Page 18 of Sex, Lust & Lingerie

“Come on, Gloria. We have time for a quick fuck.”

“I don’t think so,” I said as I felt the plane descending.

It was too late. His hands had already parted my legs, making room for his slick, rigid length to penetrate my sex. I was still sore from last night’s rough encounter, but once he was inside, my inner muscles relaxed and I was able to take him to the hilt. I moaned with pleasure.

“Oh, angel, you’re fucking incredible,” he breathed into my ear. His finger continued to work my clit as he pounded furiously. I clutched his shoulders for support while he cinched my waist with his free hand. My head lolled, my eyes squeezed shut, and my mouth formed an “O.” Droplets of water fell onto my tongue. I undulated my hips, meeting his every mighty thrust. Grunting, he accelerated his pace, grinding harder and faster with single-minded fury. I felt like an airplane, going down, spiraling out of control. But I wasn’t afraid of crashing. I wanted to explode. Desperately.

“Fall apart, now!” he commanded.

On his words, I broke into a million pieces. I screamed so loud I thought an attendant might hear us. Jaime shouted my name and shattered inside me, showering me with his own release.

We just stood there, forehead to forehead, our cloaked eyes just a palm’s width apart as the powerful shower beat down upon us. Slowly, he withdrew his cock.

“Come on, Ms. Long, it’s time to prepare for landing.” He took my hand in his and led me out of the shower.

As he wrapped a big fluffy white bath towel around me, I berated myself. Why hadn’t I resisted him?

Because he was too strong, too determined, too beautiful.

And because I was hopelessly, helplessly head over heels in love.

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