“Oh my God! You just destroyed what I was going to keep as a souvenir!” I exclaimed, before realizing the box was covered in velvet. Those kinds of boxes only contained one item. Jewelry.
He handed the case back to me, and I opened it—slowly—much to his consternation. Inside was a beautiful strand of cultured pearls. I looked at him astonished that he’d give me such an extravagant gift. I wished I’d had them to wear all evening to show off. I took the necklace from the box and handed it to him, then turned and lifted my hair so he could put it around my neck. The soft touch of his fingers on my skin as he worked with the clasp ignited something deep inside me.
“There,” he said as he removed his hands from my neck and smoothly moved them down my back. I turned to face him, and he sucked in his breath as he looked at me. “The pearls look lovely around your throat, but the look on your face, Mimi… You’re breathtaking in the moonlight.”
I leaned over and kissed him softly, my hand coming up to touch the delicate strand at my neck. “I love them. Thank you so much. I can’t wait to wear them again.”
He smiled at me devilishly. “I’m looking forward to seeing you wearing nothing but those pearls and your high heels,” he whispered huskily.
Again my desire flamed to the surface. I cursed the distance between our present location and home. I wanted him, and I wanted him right then. I squirmed against him trying to get closer and pull his face to mine. He allowed it, bringing his mouth down to my lips, gently teasing them apart with light, tender brushes of his tongue. I opened to him, receiving him gladly, and he slowly, slowly slid his tongue over mine. I stroked his tongue back licking against it, enjoying intimacy of the kiss and letting it wash over me. It was a heady feeling, this slow surrender to the probing of his tongue, and I felt myself just melting against him. My muscles were lax and fluid as I twisted my arms behind his neck. Unbuckling my seat belt, he gripped my hips with his hands and pulled me across his lap. We kissed and cuddled the rest of the way to the airport.
Once we were in the air again, I just watched his profile as he kept us aloft. I was so hungry for him that once again I cursed our distance from home until a wicked idea overtook me. Out of instinct, I looked around. It was pitch dark with the moon glowing overhead, dimly shining into the cockpit. The stars twinkled around us at this height looking as if someone had strewn diamonds across a swath of black velvet. I removed my seatbelt and leaned into him, kissing along his neck up to his ear and back down again.
“What do we have here?” he asked softly. “Is someone feeling a little worked up tonight?”
I murmured a throaty “Mhmm…” as I stroked my hand over his chest and down his abdomen. I felt his muscles tighten as my hand dropped lower to stroke over the hardening bulge in his lap.
He growled low in his throat. “Mimi, God that feels good. But in case you haven’t noticed, it’s a little cramped in here and this baby doesn’t have auto-pilot.”
I pulled back and looked at him mischievously. “There’s enough room between that yoke and your body for my head. All you have to do is fly, boy.” I said as I started to undo his fly. I felt his length grow against my palm as I pulled him out of the confines of his pants. His hips flexed involuntarily, and he blew out a deep breath. He reached up with one hand and curled it around the back of my head and slowly lowered me to his lap. I was ready to devour him. I had to have him inside me any way I could. I needed to be as close as possible to him. I sucked him in whole in one great swoop of my mouth. He threw his head back and groaned as his hands gripped the yoke tighter. I felt the plane climb a little higher before dipping back down again. Smiling to myself, I set about a slow, lingering, torturous rhythm. I let my tongue dance along the sides of his cock, licking and teasing his skin with soft caresses. I knew what he liked, what he wanted. James was a sensation-junkie. He wanted it fast and hard just like he fucked. I was determined to draw this out, to coax him as close to the edge as slowly as I could.
I made a production of it, not that I had to work very hard because I was so turned on. I moaned seductively as I worked my head up and down in his lap. One of his hands came down to press gently on the back of my head, but he didn’t try to take over. He just rested his hand there as if to feel me moving over him again and again. The confines were tight so I wasn’t able to use my hands to assist the way I normally would, but I did manage to get one wrapped around his thick shaft. I steadily—but still slowly—built up speed, the twisting of my tongue giving way to deep suction.
His hips began to pump in time with my strokes as much as the small space would allow. The hand at the back of my head soon fisted into my hair and pulled tight. That was when he took over, pulling me up and pressing me back down faster and faster as his breathing grew very heavy and ragged. With a loud shout, he shot into my mouth spilling across my tongue. I greedily took every hot spurt, swallowing over and over. When his hand relaxed in my hair, I sat up with another naughty smile.
He turned and looked at me, his eyes wide and still filled with passion. “I’m about to look for an empty field so I can land and fuck you senseless,” he finally said. “My God Mimi, that was incredible. It was definitely a first for me.”
I found that hard to believe as long as he’d been flying. Surely he’d gotten kinky with other women in the air. I shrugged it off. It wasn’t my job to think about the past. It was my job to do my part to make this night as memorable as possible. With that in mind, I leaned back against my door and slid my dress up my thighs until the triangle of the front of my lace panties was showing.
“I’m not done yet,” I said on a breathy whisper. “It’s my turn.”
