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A quiet buzz made my eyelids flutter, and I blinked awake, momentarily confused by my surroundings. I was moving, and yet I was lying still in a comfortable bed with the softest sheets and blanket enveloping me. And I wasn’t alone.
William.
My eyes closed again, and I felt him reach to answer the phone. The room was silent except for the distant droning of the plane’s engines until William said, “Very good,” and hung up. Even half-asleep I marveled that he sounded awake and collected. The mattress beneath me moved as I felt him turn to face me. I managed to open my eyes and give him a sleepy smile, but I was so relaxed and warm that I struggled to keep them open. They fluttered closed, and I imagined I was drifting on a cloud, thirty thousand feet in the air.
William’s finger stroked my cheek. “Wake up, beautiful girl,” he murmured.
With difficulty, I opened my eyes. He was smiling at me, his own eyes soft and grey.
“We’ll be landing soon.”
“Hi,” I whispered, wanting to keep the intimacy of the moment. “I hope you don’t mind that I joined you. I was cold and kind of lonely out there by myself.” I snuggled closer to him. “And it looked so warm and inviting in here, even if you were dead to the world.”
“Mind?” He laughed gently, his hand cupping my cheek. “Of course I don’t mind. I can’t think of a better way to wake up. I love you in any bed I’m in, Catherine.”
My heart sped up at this and a thrill of longing raced through me. I loved that he used the word love with me, even though neither of us had confessed feeling that yet. I knew I loved him, and I knew I was going to tell him on this trip. Even if William wasn’t saying he loved me, it still felt special when he used the word to describe us. Maybe if I started to use it more, it would make revealing my feelings easier. “Good, because I love being here with you too.”
His mouth nudged mine open, his lips playful and searching. His hand trailed down my arm and came to rest on my lower back, pulling me closer. His mouth closed over mine, our tongues entwining as his hands explored my body. If I had been warm before, I was burning up now.
He trailed kisses along my jaw, moving to nuzzle my neck and glide his mouth over my collarbone, toward my breasts. “There’s just one problem.”
“What’s that?” I asked, my voice breathless, my nipples already beginning to harden in anticipation of his skilled lips and tongue.
He reached for my bra clasp. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”
The front closure of my ivory bra snapped open, and slowly, William pushed the lacy material away. His fingertips brushed against my flesh as the material parted, and I felt my skin flush and tingle with awareness. My breathing was already shallow and my heart rammed in my chest. Being with William was always exciting, but sex at thirty thousand feet was the height of sensual decadence. I’d been thinking about us together like this all day, and my body was more than ready for him.
I moaned as his lips skated over my bare skin. His breath was hot and his tongue moist as it darted out to tease one of my nipples. My breasts were heavy, aching for his touch. He sensed I didn’t want gentle right now and his mouth closed on one of my hardened peaks and sucked, making me gasp. My hips lifted in response, and I ached to get closer to him. It seemed like I could never get close enough.
His hands fondled and stroked as his mouth worked on me, teasing and tonguing until I was writhing. Then he stopped. “You have magnificent tits.”
What? It took me a moment to focus on his words, and even then I could only moan. Why was he stopping?
“I love your breasts.” He kissed them, stroking them lovingly.
There was that word again: love. “I’m glad you love them.”
“I’m being serious.” He propped his head on his elbow and studied me carefully. So I guessed we were going to have a conversation about my breasts now. I was amused and also very turned on.
He cupped my right breast and tested its weight. “You fit my hand perfectly.” His fingers stroked my sensitive skin. “And your areolas...very nice. They’re naturally rosy.”
“My areolas?” I laughed again. “That sounds so clinical.” I cleared my throat. “I’m impressed with your knowledge of female anatomy, Mr. Lambourne,” I said in my most professional voice.
