Page 116 of That First Flight

I reach behind my head with one hand and pull my shirt up over my head in one fluid motion. Macey pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes scan me up and down. Then she reaches for the hem of her oversized tee and brings it up over her head.

Her ink-covered arm is the first thing my eyes land on before I scan the rest of her fully exposed to me.

I quirk a brow. “No bra?”

“I don’t normally wear a bra to bed.”

“Fuuuck,” I groan as I bring myself to hover over her again. My mouth is only a breath away from hers as she wraps her hands around me. Her touch sends shivers through my body and blood rushes straight to my groin. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Macey. But right now, I need you in ways I’ve never needed anyone else before.”

Macey lifts her hips the smallest amount, pressing herself against my erection while her lips twist into a grin.

“I feel the same way,” she breathes out.

I dive into her neck, peppering kisses along her pounding pulse before I’m hovering over her hardened nipples. My eyes lift and I see her watching me intently, waiting for my next move.

I cup one breast in my palm and suck the nipple into my mouth. We both moan in unison. The sounds she makes has me both rushing to be inside of her, but also eager to take my time and live in every second of this.

“That feels so good,” she says on a sharp inhale.

“I know.” I smirk up at her, bringing my hand between us and cupping her pussy over her sleep shorts. “But I have a feeling I know something that will feel so much better.”

Macey’s back arches off the bed and her eyes flutter closed at the feel of me between her legs.

My need to feel every bare inch of her intensifies. I pull myself up before I hook a finger into the waistband of her shorts and in one quick movement, I have them pulled off. She props herself up on both elbows as she lays there for me.

Macey keeps her eyes fixed with mine as she slowly opens her legs for me. I move my gaze to her bare pussy and it glistens in the dimly lit room.

“Are you already wet for me, baby?” I tease as my tongue runs along my bottom lip.

Macey’s cheeks flame and my body stills when I see her reach a hand between her legs. Her body jolts at the contact of her finger on her clit before she lifts her fingers up for me. “You tell me.” She smirks.

Seeing this whole new side of Macey feels like I’m watching her come alive.

Like she’s been trapped inside walls she built but she’s finally letting them down.

For me.

I lean forward, my hand gripping her wrist as I bring her pointer finger into my mouth and suck the delicious taste off them. My eyes roll back in my head because Macey tastes like the sweetest sin.

“I need more of that.” I lower myself to the edge of the bed, gripping her hips as I pull her down with me for better access. I push her legs open wider for me as I bring myself a breath away from her. “In fact, I need you to come on my face.”

“But…” She lifts her head, glossy eyes meeting mine.

I chuckle. “Don’t worry. This won’t be the only time you come tonight.”

Macey sucks in a sharp breath and my tongue is on her. I swipe through her wetness as I lap up her arousal. I make contact with her clit and her hips buck into my face. I can hear her breathing become more erratic with each suck on the bundle of nerves.

“I can’t believe how good this feels,” Macey moans.

My mind flashes for a brief moment remembering that she’s not used to this. No one has ever tasted her the way I have. No one has everhadher the way I have her now. No one has ever taken the time to worship this body the way I am now.

It sparks something inside of me. A flash of adrenaline and need to take care of her and make this good for her. To show her how she deserves to be treated.

I slide one finger into Macey’s pussy while I continue to flick my tongue across her swollen clit. I drive in and out of her as she writhes beneath me. She’s close. I can tell by the way her walls pulse around me.

I want to see her fall apart. Only for me.

I insert a second finger as I pick up the pace. I fuck her with my hand, feeling her arousal coat my fingers until I’m feeling it drip down my palm.

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