Page 62 of Turning the Tide

"Tell me if I need to stop. I don't want to hurt you."

I nod, and his mouth returns to mine, stealing the chill from the night air, replacing it with the heat between us. He pushes into me slowly, stretching me inch by inch until he's buried deep inside.

"Is this okay?" His voice is raspy, his dick practically throbbing inside of me.

"Jameson, I'm fine. I want this."

He pushes in and out slowly, sending me into a euphoria of pleasure. I push my pelvis against him, lifting into his thrusts, wanting to feel all of him.

How does it feel this good?

My fingers tighten a grip on his back, "Jay, I... it feels… it's so good."

"Come for me then," He demands, and I lose it.

I come, alright.

I come completely undone.

My pussy clenches, and my legs begin to shake, my breathing ragged and uneven.

"Good girl."

He groans, sliding into me a few more times as his dick throbs inside me, riding his own orgasm.

He collapses next to me, picking his shirt up off the ground, using it to clean me up.

I worried my entire life that this would be the moment of my life where I felt the most exposed, where I'd be displayed in front of another and not be enough. But to my surprise, I don't feel self-conscious, I don't cover myself up, I don't hear my mother telling me I'm not skinny enough. I just feel like I'm perfectly where I belong, here in this exact spot. In the middle of… wait… where the fuck are we?

A loud hum feels my ears, zooming over my head. The blinking lights from earlier flashing in the sky on an airplane. Literally directly over my head, flying low.

"Jay, where are we? What are you doing here?"

"The airport," his voice is low, unfazed.

"What!" I squeal, fishing on the blanket for my clothes. "We could go to jail!"

"Relax," He sighs, "I've done this a hundred times."

He pushes his hands behind his head, looking up at the sky.

"This isn't a big airport, so no one ever checks over here."

"I'm still getting dressed, so no passengers flying over get a peep show of my boobs."

He laughs, "Good call," He rolls toward me, using the pad of his thumb to run from my collarbone between my breasts, "They're mine."

I pull my shirt over my head, "I'm sorry about Logan."

He sighs, "I don't want to talk about him. Not tonight."

An awkward silence fills the air, and I pull my sweatshirt on, a soreness between my legs I didn't have before tonight.

"It's so dark out here," I acknowledge, "I swear I can see a billion stars."

"Yeah, this is my favorite place in the world."

I scoff, nudging him playfully in the side.

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