He ignored my teasing, though I swore I saw his lips curve slightly. “Yes, your areolas, Catherine. As I was saying, before you interrupted, they’re naturally rosy, and they turn a dusky pink when you’re turned on.” His gaze met mine. “Like now.” His gaze flicked back to my breasts, and he circled the pad of his thumb over my erect nipple. I had difficulty concentrating on his words. I was wet for him, my lace-trimmed ivory panties damp against my sex.
“You know how I can tell when you’re about to come?” he asked. “Your nipples get rock hard just before.” He tongued my left nipple, sucking and licking it while his hand massaged my right breast. I felt hot desire coiling in my core and the heavy liquid heat pooled until the pressure made me feel as though I’d explode. His lips pulled harder, demanding more, and I winced. My breasts were more tender than normal, and his skilled mouth and tongue were delivering an irresistible combination of pleasure and pain that already had me shuddering with pleasure.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I should have known he would notice my reaction. He was so attuned to my every need and desire.
“More than okay,” I said, my voice breathy. “I’m going to get my period soon, so I’m a little extra sensitive.” I don’t know why telling him this made me blush, but it did. “But it’s good. So good. Don’t stop.”
He paused and glanced up at me. “That will be new for us. I’ll have to remember to exploit this sensitivity in the future. I bet if I do this,” he nipped at my already tortured point, “you’ll feel it all the way down here.” His leg parted mine and his thigh brushed my sex, where my clit was pulsing. He nipped me again, and my hips arched off the bed and I moaned. I clamped my legs about his, and I rocked against him, trying to ease the building ache.
“I can make you come,” William murmured, his voice deep and husky. “Just with my mouth, just on your breasts. I don’t even have to touch your clit.”
My hips were moving rhythmically now as he worked me with his hands. He nuzzled against my neck and whispered, “Do you want me to keep touching you like this, Catherine?” His voice sounded dark, breathy, and erotic.
I already felt my orgasm building. I gave a short laugh. “It’s like high school. No going past second base, right?”
He made a low growl in the back of his throat and moved so I could feel his hard cock against my leg. He was just as worked up as I was. “I don’t know what kind of high school you went to...”
I smiled at the censure in his tone.
“And I don’t want to think about some horny, fumbling teenage boy touching you like this in the back of his mother’s station wagon.” His mouth closed on my aching breast again, and I gasped.
“A station wagon?” I teased when I could breathe again. “Give me some credit.”
“I don’t care what kind of car he had. He couldn’t make you feel like this.” He sucked long and hard, and I felt a pull in my core. “Could he do this to you?”
“No,” I moaned long and loud as I pushed my breast into his hands.
“You’re close now, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” I was so close, edged closer as his fingers plucked and stroked and his mouth on my right nipple tongued and sucked. Everything inside me coiled into a tight ball in my core. I writhed against William, seemingly out of control. I felt the hard, steady pressure of his leg against my soaked panties. I panted, inching closer and closer...
He gave my sensitive, swollen right bud one last quick bite, followed by a long hard suck, and I crested over the edge, my body exploding into a shuddering orgasm so intense I couldn’t hold back my cries. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through me, and I rode each one higher and higher until finally I spiraled sl
owly down and managed to open my eyes.
William lifted his head and gazed down at me. Every inch of me tingled and sparked, and in the soft warmth of the plane’s bed I could feel my skin gleaming with a light sheen of perspiration and a pale rosy warmth. My nipples were, amazingly enough, still rock hard and flushed dark pink. He was right.
“You glow after you come,” William said, looking into my eyes. “Like a deep, perfect blush. So beautiful. I could watch you come all day.”
I turned lazily to face him, and we lay on our sides, smiling at one another. I moved to press against him, feeling the hardness of his cock against my belly. I was only getting started. “Thank you for that,” I murmured, finally finding my voice. “I didn’t know...I mean, I’ve never…”
His brow lifted. “You’ve never come like that before?”
I smiled. “Not exactly.” I loved to have them played with, but a nipple orgasm was a first for me. Only with William. I giggled. “It felt amazing. You’re amazing. I loved it.” I loved him. This was what I had been wanting on this trip—the same closeness and intimacy we’d shared last night at the hotel.
