Page 34 of Let it Breathe
The statement in any other tone would have had my asshole meter going off, but he meant it word for word. He didn't understand his draw to me any more than I understood mine to him.
"This trip for me and you, hell, even for Mauri, doesn't have to be a test." I scooted up in the chair and placed my hand on his knee. "Let's just have a good time. Enjoy each other."
He leaned in.
"I am going to enjoy you." He placed a small kiss on the side of my mouth and started into my eyes. I smiled, and he smiled and kissed my lips, his lips lingering. Nothing inappropriate in public, but my body responded in the most scandalous way.
"Hey, you two, knock it off. It's time to go," Mauri called out as she exited the lounge.
Donovan dipped his head, laughed, and said, "Can't take people anywhere."
We caught up with Mauri and James at the gate and walked right on the plane. We all four sat in first class in one row, Donovan by the window, me and Mauri in the aisle, and James next to the other window.
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By the endof the flight, Mauri and I had swapped life stories. She was okay with my temporary status. We broke off once we reached the hotel and agreed to meet for dinner.
She hugged me before going our separate ways, and it warmed my heart.
"Don't get too flattered," Donovan scoffed. "I think she's just excited to talk to a woman. Her mother isn't around, and it's her father and three brothers in a house."
"Maybe I can take her out shopping or something when we get back. You know, if I'm still around." I giggled, but I turned to Donovan, and he wasn't smiling.
"You don't have to do that. I mean, I don't want you to feel obligated."
I groaned. "Are you going to overanalyze everything I say?"
He shook his head and plopped down on the bed. His hands rubbed his head.
I knelt down in front of him.
"What is going on? What am I missing?"
"I have this little voice in my head that warns me when things are too good to be true."
"Oh." I sat back on my heels.
"But now, I hear this new voice I haven't heard before, and it's freaking me out a little bit." Donovan reached out and touched my cheek.
"What's the new voice saying?" I asked.
"Oh, it's not speaking to me. It's talking to the other little voice, telling him to go fuck himself. He's got this."
I smiled and took his hand. His brilliant eyes sparkled. I leaned up and kissed him. My tongue tasted his full lips. He groaned when I drew his bottom lip in my mouth. It vibrated off my tongue and tickled my throat. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he pulled me up as he reclined on the bed. Our bodies rocked together. I could feel his hardness against my stomach.
I crawled onto my knees and straddled him. I felt his hands under my shirt. He pushed it up and over my head. He pulled the cups of my bra down in front and captured my nipple in his mouth. His tongue felt so good, and he felt so good under me. I rocked my hips on his hardness, and he groaned again.
"Does that feel good?" I whispered.
He nodded as I reached down and ran my hand over his length. He nibbled on my breast and squeezed hard.
"Hmm," he said as I unbuckled his jeans and reached for him.
"How about this?" I asked. If he needed my eye contact to feel connected, I needed his verbal reassurance just as much.
"So good," he whispered as he kissed up my chest and my neck. He reached under my ass and pulled my panties to the side. He lifted me with one arm, and I guided him inside me as he brought me back down on him.
"Oh," we both groaned as we sat still, him fully inside me.
