Jie was sensitive to her distress and kept his arm linked through hers as much as possible while they checked the suitcase they shared through to Beijing and received their seat assignments.
Her nervousness rose to a pitch going through security. The noise and throng of the airport, the people everywhere, restaurants and magazine shops, all blurred in her vision.
They walked to the gate for their flight and Jie led her to a seat, never releasing her arm as they sat down to wait. Meg had a book to read tucked in her flight bag and tried to read a few pages, but her mind raced so badly she couldn’t concentrate on the words. Her heartbeat rose faster and faster as memories of the day her parents left surfaced in her mind.
Her breath started to come in small gasps. Jie reached for her hand, laced their fingers together. He peered at her, his brow furrowed. “Meg, you don’t have to do this, you know. I would never force you.” His voice was gentle, soothing.
She stared back at him, finding her gaze trapped by his eyes, their beautiful almond shape and rich brown color under the heavy fringe of lashes. He never broke their joined gazes, and the melting depths of his eyes filled her with growing calm. “No,” she said in a near whisper. “I want to go with you. I just have some...bad memories coming up.”
Jie squeezed her hand and brought it to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss into her skin, his eyes never leaving her face. “I’m here for you, Meg. I’ll help you.” He leaned in a bit closer. “Don’t worry, ai ren, by the time our second flight comes, you’ll be completely unconcerned. Besides, that long flight will give us the perfect opportunity to continue our exercises.”
She looked at him. “Exercises? You mean...” Her cheeks tingled as the understanding of what Jie meant seeped in. She couldn’t finish for the erotic pulsing that sprang up between her legs.
He winked. “Exactly.”
“Oh.” She looked straight ahead, her fear calmed for the moment. His touch and words dispelled the images of hearing her parents had died, of her climbing onto her grandfather’s lap, clinging to him as she wet his shirt with her tears.
She smiled at Jie, then leaned over and kissed his cheek.
They waited another quarter of an hour before their flight was announced. Jie kept hold of her hand, his fingers laced through hers. He held her firmly against him as they walked down the passageway and boarded the plane. Jie gave her his aisle seat so she wouldn’t feel crowded and settled in beside her. She sat, one hand gripping Jie’s hand, the other her armrest while she watched the other passengers board.
Conversation hummed leisurely around them and the flight attendants assisted people here and there, smiling and courteous. No one besides her seemed in the least concerned that anything bad would happen, as if flying on an airplane were as mundane a thing to do as sweeping the floor or having a meal.
“Meg.” Jie’s soft voice caused her to turn and her gaze once again got captured in his beautiful brown eyes. He smiled. “I’m proud of you.”
She managed to smile back. The calm demeanor of the people around her, including the man she loved, largely soothed her fear. “Thank you.”
The captain announced the impending takeoff. The noise of engines increased and the airplane vibrated. Passengers settled into their seats and Meg heard the clicking sound of seatbelts around her. She squeezed Jie’s hand, grateful for his calm energy seeping into her. The jet began to roll slowly backward, away from the terminal. Meg closed her eyes, feeling the movement of the giant machine in which she sat. Her heart thrashed.
Suddenly, she felt Jie’s lips touch her cheek. He lifted away and then pushed his shoulder snugly against hers, both his hands holding one of hers, making her feel safe. It was his touch and steady presence beside her that took the frightening edge of the takeoff. The plane rolled slowly until it reached a certain point, at which the captain announced the takeoff and then it moved again, taxiing ahead with gathering speed.
Meg gripped Jie’s hand, working to breathe deeply as the plane hurtled forward, the grinding of the landing gears rising into the belly of the plane stopped and they seemed to shoot into the air, soaring at an angle. Her ears popped like crazy as they climbed. She swallowed each time, relieving the pressure in her ears until the plane leveled off and the captain announced that the passengers could move around the cabin if needed.
She heaved a deep sigh of relief and glanced around her. Their fellow passengers were reading and carrying on conversations as if nothing out of the ordinary at all were happening. The flight attendants, too, some of them pretty women and a couple of men, were making their way down the aisles serving drinks from a cart.
