Page 59 of Sexting Mr. CEO

I grab her hips and lift her up. She gasps as I grab her shirt and pull it over her head. She lifts her arms, revealing her bra. Her curves accentuated beautifully.

"They won't come back here, will they?" she asks hesitantly.

I smirk. "I may have told them not to when we boarded..."

She nudges me playfully. "So, you had this planned, huh?"

"I prepared for all outcomes."

Her laughter transforms into moans when I unclip her bra and press my face against her skin, caressing her, worshipping her. She runs her hand along the outside of my pants, intensifying my need.

I slide my hands down her body, grabbing her sweatpants and underwear in one eager motion, then pulling them down quickly. Nudging her onto the chair, I kneel, sinking my hands into her legs, kissing up her thigh toward her glistening center.

"You smellfarbetter," I growl.

She laughs, stroking her fingers through my hair. "Are you serious?"

"You smell like a feast –myfeast."

Her moans take on that tempting, urgent tone when I press my face against her. I taste her, completely entranced by her. Her taste is addictive, intoxicating.

I lavish attention on her most sensitive spot, acutely aware of her moans, her euphoria, her breathy pants as she rushes toward release. I increase my pace and pressure until her hips move against me.

She digs her nails into my head as she finishes, shuddering all over, lost in pleasure.

I stand, freeing myself from my pants, fully aroused. Out the window, clouds drift by.

"We're on top of the world again," I groan.

She reaches for me. "This is better than the restaurant."

I gasp when she glides her hand up and down, her touch electric. I almost let her continue, but I can't resist the allure of her.

Leaning down, I press the button that lets the chair recline completely. She laughs in delight, wriggling up the seat and spreading her legs.

"Fuck," I groan, taking in the sight of her.

I lie atop her, kissing her neck, then her breasts, then guide myself to her. She sinks her nails into me, tugging me closer.

"Fuck me like you mean it," she whimpers.

Her confidence makes her even sexier. The confidence that awakened in Vegas is soaring on this plane.

"Be careful what you wish for," I groan. "It'll mean taking you hard. Taking you so fast that your gorgeous body shakes for me."

"Do it," she whimpers. "Do it, Luke. Do it."

"If you're going to tempt your book master to take what's his, you can't expect me to resist..."

She moans loudly when I push deep inside of her. Her body embraces me completely, heightening every sensation.

I withdraw, then drive in even harder, causing her to gasp and clutch me tighter. "Yes, yes," she moans, shifting her hips.

I keep my body close to hers, her breath whispering over my neck, her breasts pressed against me, our bodies moving as one. This is lovemaking. This is what claiming my woman feels like. This is connection. It is everything I never dreamed would be mine. This is meaning.

We move faster together, frantically, our hips rolling in perfect harmony. The plane rumbles beneath us, turbulence adding to the pleasure, intensifying every sensation.

The pressure builds within me, a crescendo approaching its peak.

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