Jade's Song (South of the Border Book 2)

by Sabrina Devonshire

  “Are you cold?”

  “Yes, a little.”

  Luca pulls a blanket out of the compartment under the seat. He unfolds it and stretches it over my legs and my lap. He covers most of his lower body, too. When he looks at me again, I see mischief dancing in his eyes. He positioned the blanket like that on purpose. I see his hand wandering toward me under the blanket. He meets my gaze as his hand finds my bare thigh and slowly skims up, pushing the hem of my dress higher and higher.

  “Do you want me to stop?” he asks.

  My face flushes hot. Luca’s fingers haven’t even wandered into my panties yet and I’m already feeling guilty. “No.” My voice sounds breathless and desperate. The heat between us is so exciting. Imagining him touching me there on a plane like this, it feels forbidden. I burn with desire for his touch and know his masculine fingers will explore and tantalize all my sensitive places.

  Luca presses a button on a remote control he’s holding. “Let’s give ourselves a little more privacy.” Bunched up curtains I didn’t notice before slide across a suspended wire, isolating us from the rest of the plane. Luca sets down the remote and leans in to possess my mouth again. His lips are hot and wet and taste sugary sweet. Our kiss deepens, becoming more and more primal as our mouths crush together, tasting, biting, devouring. Luca slides his tongue along the seam of my lips, teasing my mouth open. I eagerly accommodate him, allowing his tongue to penetrate my mouth. A frenzy of lust overpowers me. His tongue inside my mouth makes me ache for the sensation of his cock sinking deep inside me.

  As our tongue war wages on, his hand rides back up my thigh. His fingers glide over my skin with erotic ease, working their way inside my panties. He slides a finger along the length of my slit. “Oh, you’re wet,” he says. I spread my legs wider to give him more access. He separates my nether lips and sinks a finger deep into my wetness. I’m so turned on by the forbidden nature of what we’re doing that I’m drenched. My mouth falls open and I moan with pleasure. Heat surges through my body like a high voltage electric current. Sex on an airplane never even crossed my mind. But this is no ordinary airplane. And Luca is no ordinary man. He smells and tastes so good and his touch is hot fuel scorching every nerve ending in my body. This is naughty. And exciting. I don’t hear any voices. Maybe Luca’s brother and the other band members have fallen asleep. But they’re not that far away from us. The equivalent of maybe eight rows back on a commercial plane. They can’t see us. The aircraft engine mutes most of the surrounding noises. But not all of them. Will they hear us? When his finger settles on my nub, I pant with lust. Do I even care?

  One of his fingers stimulates my nub while another penetrates my opening. I can hear the slick sound of his finger moving in and out of me. The wanton sensation drives me wild. I buck and squirm and grind my hips in toward him as pleasure bursts through my core. He intensifies the pressure on my bud. I feel a shift in the position of his fingers and look up to see Luca is no longer in his seat. He’s dropped down onto the floor. His head dives between my legs as he pushes a button and slowly reclines my seat. I feel a gush of wet heat between my legs thinking about what he’s going to do to me now, how good his tongue is going to feel on my vulnerable flesh. He gazes up at me, a roguish grin on his face. Then his tongue slides along the seam of my slit. A whimper escapes my lips as hot pleasure rips through me.

  Sudden inhibition makes me lift my head and look at him. “What are you doing?” Why did I say that? Isn’t it obvious? But I can’t believe he’s going down on me.

  “I’m going to taste you until you go completely crazy.” He licks me again.

  I groan. From the pleasure and out of desperation for more of it. “I might lose control.”

  “I want to give you pleasure, Jade. Relax. Por favor.”

  His deep voice turns me on almost as much as the lusty flash of light I see in his blue-green eyes as he gazes between my wide spread legs and licks his lips. Is he fantasizing about fucking me? God, how my opening aches for him to fill me. I lay back on the seat and allow myself to forget my inhibitions. His tongue laps over me, stimulating my bud, sending hot blazes of pleasure shooting through my center. Then he plunges one finger inside, fucking me slowly and then more rapidly with his finger. I undulate against him. My brain slowly starts to overdose on sensation. I gasp and pant and squirm with lust. He penetrates me with two fingers, stretching me wider. My walls contract around his fingers as my excitement builds. And builds. Until I feel like I’m about to burst from the pleasure. This feels so fucking good. A finger tortures and torments my clit again and then I explode, thrashing and bucking as my orgasm overtakes me. After the waves of pleasure subside, I lay limp in my seat looking at him. I wonder if he would let me return the favor. But when he stands up and unzips his pants, I know he has something else in mind. The ache between my legs is almost painful. Even though he just made me come, his cock thrusting deep inside me is what I really want.

