“And now?” I pull back, slamming in with a jarring drive.
Vannah tunnels her fingers into my hair, yanking at the roots. “Filled to the brim.”
“No one can give you pleasure like me, sugar.”
Her red waves lash my face as she nods. “Only you.”
Then I really start to move. I’m on a piston cycle—the glide smooth yet brutal. For a few rotations, at least. She clenches her inner muscles, suctioning me farther than I’ve been. Being directly exposed to her silken walls is too much. This feels different. Better. So much fucking better that I falter. My rhythm becomes disjointed almost immediately, but Vannah doesn’t seem to notice.
“What does this mean to you?” I punctuate the question with a grind against her core.
Her breathy moans whip along my ear, spurring me on. “Like destiny. You belong with me.”
“Fuck,” I murmur against her blushing skin. “That sounds just right.”
I plunge in and out as she squeezes her thighs around my waist. The force from my hips keeps her suspended against the wall. Vannah thrashes along the white tiles, babbling pleas dripping from her lips. I slap a palm to the cool surface while a blistering trail carves my spine.
With a hand on her throat, I rest my knuckle under her jaw to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. She mewls into my mouth, panting words of seduction that go straight to my dick buried inside her. Her pussy latches onto me while I nuzzle the crook of her neck. The vise kneads me into compliance. I’m helpless to do anything but hammer in and out at the pace she screams for.
“Faster, faster,” she chants. “I need more.”
I speed up, shoving to the hilt with each stroke. Deeper and harder, I give her what she needs. She can have all of me. Vannah rocks into me and her gaze turns bleary. The sight sends another blast of smoldering heat through me. Every molecule sizzles with our connection, burning me up.
A spasm twinges my muscles, warning me that the edge is near. I dip my thumb to where we’re joined, zeroing in on her clit. Vannah jolts in my grasp when I strike the sensitive nub. She’s quivering a moment later, surrendering to her climax. Watching her lose control sends me into the crushing abyss.
Tremors wrack our limbs, tying us together in ecstasy. We’re floating, detached from reality if only for a few seconds. Our satisfaction fills the space with labored breaths and sated desires. Her nails clutch onto me as the waves carry us away.
Eventually, our skin cools enough for us to peel apart. Just slightly.
She tucks some knotted strands behind her ear. The flush I love is still ripe on her cheeks. “Do you think they heard us?”
A chuckle busts from me at the opposite being possible. “Absolutely, sugar. Our reunion special has been well and thoroughly broadcasted.”
Vannah smiles, the expression otherworldly in its stunning intensity. I’m certain she could move mountains offering a visual like that. “Good. I’m looking forward to binging episodes all night.”
That sentiment has me reinforcing my embrace, refusing to lose what I’ve so recently gained. I’ll happily take up residence in the juncture between her thighs, likely to drown—until she pulls me up for air.
A stewardess flits down the aisle, rushing to follow Landon’s latest demand. Love me he might, but the man is still a tyrant. For whatever reason, his tolerance for others is at a record low this evening. The brunette returns to us with a fresh whiskey in a low-ball glass.
He says nothing while accepting the proffered tumbler. I give him a pointed glare, which he returns with one of his own. Without removing his focus from me, Landon addresses the flight attendant. “Thanks. That’ll be all for now.”
She scuttles off without a word. I don’t blame her for wanting to avoid further insult to injury. Heaven forbid he lift another finger and request the woman to do more of his bidding.
His nonexistent patience has been a dark shadow since we boarded almost an hour ago.
Distraction seems like an appropriate strategy to stem his madness. I raise my glass, staring at the bubbly content. “You might not know this about me, Mr. Winters, but I’m a hopeless romantic.”
He swirls the amber liquor in his glass. “That is very surprising, actually. You don’t strike me as the mushy type.”
“Ah, but alas, this is me. I’d been searching for true love when you reappeared directly in my path.” I wink at him.