Flight Risk

He slips his hand past my panties, making me gasp at the intimate touch. He stills for a moment to kiss me again, slipping his tongue into my mouth. Then his fingers move again, sliding across my core, making me jerk. His other hand comes to my hip, holding me in place as he has his way with me.

I don’t know what I’m loving more—what his hand is doing between my legs or how he takes control over my body.

Pulling back suddenly, I gasp for more air. My breaths are coming hard and fast as the sensation builds between my legs. His eyes lock with mine, and he licks his lips as if he’s trying to taste our kiss.

His look is so intense, I lean forward to bury my face in his neck. What started as foreign and exciting has turned to burning need. The hot build-up of pleasure between my legs is a tidal wave that’s fast approaching. It’s coming, and I feel like it might rip me in two. He moves his hand from my hip to my hair and takes a fistful of it. He leans my head back and holds me in place so our eyes are locked. The grip is tight, but it doesn’t hurt. There’s something gentle and careful about how he’s got me in his arms. But he won’t allow me to look away. I can’t hide from what’s coming, or from him.

“You keep those eyes on me,” he growls. “Spread those pretty little legs, and then cum all over my fingers.”

I gasp and then do as he says, spreading my legs just as his fingers dip inside me. I hear the slippery wetness of my desire on his hand, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment. But I need him to finish what he’s started, so I can’t think about that right this second. Instead, I push down the shame of inexperience and lick my lips.

He looks down to where his fingers are inside my panties and he growls again, but this time in approval. The sight of his muscled body hovering over me, seeing what I’ve kept secret from every man before him, is intoxicating.

“I knew this sweet pussy was virgin. Took one look at you and the way you walked, and knew you’d never had a dick in it. But I’m going to change that, Sophia,” he vows, looking up at me through hooded eyes. “Men are going to see the way your hips move and the gap between your thighs and know that it’s being taken care of.”

My breath catches in my throat as my clit throbs with need at his filthy words. I can’t hold back any longer and I jerk against his finger, feeling myself lose control. Wetness soaks my thighs as his fingers plunge in and out, making the warm liquid spread between us. My legs start to shake as waves of heat roll down my back and fireworks run all over my body.

“Lincoln!” I cry, chanting his name over and over again. It seems to be the only word I can say as his hand pulls out every ounce of pleasure from me.

“Fucking perfect,” I hear him say before he’s pulling me toward him.

His lips brush against my neck and he begins to kiss me there before sucking on it. The feel of him marking me makes me jerk against him, my skin sensitized from what just happened.

“That mark will have to do for now,” he says as he grazes his teeth over the spot.

Suddenly I’m so sleepy. My eyes are heavy and my body is limp. I want to curl up against him and catnap for just a second.

He slides his hand from between my legs, and his fingers go to his mouth as he licks my wetness from them. I blush at what I’ve just done. How could I have let a stranger touch me this way?

He takes his finger from his mouth and brings it to my cheek, brushing the hair behind my ear. “You’re going to own me, aren’t you?”

I study him, not understanding what he means.

“Sir, we have reached 10,000 feet.” I look over and see a flight attendant standing there. She has her shiny black hair up in a high ponytail and looks like a flight attendant from decades before. I feel embarrassed all over again, because I’d forgotten we weren’t alone and I’m not sure what she heard. I’m still in Lincoln’s lap, so I bury my face in his neck, wanting to hide.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out,” he barks, making both me and the flight attendant jump. I pull back, not sure who he’s talking to. It can’t be me, right? He looks at me and shakes his head, pulling me closer. “She knows better.”

“To not interfere when you’re with someone?” I ask softly, not sure how I found the words. His face goes soft, and a slow smile forms at his lips.