Page 14 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

CHAPTER 10

Gloria

To my horror, the plane bounced back up, then down. My heart and my stomach collided like two vehicles. Everything inside the aircraft was rattling, especially the bottles inside the liquor cabinet. Clank. Clank. Clank. Clank. The unsteadiness of the plane was wreaking havoc on my system. I was petrified. Shaking all over and close to wretching. In all my travels, I’d never experienced turbulence as severe as this. The plane continued to yo-yo up and down the sinister gray cloud we were powering through. Trembling, I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched the armrests, my fingernails clawing the edges. I heard myself hyperventilating as sweat poured out of every crevice of my being. Deep breath in, deep breath out, I told myself. It was impossible. My stomach churned. I was going to be sick. Bile pooled in the back of my throat as the plane shook violently, still bouncing across the angry sky. Lunch was on its way up next. Terror consumed me. My frantic pants morphed into frantic whimpers. Tears leaked from my eyes as I cried out, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”

My heart was about to beat out of my chest. Another major dip. Another shriek. I was going to die! This was it! Maybe I’d pass out first! Please let me faint! Please! Blindly, I fumbled for my seatbelt—there was no chance in hell it was going to save me—so why the hell was I squeezing it tighter? A set of warm fingers met mine. The clasp snapped open, and in a heartbeat, I was once again in strong, familiar arms, being whisked away. I managed to pry one eye open.

“What are you doing?” The words sputtered out between sobs. “We’re going to go down!”

Battling the rocking plane, Jaime staggered down the aisle toward the back of the cabin, holding me tightly. “Angel, if we’re going down, we’re going together.”

“Oh, God!” I shrieked again as the plane turned on its side. We almost both went over.

The aircraft straightened, but the turbulence intensified. Debris was flying all around us. The aircraft’s wings flapped madly as they strained against the choppy current. The lights inside the plane flickered, creating the effect of a horror movie of which I was the star.

“Hold on, angel,” shouted Jaime as he heaved against the turbulence and protectively shielded me from the debris.

Both eyes squeezed shut again, and the next thing I knew, I was being flung in the air. Thinking I was being catapulted to the land of no return, I crash-landed on my back onto a mattress. Jaime yanked off my leggings and flats, spread my legs, and then crashed on top of me. He maneuvered a wide belt that stretched the width of the bed around us, strapping us in together. I was his prisoner, but I had not the slightest wherewithal to attempt to fight him. In fact, I welcomed his weight and the belt in my panicked state. As the plane plunged several hundred feet, he fumbled with his jeans zipper and then plunged his cock inside me. I screamed. Not from the extreme drop in altitude but rather from the extreme shock of his sudden penetration.

He growled. “Angel, the only turbulence you’re going to feel is the turbulence between your legs.” He began to ruthlessly pummel me, my own cockpit responding with a blast of wetness. Whimpering, I wrapped my arms tightly around him, clinging to his hard, taut ass. His muscles flexed. As the revved-up engine between his thighs drove into me, I dug my nails into his raw, hot flesh, the weight of him trampling me against the bed. The plane shook violently. I squeezed my muscles around his powerful cock, an effort to hold on to him even tighter. And to increase the newfound pleasure of this ride from hell.

“Good girl, Gloria. What are you feeling?”

Did he really expect me to speak? I could barely breathe as his cock jettisoned into me. Faster! Harder! Sparing me, he sunk his lips onto mine. I breathed into his mouth, short sharp breaths, as if it were an oxygen bag. As if my life depended on it. The sound of his pounding flesh washed out the rattling of the plane. The air pressure around me dropped as the pressure inside me built. His ruthless pounding took over every fiber of my being. The only turbulence I felt was the turbulence inside me. A tailwind that was spiraling inside me like a tornado. Taking all of me with it. “Stay with me, Angel,” Jaime breathed into my ear, his thrusting cock knocking the wind out of me and driving me closer to the edge.

My orgasm was taking off. Just like a jet. Whooshing across the tarmac of my core. Soaring inside me. He was riding me to heaven. Stars swarmed my head. I was flying.

“Gloria, now!” he cried out as he rocketed to a climax. His organ exploded like a meteor as I crashed around him. Breathing heavily, he buried his head between the soft puffs of clouds that were my breasts. I began to sob. Loud heaving sobs that wracked my body.

“It’s okay, angel; it’s over now,” he said softly. “I’ve got you.” He threaded his fingers through my hair and then smothered my sobs with a deep, passionate kiss. I melted into him.

Our entwined tongues glided smoothly and so did the plane. We had reached a plateau. I was at last safe with this man, this pilot who could take me under his wings, navigate my body, and then fly me into outer space and make me lose control.

I was floating like a magic carpet. Jaime Zander had conquered my fear of flying. Safe in the harbor of his arms, I closed my eyes and let the hum of the plane lull me to sleep.

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