  He tugs off his shirt and casts it aside. His pants drop to the floor and he kicks them out of the way. Seeing him naked on this plane is so erotic. Every inch of his perfect body is honed out of rock-hard, rippling muscle. His cock stands tall and erect. Damn, he’s big. My inner walls clench with anticipation. I’m still sprawled out in my seat, my dress hiked up over my hips, my silk panties pulled enough to the side to expose my opening. The forbidden nature of him preparing to fuck me when I’m dressed makes me wriggle on my seat with anticipation. His bicep muscles bunch as he rips open the foil package and slides a condom over his length. “I need to be inside you, Jade. I want to make love to you.”

  “Please, Luca. It’s what I want, too.” I’m lying on my back, exposed and vulnerable. Another jolt of heat surges between my thighs when he pulls the thin strip of silk over from my opening and lines his cock up at my entrance. My pussy tightens. He’s going to fuck me. Right here on this plane. And I’m so ready for it, I spread my legs open wider, desperate for his entry.

  He crouches over me straddling the seat, sinking a teasing inch inside me. He gives me one hot, wet, demanding kiss. Then his jaw muscles contract, hot desire flashes in his eyes and he takes possession of my body, inch by inch. I groan from the sensation of the slow stretching and filling of my opening. My walls somehow accommodate his size and clench around him. As he starts to move inside me, bursts of hot sensation ricochet through my core. This is so intense. I never even imagined sex like this. It’s mind-blowing, addicting.

  Every thrust delivers another pleasurable thrill deep inside me. The hedonistic sensation intensifies, spreading wider. He grips the back of the seat tighter. His biceps bunch and flex and his dimples deepen. Even his jaw muscles contract as his hips pump harder and faster to transport us to a climactic finish. I gaze toward where our hips meet and watch his penis sink into my body and retract again. I hear the wet sound of each thrust. It’s enough to pitch me over the edge of the precipice. I pant and thrash and bite my lip to keep from screaming with ecstasy the way I want to. As my convulsions of pleasure begin to subside, Luca thrusts one more time, halting his movement during his burst of release.

  He stares at me, a satisfied smile on his face. His face is just an inch away, his hot breath on my neck. “Are you enjoying the flight?” he whispers to me, imitating flight attendant speak.

  I laugh and kiss him playfully. “Do you really need to ask?”

  “Probably not, but I wanted to ask anyway.”

  “It’s amazing. You’re amazing.” I want to say something else. Like I’m completely crazy about him. Maybe even in love. But it feels too soon. Something could still go wrong. A week ago, I freaked out when things between us heated up. Today, everything is different. Instead of letting fear dampen my enjoyment of life, I allowed myself to just give in to the moment. I wish I could do this more often.

  Luca slowly slips out of me. He adjusts my panties and my dress. His touch is gentle and loving. He takes off the condom and discards it in a bag, cleans himself up with a tissue and dresses. H
e sits down beside me, leans over and gives me a tender kiss on the forehead. “Maybe we should get some sleep, beautiful.”

  “That’s a good idea. Thank you, Luca.” My eyelids already feel blissfully heavy. We puff up our pillows, snuggle in close to each other until I can feel his warm breath on my cheek and his strong hand on my back. I feel safe and cared for close to Luca. My lips turn up in a contented smile and before I know it, I’m asleep.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

  Jade

  After landing in Salzburg, a customs agent boarded the plane to check our passports. Then we were whisked off to a hotel in a luxurious limousine. The ride seemed short. The views on the way to the hotel thrilled me. We drove across a broad river. From the bridge I saw cliffs of rocks, numerous ancient stone buildings and churches with tall towers or tile roofs, and the huge castle on a hill that Luca said he was going to show me tomorrow.

