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Fucking. Same.

Normally, this turbulence might’ve freaked me out. But the act of it shaking us while I was inside of her…well, that would be another highlight of my life.

Miles fucking high, and deep inside of her pussy, not having to move an inch because the world was shaking around us.

As if the fuckin’ earth was listening to my needs and giving me what I wanted.

“We’re all gonna fuckin’ die,” I heard someone say behind me. “My fuckin’ god. I should’ve stayed home.”

“You would’ve gotten fined,” someone replied helpfully.

Ari’s leg lifted and hooked itself to the back of my thigh, then she pulled me impossibly closer as she said, “I’m gonna come.”

I said a silent prayer of thanks that she was close right along with me, because I would’ve hated to go without having her come along for the ride.

A distinct bump of the plane had the world tilting all around us.

We all shifted and went right. My body hit the side part of my chair that was designed to keep me inside of it in case of this exact instance. Ari followed, but I caught her before she could wind up on the floor.

Pulling her into me tightly, I started to fuck her back, unable to stop myself from doing it.

The plane dipped the other way, and a couple of hard, loud curses filled the air.

Though, mine joined it, but for an altogether different reason.

“I’m coming,” she breathed against my lips.

Then she was clenching all around me, her slick heat getting even wetter as she followed me over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I heard someone else say.

“I’m going to die,” I breathed against her lips.

And I was, in the most unimaginably great-feeling way possible.

“Little deaths,” she agreed, watching me go now.

At one point in time, that might’ve felt a little too ‘real.’ A little too intense for my wary soul.

But with Ari? It was completely different, almost as if this was the way it was always supposed to be. All those missed connections I felt like I had with other women? They were absolutely not missed with Ari.

Her hands once again clenched down on my neck, and then I was seeing nothing but stars as my orgasm hit me like a three-hundred-pound linebacker.

I shot my release deep inside of her, filling her full with my short, forceful thrust.

“We’re all gonna fuckin’ die!” I heard someone say.

“We’re not going to die,” I heard replied to the outburst. “Now shut the fuck up and act like you’re the thirty-year-old man you actually are, not the inner pre-teen who can’t handle a dark room.”

Then the lights went dark and the oxygen masks fell from the ceiling.

CHAPTER 12

He’s a ten, but in pesos.

-T-shirt

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