Page 80 of That First Flight

I take slow steps, keeping my eyes fixed on his as desire courses through my bloodstream. I give myself a little jump to sit, and as soon as I do, I cross my legs. Right now, my pussy isthrobbingand in dire need of attention. I’ve never wanted to touch myself more than I do right this second.

His gaze lights me on fire before he says, “Uncross those legs for me, dragonfly.”

I let out a small groan, but do as he asks.

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now lean back. Let me see you.”

My legs open the smallest amount. My leather skirt does not allow me much room to widen, but it’s just enough that I’m sure he can see the wet spot through my bodysuit. I use my hands to hold me up as I sit back and watch him.

Strangely enough, sitting here under his eye, is making me feel every bit of sexy I’ve never felt before. And I’m not even doing anything other than watching.

“Fuck.” He bites his bottom lip. “You’re so fucking perfect. I want to see more of you.”

I remain silent. I can’t even form coherent thoughts to even nod in agreement.

A spark of confidence courses through me and I answer his question by reaching for the hem of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. I feel my nipples harden under my bra at the rush of air hitting my skin.

“Beautiful,” Oliver murmurs as he continues to stroke his cock. “What I would give to have my hands all over your body, Macey. To trail kisses up your thigh until I give you exactly what you crave.”

My hand finds my ink covered thigh as I run my hand along the art. A scene of wildflowers, sunshine and raindrops cover my left thigh, a reminder for me to live like a wildflower, searching for the sunshine and growing after the rain.

My fingertips skate along the ink right above my knee until I reach the hem of my skirt. I lift it just the smallest amount to give me more access to open up for him. There is something so insanely hot about knowing that I’m what’s going to get him off right now.

Not another girl.

Not some porn on TV.

But me. Sitting here for him.

“Picture. Perfect,” Oliver growls. “You’re going to make me come and my hands haven’t even touched you.”

I prop myself up on my hands one more time, keeping my legs spread for him. As I do, I can see the muscles in his stomach contract as he picks up the pace. Within seconds, Oliver’s breathing becomes wild and frenzied while his intense glare continues to light me on fire.

I watch in shock as cum pours out of the tip and into his hands.

“Fuck, Macey,” he groans my name as his release takes over.

Oliver slows his strokes until his breathing regulates. Then, he releases his cock from his hands and walks next to me to wash up in the sink directly to my right without saying another word.

That was the hottest thing I think I’ve ever seen.

And it was my name on his lips.

As soon as he’s done, he moves to stand between my legs. Naked from head to toe as he cages me in. His breath is hot on my face as he leans in close.

“I didn’t overstep, did I?” his voice pained, and almost full of regret.

“Not at all,” I choke out. “That was… hot.”

A few heartbeats pass, he doesn’t move from where he’s standing.

“Good,” he finally says. “You terrify me.”

My eyes narrow. “How so?”

“Never in my life have I had a fear of screwing things up. But with you, I lose all control. I don’t want to scare you away. I…” he pauses, as if he’s trying to process his thoughts. “I don’t want you to leave.”

My hands cup the side of his face on instinct. “I’m not going anywhere.”

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