  From the balcony in our room, I look out over narrow streets and a nearby church. The bells in the church tower chime, announcing that it’s nine in the morning. The long trip is starting to catch up with me. My body feels heavy and tired, my thoughts hazy. I sag into one of the blue-painted wrought iron chairs and just enjoy the view. Luca steps out of the French doors and smiles when he sees me. His hair hasn’t seen a brush, but looks sexy as hell tangled and covering one eye. It’s Exhibit A of all the wild things we did on that plane. My hair is Exhibit B. I tried using a brush, but it didn’t help much.

  “Are you doing okay?”

  I raise my hand to mask a yawn. My body says that it’s the middle of the night—which it still is in San Carlos. “All those time zone changes are definitely getting to me.”

  “It will take a few days to get completely used to the time change. But it’s better to stay awake as long as we can today so we can start adjusting. And this fresh air should do us good.”

  “My body clock is definitely off. But I’m too excited to sleep anyway. I’d much rather explore this place with you.”

  Luca kisses me on top of the head. “Can I tempt you into the shower first?”

  I look up at him and smile. That’s the only hope for resuscitating my appearance. “Most definitely.”

  He reaches for my hand. A tug from him gets me on my feet. We walk silently inside. Both of us are barefoot. Like me, he kicked off his shoes almost the minute we got into the room. Already, I’m learning about his habits, some of which are very similar to mine. “It’s time for that dress to come off.”

  He reaches for the hem of my dress and raises it slowly over my thighs, exposing my abdomen, my chest. I raise my arms and allow him to pull it over my head. With a flick of his hand, he tosses it onto the bed. The dress I was wearing had a built-in shelf bra so now I’m standing in front of him, my bare breasts exposed, wearing only pale blue silk panties.

  He kneels down in front of me. His fingers skim down my thighs and calves taking my underwear with them, leaving a trail of tingling hot spots behind. I lift one foot and then the other to step out of them. A cool breeze from the open French doors tickles my bare skin. Goose pimples rise on my already excited flesh. “Now it’s my turn to undress you,” I say.

  “Soon. But not yet.” His hands skim over the contours of my calves and thighs. “Your skin is so soft. And beautiful. And your legs are shaped so perfectly.”

  The way he’s talking, the way he touches me. He treats me like I’m precious to him, like he adores me. My heart swells with emotion. This man, who I’ve only known for a few weeks means so much to me already. We seem right for each other in many ways. I never imagined I’d ever have this kind of physical and mental connection with a man. But Luca is here in front of me. Caressing my skin, each stroke of his fingers sending bolts of desire through my body.

  He slowly rises to his feet, his hands moving over the swell of my hips, across my tummy toward my exposed breasts.

  I slowly unbutton his shirt, delighted to see the firm ridges of his chest appear. He unbuttons the cuffs and I slowly glide the shirt over his broad shoulders, exposing the swell of muscles and his collarbone. His skin is soft to the touch, but his body is solid. I slowly slip the shirt down his back and toss it on the bed beside my dress. I slide my tongue over my lower lip, already salivating over what I’ll be exposing next. I undo the button on the tight jeans he’s wearing and unzip them slowly. I tug them down over his hips and wrestle them to the floor. He steps out of them and kicks them to the side. The swell of his erection stretches his cotton briefs. He’s hard and ready for me and my body reacts right away. Warm arousal dampens my inner thighs. I skim my hands over the length of Luca’s still-covered cock. It’s so rigid and large, I struggle to remove his underwear. He gazes down at me. Lust burns in his eyes as he watches me remove his briefs. He takes my hands in his. I slowly rise to my feet. Now there’s just the two of us with no clothes between us. I don’t move. I gaze, wide-eyed, at the perfection that is Luca. Everything about him mesmerizes me. His solid, well-hewn body. His blue-green eyes. And that expression on his face. Yellow flecks of desire flash in his eyes. But the gentle tilt of his brows shows he wants more from me than just my body. He reaches for my hand. “Come with me, Jade. Let’s take a shower.”

