“I didn’t know restaurants could have leather chairs,” I said.
He came down at my side; kneeling, “We aren’t at a restaurant.”
“Oh…” I put my hands at my sides and frowned. Seat belts? Why would a chair indoors have a seat belt? “What are these straps for?”
He cupped my knee. “Don’t get upset.”
“Why would I get upset? Where are we?”
A ding noise went off somewhere and I froze.
He kissed my knee, “Can you hear me out, Love?”
“Are we on a fucking plane?”
“Do you trust me?”
I struggled with that one, “I don’t trust gravity.”
“This isn’t like the plane your parents were on.”
“It goes in the air-!”
“We aren’t going anywhere near New York. Just Atlanta…”
I stood up, “Georgia?”
He stood with me. “Brianna, it’s just four hours or so and then we go back. Eight-hour trip, no ocean, no New York, just us…”
“What if something happens?”
“It won’t. I only use my trusted crew for this and we aren’t taking off just yet. I thought we could eat now while on the ground so you have time to get used to it. Then we’ll go. It’s eight now…if we start at ten we’ll be in Georgia at two in the morning and home by sixish.”
I felt my breathing change. “You don’t understand, I promised myself I wouldn’t go on a plane. When we had Willow I meant it more than ever. Let me off.” I tried to get past him but he held my arms.
“Please try this. If you truly can’t then we’ll touch down sooner. We’ll turn around but do this with me.”
I pulled to get him off but he held on until I stopped fighting. I shivered at the thought of this, “What about Willow?”
He had an answer for that too, “She’s with Chloe and Moses, could she ever be safer? They have her until tomorrow afternoon; we’ll be back by then. They know where we are, I told them.”
I moved my hands up his arms, “Couldn’t you take me to McDonald’s, like a normal, broke boyfriend?” My voice was wavering. “Please, Gabe, don’t make me do this.”
He held my back, “You’ve been in California your whole life and what happened to your parents is robbing you of a lot of living. I only want you to try.”
“I can’t see anything. You’re wasting a lot of time and money. I can’t see clouds, cities, it’s not worth it.”
“You are worth everything. Let me try again.”
He enticed me to sit and after a while caterers came out with amazing foods. Lobster, wild rice, steamed vegetables. I’ve never eaten on a plane. This is so strange but it feels okay. Gabe’s voice keeps me grounded. We talked about mostly Willow, she’s the center of our universe but then we talked about work and the office. His deal in Israel.
“You didn’t hire Doron?” I asked as dessert was cleared away.
“No, I don’t absolutely need him and I wanted to get home.”
“Meet any interesting people?”
“Yes. A woman…she was very beautiful.”
“Will you see her again?”
“Maybe.”
I drank some water feeling suddenly foolish.
“She offered me a drink,” he said. “I really started to want it.”
I relaxed my hands on the table, “Why are you telling me all this?”
“Because you trust me and I haven’t always told the truth. You called me when I was about to agree to it and in a ten-minute call, I remembered all of why I didn’t need it. The drink.”
We talked a bit more but my mind was still on what he told me. He’d been with a beautiful woman at a bar and he turned both down. I know he isn’t lying; he was perfectly clear-headed when we called that night.
“It’s ten thirty,” he said, “May I tell the Captain to take off?”
I debated that. I went to chewing my lip. “What if I have an attack?”
“We’ve gotten through those together many times, haven’t we? In the two years, we’ve raised Willow, I’ve always come to you when that happens. I’m right here.”
After a moment I nodded. He left to tell them to start and I tried some breathing exercises. When he came back he sat in a seat next to mine that I didn’t know was there. He reached over and buckled my seatbelt. I started to breathe heavy.
“Brianna,” he said steadily. “I’m right here.”
“I can feel humming…”
“That’s the engines. This is a really big and really safe jet.”
When I felt us moving I dug my nails into the arm of the chair. He took my hand as we picked up speed. I can’t see! I don’t feel in control of anything happening and I’m about to go sky high. I have a daughter, what was I thinking?
