Page 57 of Pleasure Control

“You don’t think?”

She gave a tight shake of her head and inched her legs open wider.

His fingers trailed higher over her spread legs. “Your mouth says one thing, Laura, but your body says another,” he countered, his grin cocky.

Okay, so he had her on that one.

His padded thumb connected with her soft bristly hairs. His eyes darkened with desire; his throat worked as he swallowed. “Jesus,” he hissed as he cupped her bare sex.

Laura chuckled as his body reacted to her nakedness. She pitched her voice low to match his. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m not wearing the new panties you bought for me, but I thought it would save time.” She crinkled her nose. “And the bathrooms are small, not much maneuvering room.”

“Fuck, do you know what that does to me?” he growled as he dipped into her silky heat, his finger breaching her opening. The stab of pleasure between her legs made her quake.

Her vision went fuzzy. She had to work to speak. “Oh my,” she said with effort.

He parted her nether lips and in one slick movement he ran his finger all the way from the front to the back. “You are so fucking hot, Laura. My cock is throbbing. I can’t wait to plunge into you.” His rich voice rolled over her, filling her with want and desire.

A whimper lodged in her throat as she sank farther into her seat. Excitement coiled through her as he burrowed a finger in deep. “Ohmigod,” she murmured, clutching her armrests. She felt her nipples tighten, clamoring for attention.

His thumb circled her clit. She began pulsing, tightening. She shifted, providing him better access. He continued to stroke her with expertise, pushing her desires higher and higher until she thought she’d go up in a burst of flames.

Just then the flight attendant came along. “Can I get you something to drink?”

Thank God her tray was down and the woman couldn’t see Jay’s hand working feverishly between her legs.

Laura swallowed the dryness in her throat and tried not to sound breathless. “Water, please,” she croaked out. Jay applied more pressure to her clit as his fingers stroked her with an urgent, primal hunger.

“I’ll have the same,” he said, his voice a little rusty.

He rolled her hard nub between his fingers, pinching and pulling until it swelled and poked out from its fleshy hood. Pain and pleasure mingled into one.

“With lots of ice,” Jay added, his grin turning wickedly naughty.

The attendant’s eyes narrowed in on Laura. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked.

Jay dipped a finger into her and stirred her silken heat. Lord almighty. She was going to come. Right there. On the spot. With the flight attendant watching.

Laura nodded and gave a feeble smile. “I’m…okay.”

“Are you airsick? You look flushed.” The attendant’s gaze panned her body.

Jay stroked her harder, faster. Pressure began building between her thighs, making coherent speech almost impossible.

Laura drew in a sharp breath and fanned her face, hoping to draw the woman’s attention away from her blanket. “It’s dry in here. I’m just a little thirsty.”

The attendant’s eyes focused on the blanket dangling around her feet.

Shit!

Jay piped in, “You do look a little flushed, Laura.”

She stole a glance at Jay. He just sat there with an innocent look on his face as his fingers worked inside her, slowly building her orgasm.

The flight attendant put two plastic glasses of ice water on the tray in front of her. Jay grabbed one, took a huge slug, and popped an ice cube into his mouth. It clinked on his teeth and filled her with heated memories. As he swirled it around his mouth, he whisked his thumb across her clit with single-minded determination.

The attendant’s eyes narrowed in concern. “Why don’t you remove the blanket?”

Soft quakes grew stronger as pressure brewed in her sex. “No, she blurted out. “I like the blanket.” With slow tormenting circles that drove her mad, Jay concentrated his attention on her engorged clitoris.

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