Jie turned to her, smiling. “You did it, Meg.”
Tears flooded her eyes. “Because of you,” she whispered.
Her words visibly moved him, his dark eyes getting that liquid sheen. He leaned over and kissed her lips again before settling back against his seat, still holding her hand.
The plane moved smoothly through the air, hitting a small bump now and then. Overall, however, Meg found the experience not nearly as terrifying as she’d imagined it. For her, it was because Jie was beside her, holding her hand and turning to her every few minutes to smile at her and press a kiss into her hair. He was truly, for all his stubbornness and self-criticism, one of the kindest people she’d ever met.
Only a few minutes seemed to pass before the captain announced the flight’s descent into New York. Between chatting with Jie, having a glass of sparkling water and reading her book, the short flight from Boston was over. Meg’s attention got captured in watching the land below through the window. Even though she was on the aisle she still had a clear view of the buildings and roads which appeared like miniatures, grow larger, and realized moments later she’d completely forgotten to be afraid. By the time she and Jie had disembarked and found their connecting flight at the Air China gate terminal, her fear dissipated and she found herself looking forward to the rest of the journey.
When their connecting flight to Beijing was called to board, Meg rose from her seat in the terminal and slipped her hand again into Jie’s, realizing for the first time the magnitude of the journey he’d made months ago to come to her. She squeezed his hand and when he looked down at her, her heart tingled and burst with deep affection.
“Are you all right, Meg?” His brown eyes radiated concern.
She smiled at him. “I’m fine. I just came to understand a bit of what you went through coming to America to find me.”
To her surprise, the depths of his eyes misted over. They had reached the attendant at the door who took their boarding passes and absently he handed the cards to the woman, his gaze not leaving Meg’s. Meg, too, handed over her pass, received the stub and went with Jie into the corridor. He kissed her cheek, the small gesture conveying more than he could with words in that moment.
When they took their seats and settled in, Jie turned to her again. “This is a very long flight,” he said. “Nothing like the one from Boston to New York.” His smile deepened and he leaned in to her, his mouth close to her ear. “Remember what I said about continuing our Dragon-Tigress practice,” he whispered.
Meg caught her breath. She remembered. The erotic promise sent a tingle through her body. His statement only begged one question. “But...how?”
Jie’s eyes sparkled in an uncharacteristically mischievous way. He was so serious most of the time. “You’ll see.” He pressed a deliciously soft kiss onto her lips and then sat back in his seat, his hand still joined with hers.
Whispers of arousal spiraled through her body. Jie had given her something wonderful to look forward to. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes, practicing some of the deep breathing her grandfather had shown her so long ago when he’d taught her and Danny Tai Chi. The breathing brought relaxation and she let her mind rest on her anticipation of what Jie had planned for them.
* * * * *
Several hours into the flight Jie turned to her. “Are you ready?” he asked softl
y.
Meg had taken off her earphones long before he spoke because the in-flight movie being shown was not very interesting. She looked at him. “Ready?”
Then she saw the simmering hunger in his eyes and remembered his erotic promise of earlier. Her body immediately tingled to life. She nodded. “Yes.”
He undid his seatbelt and rose from the seat. “Come.”
Meg’s heart flip-flopped as she undid her own seatbelt and stepped into the aisle, images of Jie’s hands on her bare skin already strong in her mind. There was never a time before she and Jie made love that she did not experience flutters of anticipation. Being with him was the most delicious thing she’d ever known, but such deep intimacy with a man still brought up the nervous girl who’d only had one failed relationship long before Jie found her. Only now, with his love, was she beginning to find some confidence.
She followed him down the aisle to the back of the plane where the lavatories were. Two of the four were vacant. Jie opened one of the doors. A tiny grin teased at his full lips and he gestured with a nod of his head.
Meg’s cheeks burned slightly and she looked over her shoulder as if someone were watching them. Wordlessly, she stepped into the tiny lavatory and turned. Her breath hitched softly when she realized Jie was following her into the tiny cubicle. She made room for him by pressing against the wall.
