by Tina Holland
Chapter 8
Peter stood outside the municipal airport waiting for what seemed like an eternity. Where was she? He’d already prepared the plane for flight. Now, he stood waiting outside the hanger for his girlfriend. Girlfriend! Where had that idea come from? It was too soon; they’d only known each other a few weeks. Damn if he didn’t love the idea of Sydney filling that role. She was a perfect fit. She challenged him and drove him to near madness, mostly from want. He wanted her all the time. Then, he saw headlights turning into the airport. Must be her. Who else could it be? God, he hoped it was her. As the little sedan pulled in to park, he recognized it immediately. When Sydney got out, Peter decided she was well worth the wait. Sydney was wearing a black pantsuit; it would’ve appeared professional, if she hadn’t left the jacket open revealing the red silk top underneath. He stared at her as if he were a deer caught in headlights.
“What’s wrong? Do I have a spot or something?” she asked.
“Wow.” He spoke with awe.
“Really? I wasn’t sure what to wear. You didn’t say how I should dress.”
“Well, I think you did splendidly.” He meant it. Sydney seemed ready for every occasion, even when she wore nothing at all.
“I’ve never been on a small airplane.”
“Never?”
“Nope. This’ll be my first time.”
“So you can be my virgin; don’t think I’ve ever had one before.”
“Why don’t I believe you?”
“Me?” Peter feigned innocence.
“Yes, you.” She poked his chest in mock challenge.
“I have no idea why. My intentions are always pure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Okay, that’s enough of this. We could play this game all day.”
“Can we?” She was being sarcastic, he was sure.
“We could.” He offered her his arm. “I’d rather go flying.”
“You know, I would too.” She looped her arm in his. They walked to the plane. “What kind is it?”
“It’s a Swift. I figured it would be perfect for your first time up.”
“You knew?”
“Sweetheart, I hate to break it to you, but most people haven’t been in a private plane,” he teased.
“Do this a lot, do you?”
“With other girls?”
“Sometimes.”
“Anyone I know.”
“Not unless you know any Playmates.”
He opened the passenger door and let her get into the plane. Peter realized he was starting to treat her like his girlfriend. Damn, if he didn’t like that idea. Peter hoped Sydney did, too.
* * * *
Sydney stared out the window, enthralled by what she saw. The clear, dark blue sky with stars starting to dot the horizon was breath-taking. The ground wasn’t quite clear. She could make out shadows and water because the moon was so bright. It was like a lantern, illuminating everything it touched.
“It’s beautiful,” she spoke quietly.
“I’ve always thought so. We got lucky tonight. It’s pretty calm. The turbulence can be a real killer when you fly low like this.”
“Isn’t turbulence only at high altitudes?”
“I’m talking more about the wind and shifts in air movement.”
“Peter, you are not settling my virgin fears.” Her voice ended in a squeak.
Peter chuckled. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Sometimes I like to live on the theory that ignorance is bliss.” She mused on private memories, her face sober.
“What you don’t know can’t hurt you.” Peter didn’t seem to notice anything amiss.
“Something like that. It’s a big, scary world out there.” Sydney’s memories filtered back to the day her father left…
“Is that why you were difficult at our first meeting?” His voice cut through her thoughts.
“I wasn’t difficult,” she remarked, satisfied at how casual she sounded.
“Sweetheart, you were a b…”
“Don’t say it, Peter, not if you want me in bed tonight.”
Her threat was so specific that he didn’t dare risk it. “Being obstinate.”
“Obstinate?” She suppressed a giggle.
“Yes.”
“That was your word?”
“Yes.”
“I was a being obstinate.” Sydney wasn’t sure if she should laugh or be pleased he didn’t blurt out what he really wanted to say.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know what word you could possibly think I was going to say.”
Sydney couldn't hold back her laughter anymore. It fell out in giggles and by the time it was done, she was smiling from ear to ear. She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “I love you.” She pulled back quickly removing her hands, instantly aware of what she had said aloud. She didn’t just tell him that. It hadn’t come out. Sydney was sure if she repeated that over and over in her head; he wouldn’t know she said anything. Quick, cover it up. “So how high up are we?”
“About ten-thousand feet, Love.”
