Page 56 of Come Fly with Me

“I can’t get enough of you, Taylor,” I continue. “You’re like a drug to me,” I admit as I lower her hand to my cock, which is once again hard and ready for her.

She gasps, propping herself up as she watches me close her fingers around it. I don’t take my eyes off her, watch as she licks her lips and stares at my cock. Then she smiles and moves down the bed, pressing her mouth against my hip, her teeth gently biting.

“Taylor,” I moan, my eyes rolling back as I feel her tongue now circle the head of my cock before she takes me deep in her mouth. “Fuuuucckk.”

I slide a hand behind my head so I can watch her, her eyes flicking to mine from under her long lashes as she starts to suck me off. It’s intoxicating watching my dick slide in and out of her mouth, her tongue teasing the head, her teeth gently scraping the shaft.

She slips her other hand to my balls, cradling them in her fingers as she ups the tempo, her mouth moving up and down my cock in a way that’s going to make me come very quickly.

“Taylor, babe,” I say, reaching for her. “Come here.”

She lifts her head. “What?” she breathes out.

“I need to be inside you.”

She smiles, moving so she’s straddling my hips, hovering over me. I watch as she slowly lowers herself onto my dick, her hands on my chest, nails digging into my skin. I slide my hands up her thighs to her hips, lifting her as she starts to ride me.

As she works herself against me, my thumb finds her clit, rubbing it in time to her movements. Smiling, she lifts her hands from my chest to her breasts, her fingers playing with her nipples, twisting them as her head falls back and she starts to ride me harder and faster, giving me the most amazing view.

My hand grips her hip harder, my thumb moving against her clit until I start to feel her come, her tightness pulling me over the edge as I explode inside her again.

We eventually fuck ourselves into exhaustion and when morning comes, the sun streaming in through the still open blinds, I roll over, my body curling around hers one last time before we have to head back into the real world.

After we shower and check out, we grab an Uber back to the other side of the island and our hotel. At her hotel room door, I pull her in for a hard kiss. “Meet you downstairs in twenty?”

She nods, her face flushed and relaxed, despite the tiredness.

In my room, I quickly change into my uniform and pack, before heading back downstairs to reception. While I wait for Taylor, I take care of both of our rooms, knowing she outlaid far more for last night. When she finally comes downstairs, she’s dressed in her uniform, that beautiful body I spent all night exploring and worshiping, now covered.

“Ready to go?” I ask, slipping my hand into hers.

“No,” she replies, pouting a little.

I chuckle, tugging her in for a kiss. “Don’t worry, beautiful,” I whisper. “We can have sleepovers back home too.”

She smiles against my mouth, holding me close as she says, “Stay at my place tomorrow night before I leave again?”

Nibbling on her bottom lip, I reply, “Absolutely. This isn’t a one-time thing for me,” I add, wondering how the hell I’m ever going to spend a night without her.

How the hell am I so whipped already?

“Well technically,” she says, a cheeky smile on her face, “it was far more than one time.”

The trip to the airport goes quickly and when we arrive and check in, we both flip back to work mode, maintaining our distance and an air of professionalism, even if I’m still remembering what she felt like naked beneath me.

None of the other crew comment on the fact we didn’t stay at the same hotel as them and none of them ask where we’ve been either. I’m not sure if they can all tell there’s something going on between us or if they’ve heard through the grapevine that I don’t engage in discussion about Taylor Patterson and her so-called reputation.

After we run through the usual pre-flight checklists, we taxi to the runway and takeoff, the beautiful blue waters and green mountains of Hawaii slowly disappearing from view. When I glance over at Taylor, I watch her as she stares out the window, a wistful look on her face.

“Hey,” I say, reaching for her hand.

She turns to face me, watches as I lift her fingers to my lips and press a silent kiss against them. Smiling, she strokes my cheek before pulling her hand back and continuing with the takeoff.

After we level out at our cruising altitude, I let Taylor take the first break, getting in some much-needed sleep after our all-night sex marathon. I spend the hours alone in the cockpit remembering last night. How amazing it felt to finally be with her and how uninhibited she was with sex.

God, there are so many things I want to do with her. I just hope we can find a way to make this work, to spend time together in amongst our crazy schedules. Between her upcoming flights to Canada and the US and my trip to Singapore and Hong Kong, after tomorrow night, it’s going to be a week before we see each other again. I don’t know what that time apart is going to do to us.

“You want to get some rest?” Taylor asks as she closes the cockpit door behind her.

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