“Stop.” I started to feel for my belt. “Stop it, I can’t.”
“Brianna-.”
“No! This is stupid! Gabe, we have a baby! I don’t want her going through what I did. No parents and-.” He keeps fighting me when I try to unbuckle. “Let me go! Get the fuck off. Stop!”
“Brianna, we’re safe. Trust me.”
“Why? The guy who disappears whenever I think things are okay? The guy who drank behind my back, smoked behind my back, fucks girls all over the globe? What makes me different from the other easy lays? Having your kid right? When I needed you the most you left. The last month of pregnancy on my due date you decided this was too much. Did you think I forgot that? No! I don’t trust you and I want off now!”
By the time my rant was done in between tears, the plane was in the air. I can feel it. It leveled out and now I felt like passing out. I also just belittled all my friend’s efforts these past couple years. I threw some old issues up at him in a desperate need to escape the plane.
I took in easy breaths. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. His silence was hurting me. Fear really pushes out the old crap. “Gabe?”
He leaned over and unbuckled me, “You can move about now…”
I wrung my hands. What did I do? What if those things I said just tossed him back? I stood up carefully. Using the table as a guide. I need sea legs- or air legs…or…whatever. I moved to stand beside his chair. “Gabe?”
He steadied me by touching my hip when I wavered on my heeled feet. “I’m here…” He said.
I sat down in his lap very slow to feel where I was. He brought his knees up and caged me in with his arms. I felt up his shirt, to where his tie was. I used it as a gauge to kiss his cheek. The scent of his aftershave calmed me, “I’m sorry,” I said again. “I’m sorry…” I kissed his cheek once more. “Gabe?” I held the back of his neck and drew my fingernails through the hair at the back of his head. “I didn’t mean it. I do trust you. I always have that’s usually the problem.”
He turned so his face was in mine and my sex throbbed painfully with every breath he took. “I know I haven’t done right by you. Not always. Do you trust me right now?”
I moved my fingers to toy with each of his shirt buttons, “Right now isn’t the part I don’t trust you with. It’s sun up that undoes everything.”
“I can’t run from you all the way up here.” He wrapped a strand of my hair around his finger.
He kissed my ear and I closed my eyes. His other hand traveled up my leg to under my dress but he didn’t touch me where the ache was.
“Is that why you brought me up here? To prove something?”
He kissed my neck. “I brought you up here because I can’t keep pretending I only stay for Willow, when I stay for her mother too…”
My heart is twisting and my chest is heavy. He took my lips right away and all the familiar wonder flooded me. He’s all I know of sex and passion and every memory of pleasure brings me back to the only pair of arms I know. He held my hair in a fist and pushed his face into it.
“What is it with you and my hair?” I asked nipping his neck.
“It’s the color of my soul when I lay you down.”
I wr
apped my arms around his neck and opened myself to more kisses. I’ve missed this. Touch is so vital, but you don’t know until it’s been missing.
“Will you do something for me?” He asked. I moaned when his lips pressed into my shoulder. “Tell me what it’s like…without sight.”
“What it’s like to be blind?”
“What it’s like not being able to see, while making love…”
My panties are wet already but he demands soaked. I tugged on his tie. “Maybe I should show you instead?”
He kissed me before standing. He set me on my feet and led me by the hand further into the plane. I heard a door slide closed then he was pushing me down. My back was caught by a thin mattress. “There’s a bed on your plane?”
“For long trips.” He leaned down to kiss me then stood again. “Lay back. I want to experience this the way you do, but first I need to look at you.” His fingers skipped over the skin of my chest then hooked my dress strap. He pulled it down and I let him continue to touch. It’s like I’ve needed it and didn’t know.
His other hand tickled over my knees. I brought them up and rubbed them together but he parted them and slowly pulled the skirt of my dress up. Everything he does turns me on.