I kissed him lightly, then more deeply as I drew my hand between our bodies and against the flat plane of his abdomen, then down to his thick erection. It was barely contained in his black boxer briefs, and I teased my fingers under the waistband and closed my hand around him. He pulsed against my palm as I ran my hand up to the smooth tip and down to the wide, veined root.
“Now, let me do something for you,” I said, still stroking him. “And I’m going to stick with the high school theme.”
His expression was amused and also a little wary. “I have no idea what you’re thinking. Should I be nervous?”
William nervous? This was new. He’d used anticipation to heighten my arousal several times. Now I wanted to see if I could have the same effect on him.
“Now it’s your turn to trust me, William. It’ll be fun.” I sat up.
“Fun?”
“You’ll like it. Just lay back, and close your eyes. Don’t look.”
He studied me for a moment longer, and I feared he’d refuse. He didn’t like surprises or any situation that veered off plan. His eyes were sharp and blue now, narrowed and serious. “Okay.” He rolled onto his back. “I surrender. Do what you will with me.”
A giddy feeling swept through me, but I tamped it down. “Oh, I plan to. To begin, I don’t think we need these.” I slid his boxer briefs down, pausing so he could lift his slim hips and then tugging them slowly down his sculpted legs. When they reached his ankles, he kicked them off and onto the floor. “Keep your eyes closed,” I said, glancing at his face and then back to his impressive erection. There was nothing about William’s body that didn’t impress me. From his broad chest to his trim waist, he had the kind of body I’d expect to see in a calendar of hot firemen—only I had the X-rated version before me, with his beautiful cock jutting up, eagerly waiting for me.
“Very nice, Mr. Lambourne,” I purred. “I promise I won’t leave you in this painful state for long.”
He threw an arm over his eyes. “I’m not promising to keep my eyes closed for much longer, and the anticipation is killing me.”
I was counting on the anticipation playing a part in this little seduction. Resisting the urge to stroke him once more, I slid off the bed. “Give me just a minute.” I padded to the well-appointed bathroom, still marveling at its size. It was practically as big as my bathroom at home and nicer than it too.
“Catherine?”
“Coming!
I opened cabinets and drawers until I found what I needed. In the mirror, I caught a reflection of myself. My brown hair was mussed about my shoulders, and my eyes looked huge and soft green against the pink glow of my cheeks. When I returned, William still had his arm thrown over his face, and I smiled as I sat beside him. “This will be a little cold at first.”
“What?” His body tensed, and I couldn’t stop a smile.
“Relax.” I poured a large blob of expensive-looking lavender hand lotion into my hand. I allowed it to warm for a few seconds and then wrapped my wet palm around William’s engorged shaft. He jerked and then stilled, his body at attention. I stroked him, working the thick, rich lotion in, tightening my grip as I slid my coiled fingers over the impressive length of him.
“Catherine.” His hips moved, pushing his cock into my hand. “Are you jerking me off?” He was smiling, but the tightness in his voice indicated he was very worked up. I continued my rhythmic movements
“Uh huh.”
William’s fingers clenched and unclenched the sheets as I stroked him. Without ceasing, I maneuvered myself between his legs and cupped his heavy balls with my other hand. I bent and trailed kisses along his inner thigh, letting the coarse hair on his leg tickle my cheek and my bare breast. He hissed in a breath, and I saw his fingers curl and uncurl again. I had him all but squirming. Which was majorly turning me on.
His cock swelled in my fist, filling it almost completely. The veins were thick and pulsing now as my hand worked the engorged flesh. Slower then faster. William surrendered to my efforts, his hips rocking and his hands clenching and unclenching. He moaned, sounds of ecstasy even he, the god of control, couldn’t suppress. I felt his body tensing, his pleasure mounting. I was enjoying this—having the chance to watch him for once. His jaw clenched and his hand fell away from his eyes, which were tightly shut.