His muscular body occupied most of the remaining space and he latched the door. The tiny room filled quickly with their combined body heat, and Meg immediately felt delightfully tipsy, as if she’d drunk warm plum wine.
Jie turned and took her in his arms, pulling her close. “How are you doing, ai ren?” he murmured over the thrum of the engine.
Meg rested her cheek against his hard chest, breathed in his musky scent. It felt strange, crowded here in this tiny bathroom, but just holding Jie made any setting, for her, romantic. She slipped her hands around his back. She traced the outlines of chiseled muscle through the thin material of his T-shirt with hungry fingertips. Her body was already melting against his hard physique. “I’m much better now.”
Jie’s breathing grew heavier and he nuzzled the side of her neck with his lips. “Are you ready for me to harvest your yin?”
The whispered question almost made her moan and she felt moisture already begin to gather in her core. “Yes,” she breathed.
Gently he turned her around in his arms, then pulled her back against him. Meg caught her breath at the hard nudge of his erection in her backside. He ran his hands sensuously over her breasts, giving extra attention to her nipples. He circled his fingertips over them and they hardened, even through her bra and her silk blouse. Behind her, the hard push of his erection nestled into the crevice of her buttocks and he rocked his hips against her, pressed his cock more deeply into her softness.
She tilted her head to one side, silently offered her neck to his lips. Just then, the plane lurched. Meg gasped and lurched backward. Jie’s hard body met hers like a protective wall. Icy heat traveled down her arms and her heart raced. She clutched at his jeans and pressed back hard against him. His body was a warm solid wall and she leaned heavily on his reassuring strength.
He embraced her in a protective hold. “It’s all right, Meg,” he said close to her ear. “Just turbulence. Nothing to worry about at all.” He held her firmly against him and stroked her hair.
Meg tilted her head back, eyes closed, and rested against him, breathing deeply until her fear began to pass.
Jie pressed a soft kiss on the side of her neck. His warm breath and full lips made her skin tingle pleasantly. He nibbled her earlobe, sending a delightful shiver down her body. “I’ll make you forget your fear,” he murmured. His breath tickled her ear in the most sensual way. Behind her, he pressed his groin into her backside, ground slow, erotic circles against the crevice of her buttocks.
She could feel his erection straining, pushing against her and the sensation began to replace her fear. God, he made her feel so beautiful, so wanted. Her fear melted away more and more with each grind of his pelvis and her body heated up again.
Jie slid one hand under blouse. His touch, gentle and strong, sent a pleasant shiver through her. “You like that?” he whispered, slid his fingertips in lazy circles over her ribcage. His touch sent a heated trail along the sensitive underside of her breasts.
“Yes.” She sighed. She sank back against him, her eyes closed. Around them, the motor vibrated through the small compartment.
“Imagine there are people on the other side of the door,” he murmured. He slid his hand over one breast, cupped it in his warm palm. “What if they could see us?” He rolled her nipple between thumb and forefinger, pressed down with teasing firmness.
She gasped. Tingling heat shot through her nipple, tightened it to a hard nub under Jie’s fingertips. To her surprise, Jie’s suggestion about being watched sent a frisson of heat straight into her sex and she found herself grinding her backside against Jie’s erection while he moved his hand to her other breast and slipped his fingers under the thin lacy cup of her bra.
“Ohhh,” She sighed deeply and arched her back. All thoughts dissipated under Jie’s touch.
He pinched and kneaded her bare nipple between his fingertips. His breath pulsed warmly on her neck, heightening her arousal and she tilted her head, offered herself fully to his lips.
He feathered soft kisses on her skin, coaxed her body to higher and higher tension, as the Dragon-Tigress practice demanded. The warm soft slide of his tongue upward toward her ear made her moan and she reached down with both hands, caressed the hardness of his thigh muscles through his jeans.
Jie nibbled delicately at her earlobe, tugged it between his lips and tongue. His breath, heavy with arousal, warmed and tickled her ear. “Meg,” he whispered, then pinched her nipples in gentle, rhythmic tugs.