I moved one of my feet up onto the seat parting my thighs for his full view. Wedging my heel in between the seat cushions so as not to mar the creamy leather upholstery, I moved my other leg, widening the distance between my legs. Closing my eyes, I reached up and gripped my breasts in both hands and slowly began to stroke them. I heard him suck in a breath and hold it before letting it out in a whoosh. I began to churn my hips as I reached inside my dress to fondle one breast, pinching the nipple and plucking into a tight peak. The other side tightened sympathetically, and I moaned softly.
I felt James’ touch on the inside of my thigh. I opened my eyes to see him looking at me raptly in between glances at his instrument panel. I pulled my panties to the side, inviting his searching hand to explore further. He didn’t disappoint me. His deft fingers slid up to my slit and began to brush over my damp lips. He took his index finger and trailed it gently down the seam before parting me and exposing me to his hungry eyes.
“I didn’t think you could get more beautiful than you were the first time I saw you,” he said hoarsely, “but damn it, Mimi, if you aren’t more striking every time I look at you. Like this, you are a goddess. So wanton, so hungry, so ready for me.”
He pressed his fingertips to my clitoris and began rubbing gently in slow circles. I arched my back at the pleasure it brought me, the tingling that began where he made contact with that tiny bundle of nerves spreading throughout my entire body. I pressed up tighter to his hand, seeking more pressure, more pleasure, just more. He interpreted my needs and dropped his hand down to fill me with two of his fingers. I cried out finally feeling something of what I needed. As he pumped his hand, drawing his fingers in and out of me, I slid my own hand over my swollen bud and began to massage it myself. I was panting heavily, a sheen of perspiration beginning to dot my brow and chest. He picked up the pace and before long, he was thrusting into me with the force I needed to bring me over the edge.
I tightened around him and came with a loud cry. My body was literally shaking, little shockwaves rippling through me over and over again. It was the hardest I’d ever come from manual stimulation. It felt so wicked and slightly dangerous to be doing this at who knew how many thousands of feet in the air we were. I’m sure that added to the powerful sensations that had just overtaken me.
I opened my eyes and looked at
James as I tried to get my breathing under control. He removed his hand from me and brought his fingers to his lips. Sucking them into his mouth, he hummed in approval. “You are so sweet,” he murmured. “Inside and out.”
I smiled softly, a little taken aback at how unrestrained I had been. It was like I had thought earlier though. With James, I felt like I could do anything. He had taught me how to fly, figuratively speaking.
I righted my clothing and fluffed my hair trying to bring myself back into a sense of normalcy. I had to laugh though when James said, “For the first time in your life, Mimi, you came right on time. We’re almost home.”
Twelve
Once we arrived back at my house, it was a complete free for all. We had wound each other up so much on the flight home that we were ready to explode when we were finally on solid ground and alone. As James predicted, I spent the rest of the night wearing nothing but my pearls and heels.
Once we were finally sated, we lay curled up in my bed, me with my head on his chest. I had been drawing lazy circles around one of his nipples when I realized it was well after midnight.
“James, how are you going to manage driving home at this late hour? It’s such a long way and I know you’re tired.”
“Don’t worry, Kitten. I don’t have to work tomorrow, and I still have my hotel room.”
“In that case, I wish you’d told me earlier. I would have told you to bring all your stuff here. I don’t want you to leave. Stay the night with me.”
“I have no intention of going anywhere. I’ll have to go grab my stuff from the hotel by ten, which is check out time, but other than that, I’m not in a hurry to get home.”
I snuggled up to him wondering about my plans with Justin the next day. I couldn’t cancel them. I had to get that conversation out of the way and put my friendship with Justin back on track. I didn’t know how I was going to manage it with James planning to stay like he was. I decided to just wing it the following day. I still didn’t like the idea of seeing both men on the same day even if nothing were to happen between Justin and me. The idea just made me feel sleazy.
My eyelids began to droop, and I realized there was no solution for my dilemma at that very moment. Sleep was calling, and I had no choice but to succumb to its clutches.
My problem was solved the next morning while James was at the hotel fetching his belongings. Justin called and begged off our lunch date stating an issue had come up that he needed to deal with right away. He offered to take me out for dinner instead.
“It’s no trouble, Justin. I don’t have plans tonight. What’s going on? Is there anything I can help with?”
“Thanks, Peaches, but it’s a personal matter. I’m sure I’ll have it cleared up by this evening.”
I was so astonished that he’d shut me out of something happening in his life that I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen. Since when did we not share what was going on in our personal lives, especially if one of us were having a problem? I didn’t want to be nosey so I didn’t press for information, but I was completely nonplussed.
“I’ll pick you up around seven p.m. if that’s okay? Things here should be well in hand by then.”
“That’s perfect. Give me a call if you run into any difficulties. I’m always here to help,” I said.
“Thanks, Mimi. As always, you’re the best.”
I terminated the call and wondered what could be going on. If it had been something with his family, I was certain he would have told me. Honestly, I couldn’t imagine any scenario he wouldn’t be willing to share. We were that close. I didn’t have any more time to contemplate it because James had come back. He dropped his duffel and garment bags by the door and came walking into the kitchen where I was standing. He circled my waist with his arms and pulled me in close to his chest. I went willingly, breathing in the woodsy cologne he used. He’d obviously showered at the hotel while he was gone.
