Secret Surrender (Forever 2)

His hand found an opening in my panties and his fingers slipped inside. He ran one probing finger along my cleft, sliding up and down slowly. Insistent pressure fired raw nerves on sensitive flesh. I hadn’t felt his touch in a week but the need was so great it felt like months.

I licked my lips.

“Just say the word, and I’ll stop,” he crooned. His finger found my entrance and dipped inside.

I bit my bottom lip. Stopping was the last thing I wanted. If anything, I was about ready to join the mile-high club.

I tried bucking against his fingers but the seat belt restrained my movements. Moving my hips forward gained slightly more penetration. But it wasn’t enough.

Vincent kept his thrusts at the same depth.

“More,” I breathed.

His thrusts became deeper and more insistent.

I tried stifling the moan threatening to burst from my throat but Vincent’s hands were too confident, too skilled. I wasn’t going to hold on. The last of my will broken, my fingers curled around the ends of the armrests. Eyes closed and head tilted back against the headrest, my mouth opened to scream.

Vincent’s lips sealed over mine and I moaned into his mouth. His tongue dipped in, giving slow licks against my own, pacifying my quivering tongue.

The intercom buzzed. “Passengers, we’re at our cruising altitude. You can remove your seatbelts now,” the pilot said.

The lighted seat belt sign dinged then turned off.

I unbuckled myself and was preparing to thrust my hips into his hand when he grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around so I was laying flat with my back across the row of seats. Before I could protest, he had my wrists restrained above my head with the seat belt straps. A position I was intimately familiar with since the night at his place.

With a grunt, he pulled off my skirt and panties along with it, discarding them beneath the seats in front of us. I gasped in horror, realizing that I’d never put them back on in time should someone stop by to check on us. They were as good as thrown out the emergency exit.

He dipped his head between my legs and went to work on my throbbing clit with his tongue. Soft flicks combined with fast and slow movements.

My breathing became rapid and shallow. I curled my toes and struggled against my wrist restraints, fighting off the cries of pleasure threatening to escape my mouth.

While his tongue continued firing sensitive nerves, he began thrusting his finger inside me. His slow back and forth thrusts became fast twisting and crooking motions. His fingertip found a delicious spot and I shuddered.

Next thing I knew, he placed his other hand on my pelvis below the belly button and pressed inward firmly. The pressure on that part of my body was unfamiliar.

“What are you doin—” I asked, but his actions answered before I could finish the question.

My hips instinctively curved upward under the force of his hand and his insistent fingers massaging a sensitive spot inside me hit a bullseye.

“Oh shit,” I cried, pleasure tearing through my body. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip to stifle another outburst. My hands fought against their restraints but it was deliciously futile.

How the hell did he do that? Vincent apparently knew my body better than even I did.

He gripped my thighs roughly and whispered gentle hushes into my pulsing clit. “Shh. . . quiet. . . so good,” he groaned softly. Then he buried his face in my cleft, tongue penetrating my folds and nose rubbing my clit. He growled hungrily into my depths, tongue dipping in and out greedily, leaving no nerve untouched. “So f**king good,” he bellowed, the low vibrations rumbling through me, making me clench all over to stop myself from shaking.

I was careening dangerously toward a second climax. Just a little more and he’d push me over the edge.

Then his tongue stopped.

“Keep going,” I whispered fiercely.

He pulled his head up from between my legs and looked at me, wagging his finger. The gesture seemed oddly familiar. “Uh-uh.”

My body was still hot and thrumming madly. “Please Vincent, I need release.”

He smiled from leg to leg. “Payback, Kitten. For the Skype session. You’ll have to wait.”

I was too frustrated and horny to consider the implications of him calling me a pet name for the first time. He pulled away and I tried to rub my thighs together to finish what he started, but he caught my ankles with a firm grip. “Patience. I don’t want you spoiling your need. I have a lot more pleasure for you tonight.”

I groaned. I’d never wanted to climax more than I wanted to now. Never experienced the thrill of sex in public, of riding the edge of being caught and getting away with being bad. Never been driven to such desperate heights of pleasure. Never been denied the release raging in every bone in my body. And I never imagined uttering the words that were flying off the tip of my tongue. “I’m not a baby, Vincent. I know what my body needs. And it needs a thirty-thousand-feet-in-the-air sky-shattering orgasm right about now.”

His expression softened. “I was too harsh. I left you too high. I’m sorry, Kristen. Let me help you come down slowly.” He released my ankles and dipped his head back down between them. He gently tongued my clit and folds, easing the ache he had left there.

I moaned softly and closed my eyes at the delicious sensation.

A ding sounded and a light came on above our heads. I quickly realized I must’ve accidentally hit the flight attendant button with my hands. I heard Nancy close her magazine and begin walking toward the rear cabin. Panic swept through me. I was naked from the waist down and there would be no way I could pull my skirt and panties on in time even if I could slip my hands from my restraints.

Vincent moved from between my legs and casually reached into a drawer beneath the seat. Nancy rounded the row in front of us just as Vincent pulled a blanket over me, covering me from the waist down.

“How are you two doing? Can I get you anything?”

Vincent sat coolly in his seat, my feet resting on his lap beneath the blanket covering us.

“Kristen had to lie down because she’s not feeling well. Do we have anything that’ll make her feel better?”

“Oh my dear. Your face is all red. You look like you’re burning up. I’ll get you some water and motion sickness tablets.”

“Thank you,” I said, holding my hands behind my head, hoping my hair hid the fact that my wrists were bound together with seat belt straps.

By the time Nancy returned, I had slipped on my skirt and panties and sat back up.

“Oh you’re looking better already. Here’s the water and tablets.”