Page 127 of That First Flight

My hands move to his shoulders before I brush them down his front and over every single bump, stopping right at the hem of his jeans.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I whisper back.

I pause, unsure if this is right. I’m not used to being in control, but the lack of urgency on Oliver’s end tells me that hewantsme to be the one to take control here.

He’s giving me all of him. He’s giving me all his trust.

As if he can sense me silently questioning if I should undo it, he nods.

My hands work quickly to unbuckle the belt before I pull it out from the loops and toss it to the side. Then, I unbutton his pants and slide the zipper down. The second my finger hooks into the waistband, he sucks in a sharp breath and throws his head back. I take that as a sign to push his pants all the way to the ground.

This man really is so fucking beautiful.

I force myself to take a step back and take in every inch of bare flesh.

This man… is mine.

Oliver must sense me staring at the erection behind his boxer briefs when his words cut through. “Take my cock out, baby. I need your hands on me.”

I quirk a brow up to the sky. “Just my hands?”

“It’s a start.” He huffs out a laugh. “I want your mouth on my cock, your pussy squeezing me. I want your cum dripping down the sides of me by the end of the night.”

My mouth goes dry while a shiver racks my body.

I step to him, reaching inside his boxer briefs and gripping his length in my hand. I moan. I fucking moan just by touching it. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to how big he is. In every sense of the word.

His height, his body, his cock. All of it.

Oliver reaches in the waistband and pushes them to the floor with his pants as he steps out of them. My hand moves up and down his throbbing erection. Once my thumb rolls over the tip, I can feel the precum coat my finger as I move quicker.

“Jesus Christ, that feels so good,” he groans. “I need to be inside of you.”

I shake my head as I bring myself to my knees in front of him. Still fully clothed in my dress and eager to give him pleasure.

“You don’t have—”

I cut him off when I wrap my lips around his length. Slowly pushing his cock as deep as my mouth will allow it to go.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

I pull back just enough and swirl my tongue around the head, licking the bead of cum that builds before I push back down. Taking him deeper than I did the first time.

My eyes look up at him and his eyes are fixed on where he disappears inside my mouth. The fire inside of his eyes ignites energy inside of me to give him more. I pick up my pace as I bob my head up and down, taking him deeper each time.

“Look at you on your knees for me, baby,” Oliver says before his hand finds the back of my head. The contact causes me to moan around him. My head moves in rhythm before I open my throat and take every inch of him in. A soft gag leaves me, but I don’t let up. “That’s a good girl. You take me so well.”

His words land straight to my clit and I’m craving a release. I’m craving the friction and I’m craving his hands all over me.

“I’m close,” he breathes out. “I don’t want to come down your throat.”

My hands itch to touch myself, but instead I grab his ass to keep him where he is. BecauseIwant that. I want Oliver to lose control and watch him come. I want to taste every last drop he has to give me.

“Macey,” he warns.

I bob up and down in rapid movements. Tears prickle my eyes as he touches my throat with each movement. I feel his hips jerk into me and it’s so hot that I think I might come without even being touched.

He grips my hair tightly, his abs contract and I know I’ve succeeded. “I’m coming, babe. Fuck.”

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