I hear a throat clear, and I pull back to find the flight attendant smiling down at me. “I apologize, but you’re able to move to the back for the next hour. We have a cheese and meat tray and champagne arranged for you.”
“Thank you,” I say roughly, and I stand, guiding Angie up and in front of me. “Right through the curtains, baby.”
She starts for the back, and I turn to the flight attendant. I jerk my thumb toward Angie and say, “I will give you a hundred bucks not to open those curtains.”
Her eyes widen. “But I’m supposed to serve you.”
“Unless you’re putting her on a silver platter for me, no offense, but I don’t need you.”
She’s completely taken aback, and since I’d rather my mom not know about that comment, I add, “Three hundred if you promise not to tell anyone.”
Dollar signs flash in her eyes, and she nods eagerly. “That will not be an issue, sir.”
She hands me Angie’s ID, and I hand her three hundred-dollar bills and nod. “See ya in an hour.”
I step through the curtains and shut them behind me to find Angie sitting on the couch with cheese in her fingers and a grin on her face.
“They have Gouda! I love Gouda!”
I want to grin at her cuteness, but if I don’t get between those legs, I might cry.
Sob, really.
I throw my phone and her ID in the chair and slowly take off my jacket. Her brows come together as I pull off my tie and throw it on top of my jacket. “What are you doing?”
“You,” I say simply, unbuttoning my shirt and taking it off.
“Me?” she asks, her mouth dropping open.
“Oh yes. You.”
“Here?!” she squeaks.
“Oh, sugar, you’re lucky I even made it this far.”
I move toward her, undoing my pants to give my cock some room, and I can tell she doesn’t know what to do. Her eyes are so wide, they look as if they’ll fall out of her head, and her hand still holds a slice or three of cheese, but hell, I don’t care.
She can eat the cheese as I eat her.
I bend down on one knee, taking her ankle and untying her shoe. I throw it to the side, taking her other ankle as she asks, “What about the flight attendant?”
I shake my head, throwing her second shoe over with the first. “I paid her to stay out of here.”
“You did?”
“Fucking yes, I did. Angie, come on, I can’t handle you.”
Something moves in her eyes as I push her legs open and reach up her skirt for her barely there thong. She lifts her ass for me, and I pull it off and to the side before kissing her inner thigh. I take ahold of her hips, bringing her to the edge of the couch as I drop to both knees. Her breathing is so fast, and she’s in shock as I push her dress up her body. I think it finally registers what I’m doing, and she stops me with her cheese hand. “Owen—”
“Please,” I practically beg. “Enjoy your cheese that I picked out for you, and let me enjoy you.”
“Good God,” she mutters, her eyes crazy. “It’s not that. Just my stomach—”
“Angie, baby, please. In this moment—and really, all moments, but right now, this second—I want you to think of everything you are, not what you think you aren’t. Because, to me, you’re everything.” I run my thumbs along the insides of her thighs, lightly touching her center. “You are sexy, delectable, fucking gorgeous, and I may die if I don’t get my mouth on you at this very second.”
Her breathing stops as her eyes hold mine. I beg her with mine—to trust me and to believe me. Then, by the grace of God, she slowly lifts up her foot, setting her heel on the front of the couch before doing the same with the other. I’m practically drooling as I take her by her hips, pushing the fabric of her dress up and then bringing her center to the edge of the couch and toward my lips. I suck her whole into my mouth. Her whole pussy. Everything explodes inside me. I can feel the blood coursing through my veins and throbbing hard within me. I’m answered by the most incoherent sound from her, and I want more. So much more. I slip my tongue between her lips, basically French kissing her pussy as my fingers bite into her bare skin. I can feel the dips and stretch marks in her skin, and I want to lick them, taste them, but first, I want to hear her scream. I find her bundle of nerves between her wanton lips, curving my tongue around it, and lap at her as she starts to rock against my mouth. My name falls from her lips in a way that makes my toes curl in my shoes. I slide my hands along her hips to her thighs before moving them between her legs to open her wider for me. Her pussy is bare, pink and shiny, and I can’t get enough. I hold her lips open and flick my tongue against her clit as she gasps and squirms beneath my mouth. I move my thumb into her entrance, filling her as I continue to demolish her clit with my tongue.
She comes then, hard, her thighs shaking as she cries out my name, squeezing one of my wrists with one hand and the cheese all to hell in the other hand. I swirl my tongue along her lips, lapping at her release as she gasps for breath. When I have my fill and can no longer wait to be inside her, I sit back and grab a napkin off the table. I watch as she wheezes for breath, and I can practically see her pussy throb. I wipe my hands, drinking her in before reaching for my wallet and getting out a condom. I stand, dropping my pants and sheathing myself as she watches me. She stands up, throwing aside what’s left of the cheese and pushing me down onto the couch.
I’m blown away by her assertiveness as she straddles me, guiding my cock deep inside her. I’m surprised I fit, to be honest, and that’s not me being cocky. She’s tight and basically closes around me like a vise grip. When her ass hits my thighs, I’m the one hissing out a breath as our eyes meet. “Damn, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”
Her eyes are heavy-lidded, so dark as she grabs on to the back of the couch. She swallows before leaning in, not kissing me but close enough to do so. “I haven’t let a man have me in a long time.”
My eyes widen. “No?”
“No, because they weren’t you.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Come on! How in the ever-loving hell am I supposed to keep my wits with her?
I glide my hands up her arms to her jaw, cupping her sweet face. I kiss her lips softly as she squeezes me with her perfect pussy. She pulls back from my mouth and starts to rock against me, my cock sliding in and out of her at a slow, agonizing pace. I reach around her neck, undoing the top of her dress so it falls forward and her breasts are mine for the taking. They’re so full, heavy, and her nipples need my lips on them. I move between the two, sucking and biting them as I mold them in my hands. Her head falls back, her cries becoming louder and more forceful with each slap of her ass against my thighs.
I can’t take it any longer.
I grasp her hips in my hands and hold her as I start to jackhammer up into her. My thrusts are demanding, and her tits hit me in the face just like I want them to. When I come, I come so fucking hard, I feel it everywhere. Lights go off behind my eyes, my balls pull up so hard it hurts, and I’m pretty damn sure I busted a toe or two from curling them so much. I bury my face between her boobs as I groan so loudly, I’m thankful it’s muffled by her skin. I’d almost be embarrassed if it weren’t. We still, holding each other as our breathing slows and our hearts beat together. I kiss along her skin, up between her breasts, to her neck, chin, jaw, before finding her mouth. She kisses me as earnestly as I kiss her. We kiss for what seems like hours, but it’s only minutes before our gazes meet. I’m lost in her eyes, and I hope she’s lost in mine.