Page 20 of Mikhail Petrov

She closes her eyes and draws a breath. “I’ve missed you.”

“Leah...”

“I don’t want you to think that I came here to try to rekindle what we had. I came for

closure, Mikhail. Because your memory still haunts me.” I wipe a tear from the corner of her lips. “We used to talk every day. You were my best friend. And then, one day, you were just gone. So I had to leave.”

The unresolved pain in her eyes lances through me, fresh and raw like the day we said goodbye.

“Fuck, Leah...I never wanted to hurt you. But I felt like my hands were tied,” I say, cupping her face.

“You let my dad, my brother, your family...tear us apart. I wanted to be enough and for you to see me.”

I rest my forehead on her chest and grip her hips. “Krasivaya devushka, (Pretty girl.) I do. Fuck, I do. That’s what you don’t understand. You’re all I’ve seen for a long time.”

A small gasp falls from her lips, and before I can stop myself, I’m kissing her like I haven’t been able to in four fucking years. I draw her closer, and it’s still not enough.

“I need you to be quiet for me. Can you do that?”

Leah whimpers into my mouth when I squeeze her thigh and slowly ascend until I find the edge of the tights around her waist. I yank the frail fabric and the strap of her thong until they give.

“I’ve missed this, pretty girl,” I say, sliding my fingers along her slick opening. She clutches my collar and bites down on my neck when my knuckle circles her clit.

“Me too.”

I tear at the seatbelt’s latch and reposition her so that she’s straddling my lap, then dive back into her sweet cunt without wasting another second.

“You’ll have to be quieter than that.” Bringing my wet fingers to her lips, I shove them inside and slip them against her tongue. Leah moans, hollowing her pretty mouth until she gags. “Benny has one strike left, and if he so much as breathes this way, I’ll gouge out his eyes.”

She shakes her head, moaning around my fingers.

“That’s my girl.” The loss of my touch has her rocking her hips against my thigh. “It’s been so goddamn long since I’ve seen you fall apart for me.”

I slip from her mouth, grab the hem of her blouse, and tear it over her head. The plane suddenly jerks, and I hurriedly throw an arm around her while the other grips the seat, keeping us in place.

“You okay?” I ask, pressing my lips to the bridge of her nose where her skin is tinged pink. “I will be once you put your hands on my pussy again.”

Chuckling along the column of her neck, I trail kisses lower until my face is buried in her breasts.

“Touch me, Mikhail,” she begs, rubbing her cunt on my pant leg.

I reach around her ass and drag two fingers over her slit.

“I want you to ruin my pants, pretty girl. Like you ruined me.”

The world outside this plane doesn’t exist. Not when we’re 30,000 feet in the air. Nothing matters beyond this woman grinding against my cock and crying my name.

“Fuck, Mikhail...I’m coming.”

“Yes...that’s it,” I urge as I grab her throat, wholly enraptured by her beautiful face as she splinters.

Warm, wet, and throbbing against me, Leah has me aching for my own release, to sink inside her until we’re both utterly useless.

“My turn,” she says with a grin and slinks to the floor on her knees, freeing my cock from the aching confines of these goddamn pants.

When her mouth slides down my shift, I curl a fist into her hair and tip my head back against the seat.

How have I lived four years without her?

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