Nervous Flier

by Glint, Chloe

  Dawson dipped low, then sucked her right nipple into his mouth. As his warm tongue overwhelmed her excited, swollen flesh, he reached down and fiddled with the fly on her black slacks. With his face buried in her breasts, it took him a moment to undo her pants, but he managed. Within minutes, he had the front of her pants undone and began to push the slacks down to her thighs. Still, though, Dawson did not release her breast from his lips. Instead, as he toyed with her nipple with his tongue, he ran his hand over the top of her already sodden cunt, causing tingles of pleasure to dive straight into her clit. Unable to control herself and having no reason to do so, Noel arched her back and began to cry out in pleasure. Even with his fingers, Dawson was good.

  At her pleasure, Dawson chuckled against her breast and finally released her nipple. After kissing the flesh of her breasts, he got on his knees then moved so he was by her legs instead. Seizing both her panties and slacks, he began to yank them down her legs. After he got them over her feet, he tossed them to the floor by the side of the bed, then lay at her side, gazing at her with an euphoric and amazed expression on his face. With how Dawson stared at her, he could have been examining Athena herself.

  "Oh, God, Noel." Dawson leaned over and nuzzled her neck. "You are so gorgeous."

  Then Dawson kissed her lips and plunged his tongue inside of her as if trying to erase any doubt. As Dawson explored her mouth, he fingered her cunt's lips with his right hand. At first he just rubbed her clitoris with his thumb teasingly, causing her to whimper and squirm. She began to hump his hand a little, longing to build the friction. Taking notice of her urgency, Dawson pressed his full palm against her wet cunt, then began to rub her, hard, with his hand.

  With every touch and hard pressure, Noel gasped. She widened her legs and bent her knees all the way, longing to be driven off the edge to orgasm. Dawson pulled his tongue from her mouth and began to suck on her neck as he toyed with her cunt's lips again for a moment. After he had had enough of teasing her, he found her hole with his index finger, then traced the rim of it while she squeezed her eyes shut and groaned. Finally, after minutes of excruciating pleasure torture, Dawson shoved his finger inside of her deep, then began to thrust with his digit.

  This first circumstance of having Dawson inside of her caused her eyes to shoot open. Dawson, as he shoved his finger inside of her again and again, stared deep into her eyes with breathtaking intensity. She didn't want to shut her eyes ever again. She wanted to stare into Dawson's face forever and crawl up inside of him and die there. The thought drove her so close to coming that she burrowed her nails harder into Dawson's back and let out a cry of unending want and ecstasy. It took everything she had not to shriek to the heavens, "Mother of God, set me free!" Unfortunately, Dawson pulled his fingers from her seconds before she careened off the edge.

  Dawson must have felt just as eager and as overwhelmed as she did, because, while panting in excitement, he unzipped his fly and pulled both his pants and boxer shorts down his legs. For the first time, Noel got a full view of Dawson and all of his exquisite glory. Dawson's long, hard shaft met plump balls covered in fine golden curls just like what graced his chest. Even though Noel was nowhere near a virgin, she thought, Will that fit inside of me? Like the rest of him, Dawson's cock was so long she had a hard time imagining that so much man could fit inside of her cunt.

  If it was a challenge, though, then Dawson was up to it. He crawled back on her, then kissed her deeply again. As his tongue plunged inside of her mouth, she felt his hard, hot cock nudge her inner thigh and shivered. Yes, it would fit. It had to fit. Her cunt had never been so lubricated or so ready to receive anybody's body. With a grin, Dawson drew back from his kiss and gazed deep into her eyes.

  "You ready for me?" Dawson asked.

  Noel nodded. She had never been more ready for anyone.

  With a groan, Dawson reached over to the bedside drawer and opened it. He pulled out a massive, unopened boxed of condoms, then tore off the cardboard top and reached inside. He selected one and opened the package.

  "Fifty count?" Noel raised an eyebrow and grinned. "Should I be worried about you after all?"

  "I think you should worry about yourself." Dawson leaned forward and nuzzled her lips. "I bought them for us right before the weekend."

  Noel could tell by his intense expression he was serious. Maybe it was ridiculous, but a fifty box of condoms was a long-term commitment. Yes, it was a commitment to sex, but with a man like Dawson, she didn‘t have a problem with that.

  Not breaking his stare, Dawson continued to watch her as he pulled on the condom. He situated himself right before her cunt again, and she spread her legs further and lifted her hips off of the bed, eager to receive him. Dawson bent over her. Noel felt his cock's head brush her cunt and then felt a slight pinch as Dawson eased himself inside of her. As her hole stretched, Noel groaned and grabbed Dawson's hard, naked ass. Soon she felt stretched out on the inside too. She and Dawson were one.

  For just a millisecond, Noel and Dawson shared an intimate stare. That was when Dawson began to move inside of her, and her mind went blank. Soon all she cared about was the hot friction between her legs as Dawson thrust inside of her, his balls slapping the lips of her cunt. Every time he moved, she felt spasms of pleasure fill her whole body. It was like she was having an out of body experience and any second now Dawson was going to hump her so hard she would be thrown from physical self permanently. In order to drive him in deeper, Noel grasped Dawson's ass cheeks, forcing him into her harder.

  As Noel began to cry out with every thrust, Dawson's grunts soon joined hers. Dawson returned to staring deep into her eyes. Soon it wasn't just their private parts that were mating, but their eyes and their voices as well. Noel couldn't take the rising pleasure. It built and built, and she let out one last desperate yell before pleasure warmed her belly and threw her forward, into the abyss of pleasure. She collapsed onto the bed as Dawson continued to pound into her, not yet finished.

  Finally, a minute after Noel's orgasm had come to an end, she felt Dawson stiffen inside of her as he shuddered and came. He touched her face, then pressed his sweaty forehead against her own. After he had finished his orgasm he hovered over her, panting, as he recovered. Soon he gathered her in his sweaty arms long before he opened his eyes.

  "That was amazing," Noel finally spoke when she was able.

  "It was," Dawson agreed, then opened his eyes for the first time since his orgasm.

  Then Dawson squeezed her in his arms, and she beamed at him, so overwhelmed by happiness she felt she could die.

  "So where do you see this going?" Dawson asked.

  "This?" Noel smirked. "I think we're going to need a box of more than fifty condoms, if that's what you mean."

  "It's a start." Dawson laughed, then kissed her head.

  EpilogueTwo years later, Noel sat in the aisle seat of an airplane with Dawson at her side. Dawson had his claws buried into her hand as he gazed out the window, face pale. The airport in Sydney was below them. The plane dropped low, then hit some rough air and jostled.

  "Nervous, huh?" Noel laughed.

  "It's not every day you meet your fiancé's parents," Dawson groaned. "I want them to like me."

  Noel leaned over and pecked his lips. "They'll love you, and even if they don't, I always will."

  "Promise?" Dawson cocked his head.

  "Promise."

  Then Dawson squeezed Noel's hand. Below them, the plane bounced because of turbulence, but she knew that as long as she and Dawson were together, they would be okay.

  THE END

  About the AuthorChloe Glint is the writer of erotic romances. Her titles include A Gypsy's Bridge, A Pirate's Prisoner, and Love in Ribbons. Her short story has appeared in the Darkest Desires anthology. When she isn't writing, she enjoys playing with her animals, running, and taking dance classes.

  To see more of Chloe’s work, visit http://www.chloeglint.weebly.com/.

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