“Your body is mine tonight?” Every night.
“Yes.”
“And so I spread your legs, slowly filling you… Fuck,” I moaned in her ear. “Jesus, baby, you are so tight.”
“Eli.” She bit back a moan.
“Gripping your waist, I’m not stopping until I can count on both hands how many times you come for me. I moan at the sight of you biting your finger and grabbing your own breast…goddamn, you are beautiful. It drives me insane when you look at me with those big, beautiful brown eyes of yours. You come, screaming my name, and it’s still not enough. Why do you torture me like this, Guinevere? How is it possible I want you even more? With every thrust deeper and harder inside you, I want you more. God, and that sound, you’re moaning, I’m moaning, the bed is shaking under us, slamming against my wall. Can you hear it? When I kiss your lips and you grab my hair, moving along with each fuck, I lose control. Your lips, your tongue: that is what real ecstasy tastes like. Ramming myself in again, and again, and again, until you cry out, your nails working their way down my back—”
“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking.”
“No,” she cried desperately, her eyes fully open, her hands still gripping the seat, but for a whole different reason.
Grinning, I turned back up front as we prepared to land.
“I will find a place for us to continue this, Dr. Davenport, and it will be more showing than telling.” She said before leaning back again, clearly frustrated.
I placed my hand on her thigh, squeezing lightly. “If I fuck you in the forest and no one is around to hear it, how loud will you sound?”
She bit her lip, but didn’t say a word.
She was so fun to torture, and I couldn’t wait to see how she decided to pay me back…because after talking to her like that, I was in desperate need for
her again.
“So again, your parents’ names are?” I asked as if nothing had happened when we got off the plane, grabbing both her carryon and mine.
“My mother’s name is Ankia and my father’s name is Masoa, but you should just stick with Mr. and Mrs. Poe,” she said.
We headed toward the front desk where Taigi rested in his carrier on the ground, waiting for us to pick him up.
“Gwen. Guinevere!” The woman in charge of him waved.
Guinevere stopped, tilting her head, trying to remember the woman with short auburn hair and hazel eyes. “Yes?” she said, still confused.
“It’s me, Chloe. Chloe Drake,” the woman said.
Guinevere’s eyes almost fell out of her head. “No way.” She stepped back, looking over the woman again. “You look amazing, Chloe.”
“Thank you, I lost 97 pounds since we last saw each other.” She lifted her arms.
Guinevere clapped for her, then turned to me. “Eli, this my old high school friend, Chloe Drake. Chloe, this is my…boyfriend, Eli Davenport.”
She looked at me wide-eyed, then shook my hand when I extended it.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said to her.
“The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Davenport. Welcome to Cypress.” She handed Guinevere Taigi's leash.
He just yawned, licking his nose.
“Your parents are already waiting for you out front.”
“Thank you,” Guinevere said to her.
“So, I’m guessing you didn’t tell anyone we were dating?” I whispered to her as we headed to the front exit.
She shook her head. “I told my mother…so I’m sure my father knows. I’m not really sure how they feel about it, though. I was supposed to be married to someone else.”