Page 54 of Come Fly with Me

She stares down at me, her eyes dark but focused as she watches me hover between her legs. Eventually, she slides a hand through my hair, bringing me closer, still watching as I bury my face between her legs. As my mouth touches her, I moan. She tastes like the ocean and sex, two of my favorite things.

“Fuck, you are so wet,” I growl.

Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I continue, licking and teasing her, pushing her closer and closer to her release, only to pull back when she’s almost there.

“Jake,” she moans in frustration, her fingers tightening their grip in my hair. I smile against her before sucking hard and making her moan again. “Yes,” she pants. “Fuck, yes.”

I slip a finger inside her, pumping in and out as I continue to suck and lick. I feel her leg, which is draped over my shoulder, start to shake, and I curl my other arm around her hips, holding her up.

She’s moaning above me, one hand in my hair, the other gripping the balcony railing so tight, her knuckles are white. I can tell she’s close, and just as I slip a second finger inside her, it happens, a loud “Yes!” falling from her lips as I feel her clench around my fingers as she finally comes.

I stay where I am, slowly licking her, still moving my fingers in and out of her as she comes down from the high. When I feel her body start to sag, I stand, gathering her into my arms and walking us back into the huge hotel room.

I back her up against the large king bed, kissing her deeply before stepping back and pulling all of my clothes off. She watches me intently, her eyes raking over every inch of my body. My hard cock stands out between us and when I step toward her, she reaches forward and grips me in her hand, her fingers circling around my hard shaft.

“Taylor,” I moan, moving my hand so it covers hers.

She smiles as she slowly moves our hands up and down my dick, her other hand curling around the back of my neck and bringing my mouth back to hers.

“I want to feel you inside me,” she murmurs, brushing her lips against mine. “I want to feel your hard cock, filling me, stretching me, making me come.”

I smile against her mouth, remembering our text exchange. “Lie back on the bed,” I tell her, watching as she does. I lean down, grabbing her ankles and spreading her legs so she’s open to me, before kneeling between them.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I tell her, my stare locked with hers, before I slowly drop my eyes down her body to her center. “I fucking love eating you out.”

Taylor smiles up at me as she bends her knees, opening herself up to me even more. I groan as I scrub a hand across my mouth, wanting another taste.

“Fuck me, Jake,” she says, reaching for me. “I want to feel you.”

I hover over her, a hand on either side of her head. Taylor’s hands slide around my arse, pulling me closer before she slips one hand to my cock, positioning me.

She rubs the tip of my cock against her, and I can feel her wetness. Lowering my hips, we both watch as I slowly push inside her, both of us groaning as I do.

When our hips are pressed together, my cock buried deep inside her, Taylor wraps her arms around me as I slide mine under her shoulders. Leaning down, I press my lips to hers, kissing her deeply, sucking on her bottom lip as my tongue slides over hers.

“God, you feel fantastic,” I murmur, just as she tilts her hips and I slide even deeper inside her.

“So do you,” she whispers, before kissing me again, hungrily this time.

As our kisses grow desperate and needy, I start to move my hips. I try to go slowly at first, thrusting in and out of her in long, deep strokes because I really want to make this last. But I can’t hold back, crashing my hips against hers with an urgency I’ve never felt before.

Taylor wraps her legs around my waist, her heels digging into my arse as she urges me deeper, her own hips rising off the bed to meet mine, our kisses never stopping. I can feel her heart, hammering in her chest against mine, her body now slick with sweat as I pound into her, relentlessly.

I know neither of us is going to last long. This first time was always going to be a desperate, hurried fuck to release all the tension that has been building between us this past week. But that’s okay because we have all night to keep doing this.

“Fuck, Taylor,” I groan into her mouth, my hips moving faster and harder as I drive into her over and over again.

“Yes,” she cries, her nails digging into my back as she holds me against her. She sucks my bottom lip into her mouth, biting it and sending a spike of lust straight down my spine. I feel my balls tighten, my hips moving even faster.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I say, my hands cupping her head as I kiss her hard.

“Yes,” she cries again. “Yes…yes.”

Then I feel it, as she clenches tightly around my cock and sends me flying over the edge, the rush better than anything I’ve ever felt before. “Taylor,” I groan as my back arches and I push even deeper inside her and come hard, pulling her along with me.

I collapse on top of her, my face buried against her neck as she wraps me tightly in her arms and legs, holding me close. Both of us are breathing hard, our hearts pounding against each other.

Eventually, I lift my head, my eyes finding hers. “Fuck me,” I breathe out, a huge grin on my face.

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