Page 64 of I Hear You

I lean forward and gently press my lips to his, pushing my forehead to his when the kiss ends.

“I already knew, but it was still nice to hear,” I whisper.

He lets out a relieved sigh and places a long kiss on my forehead.

The airplane has finished its ascent and the roller-coaster stomach drop feeling has quit. I relax my grip on his hand a little. I’m still terrified, but the less I think about the fact we are irresponsibly high in the air right now, the easier it is to breathe. I let Ender know I need to use the restroom and make my way to the back. I sit on the toilet seat and pull out my phone, logging onto the wi-fi.

I pull up my email account–thatemail account. I find the email I need, hit reply, draft out my email and hit send.

As I exit the bathroom that has no business being that big or that nice on an airplane, Ender isn’t in his seat anymore and I panic.

“Back here,” he says.

I turn around to find him standing in front of a bed I hadn’t noticed before. Of course this thing has a bed. Ender is smiling at me with want and need.

“Wanna join the mile high club?” he says.

I smile at him, cross my arms and don’t make any move toward him.

“I don’t know, I only get one chance at becoming a member and I don’t know–”

Ender has his hands under my ass and is lifting me up before I can comprehend what’s happening. I let out a laugh as his mouth comes crashing down on mine. My legs go around his hips and I can feel he’s hard even through his jeans. He backs us up, sitting on the edge of the bed when he meets it. I’m on my knees straddling him. His hands slide up my sides and go around to my back, pressing me closer to him. They continue their ascent, going up under my hair and stopping briefly at the back of my neck–squeezing gently. God, the way he acts like he wants to own my body is hot as fuck. I am more than ready for every piece of it to be his.

His hands go into my hair and he grabs fistfuls. Tugging on it with enough force that it’s just shy of pain but one hundred percent incredibly sexy. My neck and chest are now exposed to him and, he plants light kisses across me. Soon they turn into sucking and licking at my neck and the top of my breasts.

“Take your top off,” he demands.

“Yes, sir,” I say. Ender practically growls at this.

I cross my arms in front of me and pull my shirt up and over my head, revealing a black lacy bra. I am no longer mad at Taylor for sneaking extra clothes into my bag when I see his reaction. At least this time the bra is actually mine, because Taylor’s boobs are half my size and her bra would not have fit.

“Do you want me to be a good girl, or a bad girl?” I say, trying to push him to move faster.

I need him inside of menow.

“Good girl,” he says. “Always a good girl.”

He turns us around, dropping me onto the bed. He leans over me and unbuttons the jeans I'm wearing, pulling them down and off me. He climbs on top of me, grabs the matching black lace panties in his teeth and drags those down and off me too, the stubble on his chin tickling my skin as he does. Once my underwear is discarded on the floor, he climbs back up me, sticks one hand under my back and unhooks my bra, taking it off and throwing it to the side as well.

I’m laying on the bed, completely naked and he’s still fully clothed. I should feel vulnerable, exposed, but I don’t. I feel adored and desired. The burning in his eyes that look sleepy with desire telling me everything.

“Get on all fours and face away from me.”

Oh my God, demanding, in control Ender is incredibly hot and I melt at his words. It’s such a stark contrast to his usual sweet, polite and sensitive nature. I didn’t even know this kind of play would turn me on, but I am absolutely ravenous for him. I do as he says, not knowing what to expect but knowing he’s about to make me feel incredible. Best of all, I know I can trust him. I know I’m safe with him because I love him and he loves me.

Ender is kneeling behind me now and he takes one hand and slowly runs it down my back and then up again. Twisting my hair around his hand when he comes back up and tugging it back, whispering in my air.

“You are so fucking gorgeous.”

I clench my thighs together, the tingling building between my legs. He doesn’t leave me wanting for long. While one hand is still pulling just hard enough on my hair, the other slips between my legs. His fingertips dipping into me.

“You’re so wet,” he says.

I let out a moan as he pushes two fingers in at once, not even bothering to start with one. As quickly as they sink into me, he pulls them out. Running them down the length of me.

“Do you trust me?” Ender asks, leaning over me.

“Completely,” I say, and meaning it.

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