Page 49 of In Flight

For no good reason, even that makes me smile. “Good thinking.”

He makes a detour from the bed to get a couple of condoms from his bag. Then he works on the rest of his clothes until he’s wearing nothing but a pair of light gray boxer briefs. His body is as good to look at naked as it is with clothes. Not particularly bulky but with a strong frame, long limbs, and neatly developed musculature. He’s got some hair on his chest and leading down under the waistband of his underwear. He has a large scar on his left shoulder.

“Okay then.” While he undressed, I took off my stockings and panties. I make a summoning gesture with my hand. “Come here.”

Smiling, he lowers himself on top of me again.

We start with another kiss, and it goes on as the intensity heightens. Soon I’m so turned on I’m squirming. There’s no way I can stay still as his tongue thrusts into my mouth and his pelvis rocks down in a sensual rhythm. I’ve been stroking and clutching his smooth back and firm ass and the strong contours of his thighs.

“Isaac,” I finally gasp, turning my face to the side to break the kiss. “I’m dying here. We’ve got to move on.”

“I’m dying too,” he admits. “But it feels like I’m drowning in you. Like I can’t quite reach the surface to catch my breath.”

“Then don’t catch your breath. Just give me an orgasm so I don’t explode.”

He chokes on a soft laugh, rousing himself enough to reposition and slide his hand between my legs. There’s no doubt how much I want this. I’m so wet I can hear the suction as he caresses me and then slides two fingers inside me.

He pumps them a few times, and that’s all it takes for the tension to break inside me. I make a silly sound as my body shakes through the pleasure. When I open my eyes, Isaac is smiling down at me.

“You’re looking kind of full of yourself.”

“Not full of myself.” He gives me a quick kiss, but then he’s already pulling my thighs apart to make room for him between them. “Full of you.”

I could melt again with sentiment, but instead, I fight for my wit. “It’s time formeto be full of you if you think you’re finally capable of moving.”

“I’m capable. No one has ever been more capable than I am right now.” He quickly rolls on a condom, lines himself up at my entrance, and pushes in partway, withdrawing and then sliding in all the way.

I let out a long moan as he stretches and penetrates me. It’s full. Tight. But not uncomfortable.

Not at all.

It feels just right.

“Good?” Isaac asks, supporting himself on his arms above me.

“Oh yeah. It’s just right.” I roll my hips, adjusting to the size of him inside me. “Is it good for you?”

“Nothing has ever been better.”

He holds still for a minute until we’re both settled and relaxed. Then he’s smiling as he starts to thrust.

His rhythm is different from Cash’s. Different from anyone’s I remember. It takes me a little while to get used to it, but then I start rocking my hips up to meet his thrusts, matching his rhythm and intensifying the friction between us.

I already had an orgasm, and I’ve never been able to come from intercourse until I’ve had a lot of practice with a man, but I’m so overwhelmed with so many things right now that the pressure of another climax starts tightening inside me again.

It gets me excited. Speeds up my rhythm and deepens the eagerness with which I’m dragging my fingernails down his back.

“Fuck, River.” He’s breathing heavily now. “Oh fuck. You feel so good.”

“Yes. Yes! Oh God!” I’m trying to ride him from below, squeezing my inner muscles around his erection.

“Can you come? I’m about to lose it already.”

“Yes! I can come. Hold on. Hold on!”

“I’m holding.” His face twists, and his eyes never leave my face as his thrusts get faster and harder.

I work eagerly toward climax, going at it so vigorously that the headboard is banging against the wall.

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