Page 99 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

"Now, where were we?" he murmurs against my lips before capturing them in another searing kiss.

I melt into his embrace, my fingers tangling in his hair as the kiss deepens. When we finally come up for air, I'm breathless and dizzy. He looks just as affected, his eyes dark with desire.

"I think we were right about here," I whisper, trailing my fingers down his chest.

He groans softly. "You're going to be the death of me."

The pilot's voice crackles over the intercom, informing us we'll be taking off shortly. Reluctantly, we separate and buckle ourselves in for takeoff.

As the plane lifts into the air, he takes my hand again, bringing it to his lips. "You know," he says thoughtfully, "there are some definite advantages to having a private jet."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Oh? And what might those be?"

His smile turns wicked as he unbuckles his seatbelt and stands, pulling me up with him.

"Allow me to demonstrate," he purrs, leading me towards the back of the plane where a small bedroom is tucked away.

As soon as the door closes behind us, his lips are on mine again, hungry and insistent. I respond with equal passion, my hands roaming over his broad shoulders and down his back.

He walks me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, then gently lowers me onto the plush mattress.

"God, you're beautiful," he breathes, his eyes raking over me.

I reach up to pull him down to me, craving the feel of his body against mine. "Show me," I whisper against his ear.

His breath catches at my words, and I feel a tremor run through his body. Slowly, he begins to undress me, his fingers skimming over my skin as each piece of clothing falls away.

His touch is electric, igniting sparks wherever it lands.

I reach for him too, fumbling with the buttons of his shirt in my eagerness. He chuckles softly, helping me remove it before shrugging out of the rest of his clothes. Finally, we're skin to skin, and I gasp at the sensation.

"You're so perfect," he murmurs, his lips trailing down my neck.

His hands and mouth explore my body as he goes downward until he’s between my thighs. He kisses me softly on the thigh before his finger slides inside me, pressing against my clit.

I arch into his touch, a soft moan escaping my lips. His fingers move with expert precision, building the tension coiling inside me. When his mouth replaces his fingers, I cry out, clutching at the sheets.

"Oh god," I gasp as waves of pleasure crash over me. He doesn't let up, drawing out my climax until I'm trembling and oversensitive.

Finally, he moves back up my body, capturing my lips in a deep kiss. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it ignites a fresh wave of desire. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling him closer.

"I need you," I breathe against his mouth. "Please."

He groans, positioning himself at my entrance. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

In answer, I roll my hips, taking him inside me. We both gasp at the sensation. He stills for a moment, his forehead pressed against mine as we both adjust to the feeling of being joined so intimately.

"You feel incredible," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire.

Slowly, he begins to move, setting a languid pace that has me arching beneath him, desperate for more. I rake my nails down his back, urging him on.

"Faster," I plead. "Please."

He obliges, his thrusts becoming more forceful, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. The tension builds again, coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. I'm so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"Let go," he whispers in my ear. "I've got you."

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