Is it my touch or the way the plane is ascending?
I'm dying to know what she's thinking, if she's certain about this weekend, and if she intended the pink rose the way I interpreted it. I want all of her, not just her body, but her thoughts and mind.
It doesn't take long before the plane levels. When it does, I take a deep breath. It's now or never. It's time to seize the opportunity she presented to me as her plus-one. When I turn and zero my gaze on Kimbra, she's looking out the window, still holding the red rose between her fingertips.
Unbuckling my seatbelt, I lean toward her and unbuckle hers. When her blue eyes meet mine, I lay it on the line. I've never been a man who pussyfooted around when it came to sex. I've known what I wanted and I've taken it—seized it. Never forcibly, but it was never denied me. Yet with Kimbra, it's different. I don't want this weekend to ruin our work relationship. Fuck! For the first time that I can remember, I want both.
Standing, I take her red rose and place it on the seat next to the pink one.
Towering above, I lean down with my hands on the armrests and our faces close. "It's time to start that bouquet."
Her lips thin as she swallows.
"Since we left pretend in New York, why don't we think of this weekend as a fantasy."
"A fantasy?"
"Yes, my fantasy. One I've thought about, one that has turned me from hard to steel as I beat off in my bed or shower."
Kimbra gasps.
"Maybe it's only been me. Maybe you've never thought about having me inside you? Maybe you haven’t fantasized as I have?"
Again, her breasts heave as a new layer of red blotches forms above the scooped neckline of her blouse and migrates up her neck. Her pink tongue darts to her lip.
Still she doesn't look away; our eyes stay glued to one another's.
"Tell me, Kimbra, is my fucking your tight, warm pussy only my fantasy?"
"D-Duncan..."
As I trail my finger from the sensitive skin behind her ear to the edge of her blouse, her long lashes flutter.
"Yes or no?"
She moves her head from side to side before her eyes lower.
The loss of her blue gaze leaves me lonely and wanting. I lift her chin with one hand and ask, "So you've imagined it too?"
"Yes." Her answer is soft, but it's all I need.
“Have you touched yourself and imagined me like I’ve imagined you?”
“Duncan.”
“This chemistry is too intense to be only one-sided. Tell me.”
“I-I,” she stutters. “I’ve imagined you.”
“And.”
“I’ve touched myself.”
My smile grows as I reach for her hand. "Come with me, Kimbra. No one's going to believe that we've been together for five months if we don't do something about this sexual tension, if you don't get that membership, and our bouquet doesn't earn another flower." She stands. "You understand what I'm saying?"
She squares her shoulders. "Yes."
"The thing is...I believe the mile-high club rules state that it takes multiple sessions to be considered a lifetime member."
As her breathing deepens, I reach for the zipper on the side of her skirt and tug. The gray material falls to the floor.
Sucking in a breath, I scan her gorgeous curves. Holy hell! Her panties aren't really panties but a small triangle of light blue lace with skimpy strings, one going up her ass. I take off my jacket and loosen my tie as she stands still, watching my every move.
I reach for her blouse. "Lift your arms, Miss Jones. I need to see your tits."
A smile breaks across her face, lifting her cheeks. "No, Mr. Willis, not until I remove your shirt."
No?
I can't remember the last time a woman said that word.
If I was hard before, I'm a fucking stone now. Instead of answering, I nod. She smiles and pulls my necktie from its knot. Then, button by button, she opens my shirt. With each second she spends, paying special attention to my cufflinks—why the fuck do I wear those things?—I become more and more uncomfortable. If she takes much longer, I'll explode.
By the time my chest is bare, my cock is crying with need.
Next she lifts her arms and I raise her blue blouse. Her bra is the same light blue color, matching the small triangle of lace covering her pussy. The lace cups barely cover her big tits as they overflow with mountainous globes. The sight of her in nothing but blue lacy underwear and heels is erotic as hell. Another time I’ll allow myself to enjoy the view, but now I want it all gone.
Before I can undo her bra, Kimbra reaches for my belt, the button on my pants, and the zipper. Her forwardness surprises and excites me. For some reason, I'd expected her to be more tentative, but damn, this is so much hotter.
Kicking off my pants and shoes, I stand in my socks and boxer briefs, my erection peeking from the waistband, too large to stay contained.
I shudder as Kimbra hisses and runs her hand over the length of my penis. She stills near the crown, rubbing her thumb over the dewy tip.
Suddenly the plane pitches and Kimbra squeals. I pull her close as we steady our stance. With my lips at her ear, I say, "There are so many things I want to do to you."
"I want you to." Her thumb continues to rub over the crown of my dick. "I want it all."
Reaching for her bra, I unsnap the clasp and free her fucking huge tits. With one arm holding her steady, I pull the straps loose. They’re everything I imagined and more. A small moan escapes her lips as I cup one, enjoying its weight in the palm of my hand. My head dips and I suck the other. Instantly, her deep pink nipple beads as I pull it tighter between my teeth.
I've dreamed of this moment.
Fuck. I want all of her.
Taking her hand, I lead her toward the couch along the side of the cabin. Instead of laying her down, after a quick kiss, I spin her around until she's facing the couch and direct her hands to the back. Her breasts heave, hanging heavy, gorged with anticipation. As I step back, I run my hand over her firm, round ass, appreciating each and every curve. Latching my thumbs under the side strings, I tug, removing the small triangle of lace.
To my excitement as I spread her legs, the air fills with more of her whimpers and on her thighs is the evidence that she's as ready for this as I am.
Dipping my hand between her folds, my finger purposely strokes all the way from her clit to her tight, puckered hole. Her body quakes as she rewards me with more whimpers and moans. Taking my finger to my lips, I hum, noisily slurping her essence, coating my tongue with her sweetness.
I lean over her, nip the soft skin of her ear, and whisper, "You taste fucking fantastic. Tonight, in your bedroom, I plan on burying my face in your pussy. I plan on making you scream my name so that your entire family knows that you're not only dating, but coming apart right under their roof."
"D-Duncan," she stutters.
"Yeah, beautiful, you can scream my name. But right now, if I don't put my cock inside you, I'm going to come all over your ass, and while I like the idea of that too, first I need to know what it's like to be inside of you."
Her head falls forward.
"Tell me, beautiful. Do you want that? Do you want me inside you?"
"Yes.”
I love the desperation in her voice.