Page 68 of Risking Immortality

Taking Erin by the hand, I pull her from the seat. I ignore everyone’s eyes staring at us, and I ignore Lucille’s wolf whistle as we make our way to the back of the plane.

Rushing through the small door, I kick it closed and throw Erin onto the bed. It’s smaller than my king, closer to a full-size mattress, but it doesn’t matter. I don’t intend for there to be much space between us.

Erin shuffles up the bed, her hair ruffled. Without taking my eyes off her, I strip. Thank God I wore sexy lingerie. As Erin said, we’re still a new couple. No reason for Erin to get acquainted with my granny panties just yet. Because yes, even the smooth and mysterious Amelia Loch needs comfy underwear.

“Fuck, Amelia, you are something,” Erin breathes out. Her eyes are black pools, and she is unconsciously licking her lips. I did well to choose black lace.

“Now you,” I say. I want to watch Erin peel those clothes off her sumptuous body. Rising to her knees, Erin undresses. I take a step back and flick the lock on the door. Nothing is going to disturb us.

“What are you waiting for?” Erin smiles. I’m waiting for my heart rate to calm down. Oh, how I wish the bed had a sturdy frame. I would love to tie Erin to it, make her beg until she is ready to come with just the slightest touch. Oh well, I’ll have to wait for that. Instead, I step forward and drop to my knees at the end of the bed. Crooking my finger, I beckon her closer.

Erin crawls to me. I pat the bed in front of me. “Sit.” Gracefully, Erin swings her legs around. Casually she leans back on her hands, staring down at me. I’m staring at her crotch because I can already see the damp patch growing darker as she becomes wetter.

I want to take my time, but that’s proving difficult. Clad in red lace, Erin is a vision and a tease. My hands start from her ankles and slowly glide up her silky sun kissed legs. There is already a slight tremble in her thighs. My fingertips ghost across her skin.

Lifting her hips only a fraction, Erin urges me to remove her panties. I oblige. My eyes track the red lace as I pull them gently from Erin’s body, dropping them to the floor. Her legs are already spread, but I want them wider. Tracing back up to her knees, I use my palms to open her wide. Slick folds glisten, and my whole body thrums with anticipation. I know what heavenly taste awaits me and I’m in a rush to savor Erin once again.

Her heady scent is making me dizzy, but I slow down. I want to see all of her, and I want to suck on her nipples. Snaking my hands up and around, I unfasten her bra, pulling it away. Leaning in, I lick my way from her navel to her left breast, greedily taking her nipple between my teeth. The hiss Erin sucks in as I consume her is highly satisfying.

“More,” she commands.

Not one to disobey orders, I tongue my way over to her right nipple, giving it the same attention as its twin. Erin is scraping her hands through my hair, tugging it when I suck a little harder.

Releasing her breast with a pop, I kiss my way down to the apex of her hip. With one last kiss, I pull myself away. I need to see her in all her wanting glory. Erin is gripping the bed sheet hard, her knuckles white. Her breathing is erratic and her gaze animalistic. “Amelia,” she growls. Shivers run down my spine.

Hooking her knees with my hands, I throw her legs over my shoulders. Erin’s top half drops to the mattress with a relieved sigh. She knows I’m about to give her what she wants. The waiting is over.

I place open mouth kisses, with the hint of teeth on the inside of her thighs. For a split second, I am hit with panic as the memory of last night enters my mind. Mentally batting it away, I continue on. My nose brushes through her short curls and I inhale deeply. Is there a more delectable scent than a woman? I don’t think so.

Erin is already moving her hips, waiting for my tongue to connect to her pussy. A small grin etches on my face. I could keep her on the edge for a little longer but I’m a little afraid of what she might do. A small laugh escapes my throat. For once in my life, I can safely say I’m not the boss in this situation. Erin is a power bottom, and she instructs me perfectly.

Feeling Erin’s hand grip my hair, I lower my tongue, delicately tracing her swollen lips. “Yes,” she pants. Yes indeed! I’m in heaven as I continue my gentle exploration. I have the willpower of a saint because all I want to do is bury my face in her pussy, but I want to stretch out her pleasure more.

“Mmmm,” I hum because she really is delicious.

“Amelia, please.”

“Please what?” I mumble into her clit.

“More,” she moans.

My hands squeeze her thighs as I prepare myself. I’m going to eat Erin out and then flip her over and fuck her from behind. My pussy jolts with excitement at the thought. Rubbing my nose through the length of her slit, I slip my tongue into her entrance.

Erin’s hips push forward as she invites my tongue in deeper. She is so wet I can feel her dripping down my chin. Swiping up with my tongue flat, I find her clit and suck, taking her into my mouth with vigor.

“Oh my god,” she shouts. I’ll put up with the ridicule from my family for this. I’ll put up with anything to hear Erin scream. My rhythm increases, as does the pulsing between my legs. Erin clamps her legs around my head as the trembling increases in speed and intensity. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. I watch her back arch and I pray she is okay. I continue sucking until a deep, guttural moan echoes through the room. Erin’s body goes still, and I am on top of her in an instant.

My heart is in my stomach, but the sight of her blue eyes and wide smile calms me instantly. She’s okay! Oh, she’s more than okay. She’s pushing my lace panties aside and circling my clit. “Yes,” I pant, dropping my head to her neck. God, I need this.

“Roll over.” There goes my plan of fucking Erin from behind. The second my back hits the bed, Erin tugs hard on my panties. I laugh when she throws them over her shoulder with a smirk. Instead of unclipping my bra, she pulls the cups down, allowing my breasts to spill out. Simultaneously, Erin fondles my right nipple with one hand and enters me up to her knuckle with the other. The sensation of having my nipple played with and my pussy pounded is out of this world.

My body arcs and writhes as Erin relentlessly plays me to perfection. And then I feel it, the moment she rubs her fingertips across my G-spot. There is no stopping the sound that emanates from my mouth or the shuddering orgasm that makes me flood Erin’s hand. Holy Shit!

It takes several seconds for the white spots to stop dancing in front of my eyes. “How was that?” Erin asks with a knowing smile. She buries her head into my neck, her body relaxing on top of mine. Circling her waist with my jelly arms, I hold her tight, breathing her in.

“That was unbelievable,” I gasp, my breathing still erratic.

“Yes, it was,” she sighs. “Does it feel different to you now?”

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