It was hot.
It was dirty.
It was fucking fantastic.
Not long into their mating, they were both at the precipice; ready to fall over the edge and into a climax once more.
She screamed out his name as he gave one final, hard thrust into her before groaning out his release. His semen shot out of him, filling her completely at her walls milked him of his cum.
His breathing was harsh, coming in quick gasps, the same as hers.
“I …wish…you didn’t have to go,” she panted.
“I know, me too,” he said. He wished to God that he didn’t have to accept the overtime, but since he had already established the reputation of being the dependable one he had to. Now, more than ever, he had to maintain that rep, with his promotion and the ceremony and celebration coming up. He really couldn’t afford to go back on his word.
“I will try to cut back on the extra jobs I accept after the ceremony next week. I promise,” he told her.
“Darling, that is who you are. You are the one solid in my life and the lives of everyone you know. Don’t change who you are.”
Leave it to his beautiful wife to put things in perspective.
8
Lily
Lily finished her pre-flight preparations and sat down to await take-off. She couldn’t wait to surprise Jasper. When he was getting ready to leave, WAA called her in for the flight as well. Since she would be on her husband’s flight and therefore getting more time with him, she accepted the overtime.
Normally she wouldn’t be one to get the offer for a flight like this. International flights weren’t usually open to anyone with less than five to ten years in service with the company, so she was lucky to have been called.
Plus, this gave her more time with her husband.
The airlines booked her in one of the top hotels in Paris since it was not far from Charles de Gaulle Airport, the airport they were flying in to. She had enough time to go over the itinerary, given the length of time they would be in France, and realized she had time to do a little sightseeing while she was there, and she would get to do that with her husband.
“Good evening, passengers. This is your captain speaking. First, I'd like to welcome everyone on Worlds Apart Flight 437. We are currently cruising at an airspeed of 400 miles per hour. The time is 4:25 pm. The weather looks good and with the tailwind on our side, we are expecting to land in France approximately fifteen minutes ahead of schedule. If the weather cooperates, we should get a great view of the city lights of France when we descend in just over ten hours. The cabin crew will be coming around in about sixty minutes to offer you an in-flight meal, and the in-flight movie will begin shortly after that. I'll talk to you again before we reach our destination. Until then, sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of the flight.”
She loved hearing Jasper’s voice as he made the announcements. It was deep, and smooth, like dark chocolate. If she could, she would walk into that cockpit and show him exactly what the voice of his did to her, but she couldn’t. There would be too many witnesses, and everyone knew she and Jasper had spouses, even if they didn’t know that they were married to one another. She did not want anyone to think of her as a homewrecker.
She stood up to demonstrate the safety briefing as Charlene spoke the announcement. When they were finished, they each took their seats as Jasper taxied the plane into position for takeoff.
* * *
Twelve hours later…
Lily walked straight to her bed and collapsed. She was exhausted after the flight and all she wanted to do was sleep for twenty-four hours straight, but she wouldn’t do that. She wanted to get up early and take advantage of the views and experience the Paris atmosphere. She wanted the time with her husband.
She closed her eyes to attempt to get some much-needed rest. Just as she was ready to drift off to dreamland, there was a knock on her door. Groaning, she dragged her sluggish body out of bed to answer the door.
“Jasper,” she said in surprise when she opened the door to see him standing there, his uniform shirt unbuttoned at the collar, and hands in his pockets. He looked delicious.
She opened the door more and he stepped into her room. When she closed the door, he pulled her against his body, her back to his front, and nuzzled her neck. “I am so glad to see you,” he whispered into her ear before nipping her earlobe.
“Me too,” she told him. She turned in his arms and pressed her lips against his, kissing him. She opened her lips to grant his tongue access to her mouth. His tongues delved inside, seeking hers. She worked on the remaining buttons of his shirt, deftly removing it and sliding her hands along the contours of his chest. His muscles were firm, and they flexed under her touch.
She kissed his pecs and teased his nipples. The hiss of his breath told her he was enjoying that. Her husband loved nipple play, more so if it was her nipples. As she continued torturing him, he removed her shirt.
They had just had sex, but every time they were apart, she craved him even more. She couldn’t get enough of her husband. He was her addiction.
She stepped away from him, admiring his form. Fuck! The guy was gorgeous.
“Remove your skirt, Lily,” he demanded. He was in a hurry, she could tell, and so was she. She wanted him just as badly, regardless of the fact she was tired out. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor around her ankles before stepping out of it. Beneath her skirt, she was wearing a thong, which she removed as well. After removing her bra, she was standing naked in front of him. His eyes did a slow perusal of her body, and it excited her seeing the lust in his eyes.
“Your turn,” she said, and pointed to his pants. Maintaining eye contact with her, he quickly took them off, with his boxers, and tossed them onto the floor. As soon as they hit the pile, he stalked toward her and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her up and carrying her to the bed.
Jasper tossed her onto the bed, and she giggled like a little girl when she landed with a plop in the middle. He walked closer to the bed, kneeling on it with one knee, leaning forward onto his hands as he crawled up to her. The further up the bed he came, the further back she leaned until she was lying flat against the mattress.
“You aren’t scared, are you?” He was laughing at her.
She shook her head, “No, I would never be scared of you.”
“Good,” he said before taking her mouth in a hungry kiss and leaving her breathless.
He drove her wild, knew where and how to touch her, but this kiss was more primitive than any before. He stole her breath, made her heart race and her brain turn to mush. She thought of nothing and no one besides him as he kissed her like this.
His kisses moved from her lips to her chin, down the column of her neck to her chest, taking each breast into his mouth and sucked each nipple in turn. She arched her back into him, wanting and needing more from him.
“Jasper,” his name was a whisper on her lips. She was so aroused she couldn’t take it anymore.
“Not yet, Lily.”
“I need more, now.”
“Not yet.”
Damn! The man was driving her insane, and he wasn’t even touching her between her legs.
Her thoughts came too soon. He parted her legs with his strong arm and placed the palm of his hand over the mound above her opening. He pressed into her, sending a tingling sensation to her toes. He let up on the pressure, but not for long. He pressed in again, moving his palm up and down. He had never done this to her clit before. It was overwhelming her.