  I follow him into the bathroom, where there’s a large walk-in shower. He turns on the water, and dials it to a very warm temperature just the way I like it. I step under the waterfall of water with him, feeling the warmth flow over my head, neck, shoulders. The warm water feels so soothing after the long flight, slowly loosening all of my tired muscles until they feel relaxed. He squeezes some shampoo into his hand. I step back from the water. “Close your eyes,” he says before he lathers up my hair. His fingertips gently massage the top and the sides and the back of my head, making my mind drift away. It feels good to close my eyes and turn myself over to his touch.

  Luca makes me feel so loved. He gently shifts my head back under the water for a rinse. His fingers thread through my hair, skimming across my scalp to release the shampoo from my hair. No man has ever washed my hair before. Hair washing was never one of my romantic fantasies. But this is one of the most romantic experiences I’ve ever had in my life. Luca’s touch makes me feel nurtured and appreciated.

  He finishes my hair and leads me away from the shower head again. He lathers up soap on a washcloth. Gently, he washes my face, my ears, my neck. Then the washcloth massages my shoulders and arms. He raises each of my arms to wash under them. Then he turns me around and lovingly washes my back, my buttocks, my legs. After shifting me into the water to rinse my back, he turns me toward him, smiling when our gazes connect. He looks so amazing wet. His angular jaw, the dent of his dimples and his firm body look even more defined when they are slick with water. He moves the washcloth over my breasts, my belly. He kneels down in front of me, raising one foot and resting it on his shoulder while he washes it. He touches and washes each toe with such loving care. Then he washes my calf and my thigh. He washes my other leg, but when he finishes, he moves the washcloth between my legs, slowly massaging and spreading me open.

  Liquid heat surges through my core, making my legs unsteady. He rinses the soap from the washcloth and moves the washcloth between my legs again. Then he drops the washcloth. It falls to the shower floor with a splash. He buries his face between my legs and flicks his tongue across my slit. I feel a gush of excitement rush southward. He lowers my foot to the floor. “Sit on the ledge,” he says in a commanding voice.

  Remembering how good it felt to have his mouth on me earlier, I nearly leap toward the ledge. My legs tremble as I seat myself, legs spread, on the marble. Still kneeling, he opens my thighs wide apart and licks my slit again. I gasp with pleasure. This feels so good. He flicks his tongue over my clit, at first slowly and then in a maddening rhythm that makes me squirm with pleasure and want. He slides a finger inside of me. My head falls back in a moan. As he fucks me with his finger, his tongue flicks over my clit again and again. Pleasure ricochets through me, blurring my vision. I’m so tur
ned on my inner walls feel about to explode. In an instant, I fall over the edge. I thrash and moan as waves of ecstasy roll through me. He slowly urges me up from where I’m sitting and turns me around. “Bend over and grip the sides of the wall for me,” he says.

  My pussy tightens again. Oh, God, he’s going to fuck me from the back. How hot. As I lean over and grab the sides of the ledge, I feel the brush of his cock against my butt. My core clenches with aching need. I arch my back, exposing my pussy to him to give him easy entrance. I want him to take me. I want him to sink deep into me now.

  He grips my hips. Too slowly. What are we waiting for? Did he forget to bring a condom in?

  “Please, Luca, now.”

  “Don’t worry, Jade. I’ll give you what you want.”

  I hear him rip open a condom package. He spreads me apart with a finger and positions himself at my opening. I feel the tip of his cock pushing into me. I arch my back to increase the penetration. He must know I can’t wait a second longer. He slides deep inside me in one swift drive. He slowly slips out of me, then slams into me again. Pleasure explodes deep inside of me each time he thrusts. I groan and hold onto the sides of the ledge tighter, feeling my hands lose their purchase. He pumps in and out of me, faster and faster. I can hear the slap of water between our hips. Every nerve ending inside of me screams with pleasure as the head of his cock slams deep inside and his balls rub against my clit. “More, Luca. Oh, yes, don’t stop.” As Luca’s cock slams into me again, I pant and moan as an orgasm blasts through me like dynamite.

  He continues moving inside of me until his own release comes. Then his arms slide up to above my waist. He slowly raises me up and turns me to face him. He’s still breathing hard. He looks incredibly hot, his sculpted face and all his rippled muscles slippery wet. His eyes are more blue now than green. And he has a wicked grin on his face. “You are wonderful, Jade.” His voice sounds husky.