Page 56 of In Flight

We both moan as he slides in—me soft and high-pitched and him low and hoarse. He’s panting as he lowers his face closer to mine, holding my gaze as he starts to thrust.

I rock up into him, matching his rhythm. The motion stimulates nerve endings all over my body. But the physical sensation is nothing—nothing—compared to what I see on his face.

He’s taking me at my word and giving me him. The real Isaac. I can see him—the raw nakedness of him—on his face as he thrusts.

It’s as intimate as it is sexy, and as always, my body follows my heart.

“Fuck, River,” he rasps, ducking his head as he pushes into me harder and faster. “Fuck! Why can’t I control myself with you?”

He’s already close to coming, but it’s thrilling to me. That he wants me that much. That he’s feeling so deeply.

“I’m almost there!” I grind myself against him, crying out as I reach another climax.

As my inner walls squeeze around him, he grunts out low, animalistic sounds of satisfaction. Then he’s coming too, his face twisting and his hips jerking as he empties himself.

We gasp together as we come down, smiling at each other.

When he’s recovered enough, he kisses me. He’s still smiling when he lifts his head and carefully pulls out, taking care with the condom.

I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him so authentically happy. It makes my eyes burn and my throat tighten with emotion.

I don’t put my feelings into words though. Instead, I tilt my head. “I didn’t even take off my shoes.”

“Neither did I. I think I’ve got a bruise on the back of my thigh from your heel.”

I giggle. “That’s your fault. For getting me so excited.”

“All right. I’ll take the blame. Maybe in a few minutes we can try it again. This time without all the clothes.”

“Sounds like a plan to me.”

Twelve

BEFORE SIX O’CLOCKon the following Monday morning, I’m clutching fistfuls of my sheets and digging my heels into the mattress while Isaac has his head between my thighs and is performing some sort of magic act with his mouth.

I came once soon after he started, and now he’s working me up to a deeper, more powerful orgasm through an intentional strategy of stimulation and denial.

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