“Do you like it? Not knowing what I’ll do to you next?”
I turned my face into his hand when he moved it to touch my cheek. “Yes…you make the darkness light up.”
He sat on the bed and I pushed myself up. He guided my arms around his neck so my breasts pushed into his back and I kissed his ear as I undid his tie to set it over his eyes.
“The blind leading the blind,” I giggled into his ear.
He held the back of my head, “I guess we’ll have to trust each other.”
I like that. I kissed him while I pushed his suit down off his shoulders then reached around to unbutton his shirt. His cologne is beyond intoxicating, mixed with his own heavenly scent that I’m so used to now. It fills certain rooms in my home and after hugs, even our Willow carries it to me. When he comes home or when he’s leaving I smell him and want him but for two years I haven’t given into what that smell makes me want. The way his chest feels takes me back to when he first had me. On my couch in my apartment.
Shirtless from the waist up I was able to taste his shoulder but God, I wish I could see him. I know he’s beautiful. He stood up then turned to me and I sat up on my knees so he could hold me to him.
He pulled my dress down my shoulders until I felt the cool air caress my nipples. Then in an agile lunge, he had me on my back again and my dress was off.
He held himself over me as he whispered, “I’ve accidently walked in on you getting dressed countless times. I’ve seen you strip, get in the shower, making me hard…making me cum when I’m alone…” his confession scared me at first. I don’t know what I look like since Willow. I can only go by feel. I stay in shape but my smalls are mediums now.
“Good thing you’re blindfolded,” I smiled when he darted his tongue around my ear.
His whiskers scratched at my cheek as he moved his way down. “You really don’t know then?” He pressed his index finger over my lips, “I come from a world of plastic women. Fake lips,” he slipped his finger between my lips and I sucked it. He groaned then took his hand away and touched my nose, “Fake noses,” he went on. His hand cupped my breast and gently squeezed, “Fake breasts… but not you,” he kissed his way between them. “You’re real, and you’re perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
GABRIEL
Things took a strange turn from there on. The best kind. She gave in and allowed me to take charge of the moment.
“See me with your hands,” I demanded. “Show me.”
She put her hands on my shoulders then felt upward to my neck before stroking my chin and jaws. Her fingers fanned over my cheeks, then traced my cheek bones. She smoothed over where the blindfold was and made a line down my nose. Her middle finger pressed against my lips and I opened my mouth to lick at her.
“You try,” she challenged.
I braced myself on my elbows above her and tilted her head up before doing the same. Her bones are smaller, her skin softer, her lips plusher.
She sat up under me to push me onto my back. Not seeing her makes every little contact feel edgier. She straddled my body and the thin material of her panties were damp enough to feel against my stomach. I can smell the sweetness of her scent, it’s intoxicating.
I sat up and held the back of her neck, “I want you to write your name on my chest…” she quivered, “With your tongue…”
I laid back slowly but pulled her down with me, pressing her face into my shoulder. Brianna’s still innocent to some things in the ways of lovemaking yet I’ve never been with a more seductive lover.
She used her hands to guide her and began at my nipple. Warm and wet, her tongue scripted her name slow and devilishly across. My cock swelled and thickened between us but when she stopped at my other nipple she surprised me by sucking it into her mouth.
Thanks to the blindfold I couldn’t see she had the intent and the spontaneous pleasure that rippled through me from chest to groin was more intense. Is this what it’s like for her? When I have her at my mercy it must be as darkly euphoric.
She slithered up against me and bit my chin, “Now you have my autograph,” she licked my lower lip like a kitten, “But you’re the famous one.”
I cupped her ass in my hands then pushed them down the back of her panties. Her voice is about to make me cum. “You’re right…” I rolled us again so she was on her back. “Where should I leave mine?” I bit at her shoulder. “Not here,” I pressed my chin down her breast, over the peak then licked the fullness of the underside, “Not here,” I whispered my lips down her flat stomach and traced her belly button with my nose. “Here?”
