Page 74 of Captain's Claim

Sophia giggles and leans against me, her body warm and soft, lulled by the margarita and the cabin's cozy air.

With the blanket draped over our laps, I brush my knuckles over her thigh, a subtle touch that could be innocent if not for the heat simmering between us. When she drops the cards and shifts in closer, my hand tightens, gripping the inside of her thigh, ever so close to the heat of her core.

Her breath hitches, almost imperceptibly, but I'm tuned into every tiny reaction she has.

"I've missed you," I whisper deeply, leaning in to inhale the scent of pure lust.

"Me too," Sophia whispers, eyes starting to glaze over as my hand works closer to her center.

My fingers trace upward, pushing beneath the blanket that covers our laps. It's a risk, but the thrill of it sends a jolt of excitement through me. Through her, too.

"Blake," she whispers, her eyes darting around nervously. "We can't do this here."

"Shh, sweetheart. Just relax," I murmur, my voice low and steady. I want her to trust me, to let go and feel this with me.

My fingers tease the edge of her panties, feeling the lace beneath her pants. She squirms slightly, caught between desire and caution.

"People will see," she whispers again, her voice laced with a mix of fear and excitement as I move my fingers over her clit.

"Not if you keep quiet," I reply, my voice a low rumble in her ear.

It's a challenge, and I know she won't back down.

I know it because he ass just shifted in the seat. She moves herself closer, her breathing heavy as the dimmed lights of the cabin set the ambience.

Diving inside her pants, I push aside her panties, finding her already soaked. My fingers slide inside her pussy, slow and deep, drawing out a soft gasp from her.

"Blake…"

It's a breathless whisper, a silent moan.

Her nails sink into my thigh, a silent plea for more as I push my fingers deeper, curling them until I hit that hard bump that I've been searching for.

I lean in, my mouth brushing against her ear. "You’re already dripping, baby. You want to come like this?"

My finger rubs against her g-spot, circling, applying just the right amount of pressure.

Slow, but firm, my fingers bring her closer to the edge.

The plane hums around us, the sound of the engines covering the wet sounds of my fingers pumping inside my girl. Her body tenses, her orgasm building with every stroke.

"That's it. Be a good girl and come for me, sweetheart," I whisper, my voice pure sin. "Come right here where everyone can see you."

She clenches around my fingers, biting back a scream as her whole body shakes in her seat.

Sophia's face contorts in the sexiest struggle I've ever seen.

She bites her lip, stifling a moan as her orgasm rips through her. Her silence is pure torture, making my cock throb with need. Her sexy eyes meet mine, a silent scream echoing between us.

It's agony.

It's ecstasy.

It's the hottest damn thing I've ever witnessed.

She comes down from the high and I smirk, lifting my hand to my mouth and licking my fingers clean.

"Good girl."

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