“So, pretty lady, what would you like to do today? I don’t need to get on the road until about three or four this afternoon.”
“Hmmm,” I said, pulling on his t-shirt. “I can think of a few things. It’s really too bad you’ve already showered.”
His eyes lit up. “Is that right? Well, I can think of a few things, myself. Ways to get really, really dirty so I need another shower.”
“What kinds of ways?” I asked, batting my eyelashes and backing out of the kitchen dragging him along with me.
“Well, let’s see,” he said, as he leaned in to kiss my neck. “I can mow your lawn. I can take out the garbage. I can make some mud puddles, and we both could roll around in them for a while.”
“As delightful as all that sounds—especially the mud puddle—I have much better things in mind.” I said grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway toward my room.
“Then lead the way, Kitten.”
“Don’t call me Kitten,” I said as I yanked him into the bedroom and pushed him onto the bed.
”Oh, the lady is in charge this morning,” he observed with amusement.
“That’s right, Lieutenant. Now don’t move a muscle…”
Eventually we came up for air and decided we needed some nourishment. I had suggested we go to a local deli for something simple. As we were walking to the front door, the doorbell rang. I opened it to a trembling and crying Delia. She looked a mess. Her long hair was in tangles and her make-up was running down her face. She had her arms wrapped around her waist and she was huddled in on herself.
“Delia!” I exclaimed, walking out onto the porch and ushering her inside. “What happened? Come in, come in.”
I ushered her to a seat on the sofa and asked James to bring me a bottle of water from the refrigerator. I pulled her into my arms as she covered her face with her hands and started sobbing. I shushed her softly as James returned with the water. When her crying had dwindled down to little sniffles, I handed her the bottle.
“Here, drink,” I said as I twisted the cap off the top and handed it to her. She took a long sip before placing it down on the coffee table in front of her. I looked to James who looked as disconcerted as I felt.
“Now, tell me what’s going on, Delia. What happened?”
She sighed loudly and sat back against the sofa. Bracing her head in her hands, she looked down at the floor. “I fucked up, Mimi. I fucked up big time.”
“What did you do?”
She looked up at James, finally acknowledging his presence. Her eyes flicked back to me, and then she let it all out in a rambling whoosh.
“I showed up at Justin’s house this morning with breakfast. We went out and had a great night last night. I couldn’t wait to see him again, so when I woke up this morning I thought this would be the perfect way to surprise him. I only wanted to show him how much last night meant to me, and…and…”
James interjected with “Justin? Kitten, isn’t that the guy who…” I shut him down with the universal hand gesture to shush and turned back to Delia.
“Then what happened?” I asked.
“He was really, really angry. He told me I couldn’t just show up out of the blue like that, that I needed to call first. I have to admit, my feelings were crushed, and I lashed out. I threw the pastries I had bought at him, called him all kinds of ugly names, and then fled. I didn’t mean to act like such a brat, and he’s probably right I should have called first, but I thought we had gone beyond that last night. I mean, he’s my boyfriend, right?” She looked up at me with huge, red-rimmed and watery eyes begging me to reassure her. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened the night before.
“Delia,” I began gently, “I don’t know. I haven’t really talked to Justin much in the last week so I can’t give you any insight to his feelings. On the few occasions we’ve talked, he hasn’t mentioned anything to me. That doesn’t necessarily mean anything though. Our conversations have been very brief.
“As to what happened this morning, I think you may have overreact
ed. I know Justin, and I doubt he’d be…”
“You didn’t see him!” she exclaimed. “His jaw was set so hard it looked like granite. He didn’t yell or anything, but I swear if steam could have come out of his ears, it would have. And then my Latin temper got the better of me, and I just made a mess of everything. He’ll never want to see me again!” she wailed.
“You’d be surprised,” I said. “Justin is a very forgiving man. I’ve been irrational and ill-tempered with him before, and he has given me the chance to redeem myself every time. Justin is a loyal friend. If you two have grown close, and from what I think you’re telling me you have, he’s not going to turn his back on you just because you got mad.”
She looked at me with unrestrained hope. “Do you really think so?”
“Yes, I do. Give this situation some time to calm down, a day or two, and then try to give him a call if he hasn’t called you first. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised at how willing he’ll be to talk it out.”
She grabbed me and hugged me tightly. “Thank you so much, Mimi. I knew you were the person I needed to talk to. I don’t know any of his other friends yet, but he did say you were his best friend so I just knew you’d know what to do.”
Her eyes strayed to James again. “Is this him?” she asked.
James extended his hand to her and introduced himself. “I’m Jim Calloway. I’m a good friend of Mimi’s.”
A sly smile spread across her blotchy face. “I hear you’re much more than that.”
I cleared my throat not wanting this line of conversation to go any further. Delia was unpredictable. Who knew what would come out of her mouth if I allowed it to continue?
“Delia, James and I were just about to go grab some lunch at Canter’s. Would you like to join us?”
“Oh my God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt your plans. No, no. You two go ahead. I’m feeling much better now. I’ll just go home and try to study or something.”
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