She pushed her hips up and I rubbed her knee before kissing it, “This is a good spot,” I said. She extended her leg and I held her calf out before pressing my lips there. “This too…” I heard a laugh when I moved down the bed then lifted her leg higher to go under it. I pulled her underwear aside then licked a lingering line up her slit. “Right here,” I purred.
I heard a soft moan that did me in. I held her hip tight as I buried my face in her folds. A deep kiss followed and her gasping guided me. This is thrilling. I have no sight to go by. I can’t watch her and know from her face if I’m on track. I have to use her delicious sounds, feel…
I used her own panties against her; pressing the fabric into her nub, licking over the lace then under, over and under again. I pressed a finger inside and groaned. No other pussy has held me so prisoner. She gave me a child and yet she feels like she did before. Snug, slick, hot.
When I got her close she started to tighten around my finger and my heart sped up. There’s something beautiful about being the only man to trek here. I sucked her over the fabric of her knickers.
Her cries were like music when she came. I can imagine they heard her in the cockpit. I drank from her like her body was offering ambrosia even as her legs trembled from the after effects.
She begged me to stop in a whisper, that she couldn’t take it but I spread her legs further and didn’t stop until I wanted.
I took off my pants and sat up on my knees between her legs; tossing off her heels. Grasping my cock firmly I stroked myself to her noises. I didn’t give her time to come down before pulling the panties aside again and plunging into her. The connection was like a vacuum to my soul. My back raked with chills and I lifted her hips to thrust deeper.
I pressed the heel of my palm into her clit and rubbed until a second wave hit. I sat back further on my knees and pulled her up. The way she seated herself on my dick, made my core burn. She wrapped her arms around my neck to stay upward, grinding her pussy until I wanted to erupt.
I felt for her face and kissed her between breaths. We can’t breathe from all the rocking, all the pleasure.
I opened her mouth with my thumb and she sucked me t
he way she used to suck my cock. The same tease of her tongue as she held it between her teeth. I want to see it. I want to see her sweet cheeks hollowing from the suction. I want to see her lashes cast downward, and her nose and chest pink with proof of erotic exertion.
That hair…the color of my desire. I yanked off the blindfold and she felt my face near my eyes, “Your blindfold is off?” She panted.
I felt the build come to a head from looking. All the control ebbed to weakness. Her breasts bouncing against my chest, her lips parted for my thumb, her hair frizzing with our heat.
“I’m done with it,” I managed. I turned her around in my arms and cupped her breasts before pushing down her panties and pressing her into the bed. Her ass curved into my dick and with no restraint, at all, I went into her again. Sinking myself deep into her warm walls I let the friction spell me. She’s so raw and honest that even her noises hold no trace of exaggeration, just pure bliss.
I love this position. I dominate her with every jerk of my hips, and I have the view of her back, the smooth cheeks of her ass…
I can reach under and cradle the breasts my hands regularly want to expose and fondle, but I can’t see her face. After all this time apart I need that tonight.
“Brianna,” I pulled out and she grunted into the sheets. “Ride me.” I replaced my dick with my fingers, driving them into her swollen entrance from behind. She collapsed further forward and I leaned down to nip at her bum, “After I get you off, get on top of me.”
She grabbed at the sheets and backed herself into my touch, “ I like it this way-.” she had to stop talking to inhale sharply when I penetrated deeper.
“I need it. Once you’re on me and I have that view…” I nipped her other cheek and she yelped. “I won’t last long…”
She arched her spine like a cat, “Harder.”
I obliged her with a smile then spread her cheeks and used my mouth to finish her. She came in my mouth again and on my fingers.
She rode out the height of the orgasm before obeying my wishes.
I laid back and guided her over me. I pressed her down on my cock then coated her lips in her own sweetness. Her tongue darted out to taste. I pulled her hair so she would come to me and kissed it off.
The Co-Parent (The Relationship Quo Series Book 3) Page 31