Page 69 of Come Fly with Me

I grin. “Yeah, really. I wanna watch you come, Taylor,” I add, my voice low. “If I can’t be there to make you, then I want to watch while my words and your fingers do it.”

Taylor stares back at me, her eyes wide as she swallows hard. I can tell in this instant that this is something she’s never done before. But before I can encourage her further, assure her that this is going to be sexy, I watch as she slides her hand over her breasts, moving the phone so I can watch as her fingers move lower still until they disappear between her legs.

“Okay,” she whispers.

Twenty-Three

Taylor

Moving my phone back up, Jake’s face appears on the screen, and he blinks slowly, the emerald green of his eyes disappearing behind a curtain of lashes. When he opens his eyes, the intensity of his stare is penetrating, and it urges me on. Our words have dropped off, but our eyes remain locked on each other as my hand continues to move between my legs.

Our faces change, our breathing increases, there’s a comforting quiet of hard breaths and soft moans as we explore our bodies, connecting in ways that being together can’t do. While this is something I’ve never done, I’m by no means feeling reluctant because exploring my sexuality is something that has always been on the top of my to-do list. And doing it with Jake makes it even better.

“Jake,” I call out, my words strangled, my breathing shallow and labored.

“Tell me, Taylor,” he demands, and I love the sharpness to his tone. I love the exploration of new things that turn me on. This isn’t just about sex with him; it’s about meeting our needs together, about learning about each other.

“I want your words to make me come. I want to be the reason you jerk off. I want to hear you call my name.”

“I jerk off to you every fucking day. To the thought of your perky round tits, your bare pussy. You make me come like a teenage boy.”

I’m nearing my release as my thighs shake and my stomach muscles clench tighter. His words are like gasoline to an already raging fire and I moan down the line as I come hard.

Jake’s groan combines with my labored breathing, and I know he’s done too. There’s no need to ask; we just let ourselves quietly bask in our post-orgasmic calm.

“Remember when you asked me when the last time was that I did something for the first time?”

“Back when we were in Sydney?” he asks as if clarifying, his words coming out breathy.

“Yep. Well, you can add FaceTime sex to the list.” I wink at him, and his smile tugs at the corners of his eyes.

“You can add it to mine, too.”

We chat for a bit, both of us wondering if my flight back to L.A. will be delayed. The weather here is terrible, snow falling and ice collecting on the streets and runways. When I landed earlier today, the ground crew spent a good solid fifteen minutes de-icing the plane. It’s one of the reasons I try not to choose routes out this way during the winter, but it’s been a while since I had been home.

“The snow’s supposed to let up around midnight, and my flight takes off early again so hopefully it’s all cleaned up by then.”

“What time do you get into LAX?”

“Early because of the time change. Leave here at six a.m. and land a little after eight. How about you?”

“Headed to Hong Kong in the morning and then back home after that. But really, it’s another three days.”

“Ah, yes, that whole back-to-the-future thing,” I joke, and Jake laughs. “Have you picked your routes for next month yet?”

By the time this round of flights comes to an end, we’ll have been apart for a week. I know the difficulty in organizing routes to fit someone else’s schedule, but with Jake, I’m willing to put in the effort if it means we won’t be apart constantly.

“Not yet, but I was just going to ask you the same thing. Should we try to see if we can organize a couple of flights together?” he asks.

“I have my evaluation when I get back to L.A., so I’ll ask my supervisor if there’s anything we can do to make sure we get a few flights together.”

“That sounds great. See what you can do.” The excitement in Jake’s voice is heard loud and clear, and I think back to the day we met. I had no idea this is where I would end up. I never thought I’d be trying to schedule flights with someone, that I’d ever be all in with anyone again.

We end our call and I’m left hanging out in a hotel room adjacent to O’Hare Airport, an airport that, while it’s one of the largest in the world, is far from the city center and surrounded by houses and industrial buildings. The area has slowly grown with shops and restaurants, but in order to get to any of these places, I’d have to take a cab.

Before meeting Jake, before I’d settled down, I would’ve found someone to pass the time with, enjoying the idea of a meaningless hook-up. But now all of that seems inconsequential. Like I’ve been there and done it, and it’s time to find something bigger and better.

The next morning, my alarm sounds, loud and ear-piercing, but I jump up despite the fact that it’s only four o’clock in the morning. Each hour that passes brings me closer to being home and seeing Jake, even if I will just be sitting at home waiting for him.

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