Touched In Flight (Wicked First Love)

“Luuk—-”

Dislike, bordering on hatred, rose inside Nic, and he covered her mouth with his once more. It didn’t matter if he was the one she thought about when saying the name. He only wanted Ayah to speak his name and no one else’s.

Kisses were supposed to be sweet and hot, but were they supposed to be this overwhelming? Were they supposed to be so intense that all she could think about was how long she could enjoy a kiss before expiring? Were they supposed to be so powerful they brought out a hunger so bad her body could only writhe for more of Luuk’s touch?

She didn’t know if kisses were supposed to feel that way, but that was how Luuk’s kiss made her feel. And when he finally gave Ayah what her body was craving for, one hand whipping the blanket back up to cover her body, she could have wept for joy.

Her naked need for him aroused Nic like no other. Just the way she sighed into his kiss was more than enough to have him come, but he did his best to control his desires, wanting Ayah to reach an orgasm before he did. He caressed her bare legs, smoothing his palm over her silky skin. A ghost of a smile passed through his lips when she jerked in reaction to his hand cupping one sensitive knee.

“Luuk.”

That had him punishing her even though he knew he had no right to, his fingers drifting up her thighs, tormenting her with the slow, sensuous movements. “Lieverd,” he growled in her ear.

She shuddered and kept shuddering as he made short work of her denim shorts. “Lieverd,” she said in a low soft moan.

It came out louder than it should, but she didn’t seem to care. All she seemed to want was him, and this absolute all-encompassing need made Nic desperate to take her then and there. If only she wasn’t a virgin, he thought savagely. But she was – it had been obvious the very first moment she had turned white with shock when she realized she had fallen face first on his cock.

His cock begged for release, but he ruthlessly reeled his desire back, using every iota of his self-control to focus on making Ayah come. “Look at me, lieverd.”

She did with green eyes murky with desire.

He bit back a curse. That look just made him want to fuck her more. Without warning, he pulled her panties away from her skin, enough to let his fingers slide inside. This time, when he fucked her, he had not one or two fingers in but three.

“I’m going to do my best to fuck you hard,” he whispered in her ear.

The words almost had her sobbing. Oh, how those dirty words got to her! And his fingers – oh, how they made her want to be naked in his arms and be able to squeeze him close with her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. But she could not. All she could do now was clutch his shoulders hard while he continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

Her hips were beginning to meet his thrusts in a frenzied manner. Nic had to use his free hand to press down on one thigh, forcing Ayah to keep still. Although his name gave him a certain amount of protection, it could only go so far. The musky scent of her desire was beginning to fill the business section, and he knew if he did not make her come soon, one of the crew members would be forced to confront them.

“Ayah...” He waited until she had focused her attention on him. He almost groaned at the way she looked at him, like he could make her come with just a word. “I need you to give yourself to me now.”

She gave him a small nod, but her eyes told him that small nod meant so much more than yes.

He pulled his fingers out completely and when her eyes widened with shock, he shoved them back in, his fingers penetrating her so deeply he brushed against her hymen.

She stiffened at the penetration and then she started to shake, the tremors of her release so powerful Nic had to embrace her tightly to him. It was the only way he could absorb some of the strength of her body’s shudders.

Her second orgasm, Ayah thought. And it was so much more powerful than the first one. Would it always be like this between them?

Forcing herself to rise against the sensual languor that was doing its best to lull Ayah into sleep, she pressed her palms against his chest and used it to prop herself up, enough to have her looking at Luuk straight in the eyes.

Oh.

Her heart tripled its rate at the look in his eyes.

He wanted and needed her the way she wanted and needed him.