"What is it with you, sex, and modes of transportation?" "I'll take you anyway I can get you," I told him, repeating the sentiment he'd once said to me.
"It'll probably be next weekend before I'm good to go again, thanks to my period."
"Fuck."
"That's the idea."
Reaching for his coat, he wrapped it around me and ushered me out of the cabin.
* * *
"Oh, God."
My hands fisted the sheets beneath me, my back arching as Gideon pinned my h*ps to the bed and fluttered his tongue across my clit.
My skin was coated in a fine sheen of sweat, my vision blurring as my core tightened viciously in preparation for orgasm.
My pulse was thrumming, racing in unison with the steady hum of the jet's engines.
I'd come twice already, as much from the sight of his dark head between my legs as from his wickedly gifted mouth.
My panties were ruined, literally shredded by his grip, and he was still fully dressed.
"I'm ready."
I pushed my fingers into his hair, feeling the dampness at the roots.
His restraint was costing him.
He was always so careful with me, taking the time to make sure I was soft and wet before filling me too full with his long, thick cock.
"I'll decide when you're ready."
"I want you inside - " The plane shook suddenly, then dropped, leaving me weightless but for the suction of Gideon's mouth.
"Gideon!" I trembled through another cl**ax, my body arching with the need to feel him in me.
Through the roaring of blood in my ears, I heard a voice making an announcement over the comm system, but I couldn't register the words.
"You're so sensitive now."
Lifting his head, he licked his lips.
"You're coming like crazy."
I gasped.
"I'd come harder if you were inside me."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"It doesn't matter if I get a little sore now," I argued.
"I'll have days to recover."
Something sparked in the depths of his gaze.
He rose up.