The pleasure was overwhelming. “Please, Jie.”
With a light scrape of his teeth, Jie released her earlobe. He chuckled softly and ground his cock hard against her buttocks. “You’re not quite ready,” he murmured, still in a teasing tone. With that, he pulled his hands out from underneath her blouse and began to work open the frog buttons.
Meg sighed. Her blouse fell open and Jie unlatched the front hook of her bra, released her aching breasts, which he immediately cupped in both hands.
He kissed the side of her neck again, one quick soft kiss and then began the circling exercise around her breasts, this time not lifting his hands completely away. His fingertips brushed the swells and the hard tips of her nipples tenderly with each movement. Slowly, torturously, he made the seventy-two rounds in each direction until her sex throbbed in its swollen ache for release. She could feel her juices, what Jie called her yin dew, soaking her panties and she moaned softly, rubbed her backside against his hard cock through his jeans.
Jie groaned softly near her ear. “You’re ready now, Meg,” he whispered, voice tight with obvious need. He pushed her breasts together, squeezed them gently before sliding his thumbs and index fingers around her nipples. He pinched them in an easy pulsing rhythm that sent shoots of tingling pleasure straight into her clit. With each squeeze of his fingertips, another surge of yin dew seeped from her core. She needed desperately for him to release the buildup of pressure.
Jie turned her again until she faced him. He put the seat down on the toilet and sat before her, pulling her gently toward him. Tilting his face up, he took one nipple in his mouth and suckled with hot swipes of his tongue while rolling the other one between gentle fingertips. Alternately he suckled and tugged the hardened bud while Meg supported her sagging weight with her hand on the tiny counter and sink basin.
Jie lifted his mouth from her breast. He looked so incredibly sexy, his full soft lips moist, his eyelids heavy, his golden skin flushed. He lifted the hem of her skirt and bunched it around her waist. “Hold this,” he said, his smooth voice husky.
She obeyed and lifted the skirt so that it was clear of her lacy silk panties. Immediat
ely she saw his dark appreciative look on her sex.
“You’re so beautiful, Meg,” he breathed. With his gentle doctor’s hands he caressed her stomach, brushed his fingertips just above the low waistband of her silk panties until he found the spot between her navel and pubic mound. Softly he pressed down.
Meg caught her breath at the surge of energy into her womb and breasts. There were special names for these spots Jie had told her in earlier practice, but when he touched her, she forgot them, as she did everything else except the erotic contact of his gentle, skilled hands. Warm heat washed through her inner sex and she moaned, unable to do anything except close her eyes and tilt her head back.
“You’re more than ready now,” he breathed. “My love, always so full of life for me.” He traced the contours of her lower lips through her thin lacy panties, now saturated with her juices.
Meg’s eyelids shuttered at the pleasure but his other hand on her buttocks supported her weight while he continued to caress her slit. Just when she thought she’d go mad with teasing, Jie slid two fingers under the material and found her clit, rubbing it tenderly in tiny circles.
She was about to beg him for his mouth when he took hold of the elastic and slid her panties over her hips, down her thighs to her knees. His face was so close to her moist core that she could feel his breath pulse warmly over the swollen, aching part of her, desperate for release.
He slid his warm hands over her hips, reached around and cupped her buttocks. With a gentle pull, he drew her gently forward. His brown gaze rested on her sex and his pupils simmered with want. He leaned into her and pressed a soft kiss into the spot he’d touched moments before with his fingertips.
Meg moaned softly. There was nothing better in the whole world than Jie’s touch and kiss. He swiped his tongue across that spot. Back and forth, teasingly and then with more pressure, he sent feathers of moist warmth across her skin with his tongue, weakening her, making her eyes flutter closed and her breath come in panting beats. Her toes curled inside her shoes, her bones felt like liquid, and she gripped his strong shoulders to anchor her sagging weight. “Oh, Jie” Never did she feel as glorious as when he was making love to her.
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