“I’m close.” His voice was taut and controlled, and in that moment he opened his eyes and focused solely on me.
“Just let go.” I closed my hand tightly and sped up my movements.
“Oh God, Catherine.” His voice was husky with need and, with our eyes locked, I watched his face, wanting to see him go over the edge as I milked him. His entire body rose up, and I knew he was there. Suddenly his hand joined mine, and we pumped his shaft together until his back bowed and he released. His expression was beautiful in that moment—ecstasy and agony combined.
Finally, when his body began to relax, he sighed. It was a long, contented sigh. “That was fucking amazing. I can’t remember the last time someone gave me a hand job. Thank you.” He leaned up and pulled me into a deep kiss, his tongue softly tangling with mine.
I pulled away first and laughed. “You’re welcome. You’ve never come like that before?” I asked, blinking with mock innocence.
He gave me a smirk. “Sometimes you’re very naughty, aren’t you?” He pulled me into his arms and kissed me deeply again—a playful kiss, but laced with emotion too. I leaned into him contentedly. I could stay here forever, in our own private world, far, far away from all the stresses and realities of real life. He pulled back slightly and murmured, “I loved your hand.” A frisson of desire zinged through me in response to just the tone of his voice. It amazed me that I never seemed to get enough of William. The more he satiated me, the more I craved him. His hand cupped my sex. “But I love this more.” He stroked my cleft, and I felt my damp panties press against the tender flesh. There was that word again—love. I moaned quietly, pushing harder against his hand.
“I wish we had more time, but...” He drew away and studied his right wrist and the cheap drugstore watch I’d given him this morning when he returned the Patek Philippe to me. “We are either about to land”—he glanced at his Rolex on his left hand—”or we have just enough time to get cleaned up before we land.”
I slapped his chest playfully. My Walgreen’s watch was black, plastic, and chronically fast, and William liked to tease me about what Beckett called “Cat Time,” my habit of running ten minutes late for just about everything. But he was wearing my watch and, even if the time was wrong, it meant a lot to me that he still had it on. I would have been happy to snuggle back under the covers with him, but he sat up and pulled me with him. “Hop to it, girlfriend.” He grinned at me. We were both still getting used to our new relationship status, and terms like boyfriend and girlfriend were novelties to us both. William rose. “We’re almost
in California.”
Three
About thirty minutes later, William and I were strapped in as the jet landed at Napa County Airport. The Xanax must have worked because William didn’t crush my hand when he held it this time, and he was able to chat a little, mentioning that the airport was about thirty miles from his estate in St. Helena.
Estate. I wasn’t sure what differentiated a regular house from an estate, but I knew ordinary didn’t apply to anything related to William. I’d find out soon enough.
I held William’s hand eagerly as we exited the jet and blinked into the setting sun of early evening in California. It was only a little after five o’clock here, and the sun was low on the horizon, about to dip below the brown landscape of mountains.
I had the overwhelming sense that I was home as soon as I saw the mountains and felt the cool breeze in my hair. It was chilly, but it didn’t cut through me like the biting wind in Chicago. And there was a smell too, of green grass and trees and sunshine. I’d forgotten that smell, but I recognized it now and it permeated everything underneath the more powerful odors of jet fuel and exhaust.
William led me down the steps pushed against the side of the plane, and I noted the larger jet had already arrived. George Graham, William’s assistant, and several other members of William’s team were lined up in two clusters on the tarmac a little distance away, waiting for us. I felt a bit like a visiting dignitary and smiled at the idea of approaching George and curtseying. Since he didn’t seem to possess a sense of humor, he probably wouldn’t get the joke. George was short and stocky with clipped silver hair and a military bearing and I didn’t think I’d ever seen him smile.
When we touched the asphalt, George came forward immediately, and I noted his Men in Black suit was perfectly pressed despite the long flight. “Good evening, Mr. Lambourne.” George nodded to me. “Miss Kelly.” Unlike Anthony, who was friendly, I was perfectly happy to have George continue calling me Miss Kelly.
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