Page 9 of Bottoms
“Nessa. What are you doing?” I said, laughing lightly, being sure to keep my tone light. In truth, I was nervous about meeting Nessa’s mother.
“Buckling up for takeoff. You do see the little lights say to fasten seat belts, right?” Nessa said, pointing to the little light above the door to where the pilot sat.
“You realize I pay him, right?” I said, mimicking her while fighting the urge to smile. I sat next to her but did not move to secure myself.
“Isn’t that illegal?” Nessa hissed, looking around wildly like someone would tell on us.
An idea struck me, and I stood back up. Nessa’s eyes watched me like a hawk as I went to the dividing door and opened it up to reveal Chuck, my pilot. He could fly anything, legally or not.
“Hey, Chuck. I’m going to need about five more minutes to get Nessa secured. She’s never been on a private plane before and was concerned about being secured properly during the flight.” I winked at him at the end before backing out and closing off the small space.
“What was that?” Nessa asked while I strode up to her.
I didn’t bother to answer. Bending down, I pressed the button to release her seat belt before lifting her over my shoulder. Her legs kicked out wildly in the air while the palms of her hands pressed flat against my back so her head wouldn’t hang upside down. Without explanation, I carried her towards the back of the plane, opened the door, then set her down in the bedroom. Her eyes were full of questions, but she kept them to herself, and I saw a heady mixture of lust tinting her cheeks.
The long hem of her blue dress kissed the carpet, but I pulled at the material from her hips to bunch up in my palms. Every inch of her skin I revealed deserved to be worshipped and tasted. Once I held the hem in my hands, I pulled the dress over her head. Folding it before setting it aside. She was left in a simple underwear set, but my eyes roamed her perfect skin. It was smooth and soft to the touch, with splatters of freckles. Making her look like a painting created by hand rather than a smoothed-over lie.
The engines beneath our feet ramped up, causing the floor to vibrate. Nessa’s eyes went wide as her brain caught up to the fact that she was now standing nearly naked inside a plane about to take off.
“Lay down in the bed. I’ll secure you,” I said.
She hurried as if the plane would suddenly go from on the ground to not. We still had to line up on the runway. I had plenty of time to get her secure. She lay in the middle of the bed, looking at me with an arousing mix of fear and excitement.
I went to her legs first, letting her see what I was doing to give her the chance to stop if she needed. But I knew Nessa wouldn’t stop me. She needed this, too. She couldn’t say the words yet, so for now, I was making it easier on her. One day, I would hear her beg and plead with me to fuck her. My dick twitched in my slacks, eager to listen to those words tumble from her gasping lips.
I took a moment to smooth my hands down her thighs, caressing her skin before repositing her in the bed. Pulling her by the ankle, I brought her down to the bottom of the bed. I cuffed her leg securely to the footboard. She didn’t object, and I traced my fingertips across the skin of her other leg before securing it in the same manner. Glancing up between her spread thighs, I found her looking at me. She propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes looked at me with hooded lust, which worked like a siren call. I crawled up her body, settling in with one leg between her spread thighs while she melted into the bed.
“Arms up, baby,” I said, my face inches from hers.
Her mouth opened slightly as her tongue sneaked out for her to bite lightly on her bottom lip. She smirked before complying, and I felt my dick twitch again, and I fought the urge to bury myself inside her. Her hands rose above her head, one wrist clasping the other like she wanted to be an accomplice in her own binding. Or perhaps it was the deeper side of her that she hid from herself, the one that owned every situation fearlessly. A side that seemed keen on showing itself around me.
I leaned over her, grabbing her wrist to fit into the cuffs placed on the headboard. All my beds featured restraints. My fingers explored the exposed skin of her now-secured body while the plane slowly moved into position.
“You don’t have a seatbelt on,” Nessa said, poking at me with the dominant voice I had just been thinking about.
“Guess I will have to hope you don’t tell on me then,” I said before tenderly touching my lips to hers as the plane started accelerating down the runway. My hands raced, like the plane’s wheels on the track, traveling down the plains of her stomach. I slipped beneath the thin material of her underwear and groaned. My fingers slid through her already wet folds, sinking deep inside her as the plane rose off the ground.
“Oh, God,” Nessa called out, her eyes wide while her hands grabbed onto the ropes securing the cuffs to the bed.
“That’s right, baby, just you and me,” I growled. Coaxing her with my words and finger as I slowly moved it in and out of her. I could feel her body gradually relaxing as she melted under my touch.
My lips touched against hers as lightly as a feather before I pulled back to watch how her eyes scrunched up when I added a second finger inside her. She always concentrated too much on what was happening, or she was getting lost in weird mental trains. The only way to get Nessa to get let go was to shock her mind into shutting up.
“I can’t wait to do a photoshoot with you, Nessa,” I purred into her ear, feeling the wave of fresh arousal as it coated my fingers. “I’m going to tie you up so you can’t move an inch.”
This time she whimpered, and I pulled my fingers from her, earning another, much louder whine at the loss. She sucked deep breaths as I dragged my slick fingers across her clit. Her hips started to move as I swiped my fingers around in lazy circles. I loved bringing her body to life beneath my touch.
“I am going to take a candle and drip wax all over your naked body,” I said, sitting back slightly to watch her face as I pushed my fingers back inside her. “Then I’m going to take pictures.” My voice shook as I tried to rein myself in before losing control. The thought of everything I wanted to do to her and the warm wet feel of her pussy on my fingers had my cock rock hard and pulsing in my slacks.
The fact that she didn’t say no had me threatening to come right then.
I pulled my fingers free of her, bringing them up between us as she watched through hooded eyes. My gaze trapped hers as I painted her lips with her arousal before leaning down to taste my masterpiece. Our tongues battled, and I knew she could taste herself on me, which only made me deepen the kiss. I wanted to get swept up in her, forgetting the dark reality of the rest of the world. I was forced to tear myself away from her to breathe and gather what little control I had left.
We didn’t have much time in the air, so I would need to be quick with things. I worked to remove my pants and boxers, deciding there wouldn’t be enough time for the shirt to go as well.
“Better hold on tight, baby. You’re about to join the mile-high club,” I said, sliding her underwear to the side. The head of my cock slipped between her folds, and I paused at her entrance as she tensed up the same way she did every time I tried to stick my cock in her.
My hand moved up to flip the cups of her bra down, pushing up her breasts to reveal pink hardened nipples that ached to be touched. A sign of contentment escaped from her as I started to massage the first one, and she relaxed enough for me to start pushing my thick cock into her. My hands began grabbing her breasts while I picked up the pace of my thrusts. The rougher touches made Nessa moan louder. Pinching and rolling her nipple caused her back to arch toward me, and we hit a small patch of turbulence that caused the plane to shake.