He didn’t call her that. Sydney glanced over at him. He did… Peter was grinning at her with that knowing smile. The one that says, "I know you love me, now what can I do with that?" How could she spit that out? They hadn’t been together long enough for love to exist. Sydney wondered how she was going to make it through the night. How she was going to get past this moment, the one that exposed her heart to the hurt Peter could cause. She suddenly wished tomorrow would come, and that this night was over.
* * * *
Peter sat across from Sydney, who presently puzzled him. They finished their meal in virtual silence. She mentioned the food was good, but little else, including her earlier comment. Did she mean what she blurted out? More importantly, did he want her too? He realized he did, even if he wasn’t ready for that emotion himself; he wanted her to love him. It was obvious she hadn’t meant to confess; it was a slip of the tongue or perhaps simply the mood.
Peter found his voice “Syd?”
“Yes.” Her head was down as if she dreaded the question in his voice.
“Did you mean it?” He was struggling to comprehend why this was important to him.
“That I liked the flight? Oh yes! Actually, it was quiet enjoyable. I’m a little surprised because normally I get nauseous…”
Peter listened to her talk about her previous, less-than-stellar flight experiences. Obviously, Sydney didn’t want to talk about it. Peter wondered if he should continue along this line. Ultimately he didn’t want to hear Sydney deny her feelings, if she had them.
“Actually, it’s not uncommon for people to become sick on those larger planes,” Peter interjected, hoping to calm her by going along with her diversion. The look of relief on her face was apparent. The waiter probably noticed.
“Anything else for you two?” The waiter looked at Sydney.
“I’d like the chocolate cheesecake.”
“Sir?”
“I’ll have the apple pie.” As the waiter walked away, he studied Sydney. “Decisive aren’t you?”
“When it comes to chocolate? Yes.”
“What about men?” Peter probed.
“Are we talking about you?”
“Okay.”
“I haven’t decided about you.”
“Why not?” He began to wonder what she wanted.
“I don’t know what your intentions are.”
“My intentions are to see if I can get you upstairs to the suite I have reserved tonight.” Peter stated the obvious, hoping it would go no further.
“Exactly. Don’t you ever think beyond the physical?”
“When it comes to you, Syd, I have to admit I find that rather difficult.” His voice was deliberately husky.
She laughed. “That figures. You’re male. I’m sure it can’t be helped.
Dessert arrived before Peter could defend himself against her claim. It was true that he had desired other women in h
is past, but it was different with Syd. She was always on his mind, and it wasn’t always sexual, although he often ended up on that path. Upon Sydney’s moan of what could only be described as pure pleasure, Peter glanced up. “Okay this proves my point, how am I supposed to be non-sexual when making noises like that forces my hand?" he disputed.
“How can I not make noises like this when this is pure heaven?” Sydney responded with satisfaction on her face. “Want some?” She offered her fork towards him.
“If I get some to go, will you stay in the suite?” He was desperate to hear her moan for him.
“I don’t need any more.”
Peter looked down at his pie, forking a piece, trying to focus on the plate and not his disappointment.
“I’ll stay in the suite, though, to be with you," she spoke softly.
As she reached her hand across the table to touch his, Peter had one thought. I love her.
* * * *
The room was rustic in appearance. Sydney imagined Peter was comfortable here. He seemed at ease. Of course, that might be because of the intimacies they were about to share. It suited him, this room where she would love him. Sydney stopped herself. She shouldn’t love him. She needed to protect her heart, not get it all wrapped up and then torn apart. What would her mother say about this? Probably nothing, although the “I told you so” would linger in the air.
She would love him tonight and then walk away. Peter turned around and faced her, breaking through her defenses with that welcoming smile. Sydney knew in that moment, she wouldn’t be able to walk away from him. Peter was already firmly planted in her heart. She should’ve noticed sooner, everything was different with him, including the sex. It was intense, and Sydney craved more following each encounter.
Peter walked towards her. She was anticipating his touch before his hands followed the length of her arms and grasped them. Pulling her back towards the bed, he pulled her on top of him.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asked. Peter took her jacket off and pulled her down to him.
“Only with you.”
“You smell fresh.”
“Like?”
“Like clean, and I want nothing more than to get you dirty.”
Sydney wanted nothing more either. He lifted the red silk camisole over her head. She didn’t see where it landed. Peter brought his hands down and pebbled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. Sydney sighed in pleasure.
“Syd, I don’t want to move slow tonight.”
“Too bad.”
Peter let out a moan of frustration. She leaned down and kissed him and then slowly undid each button on his shirt. When Sydney ushered him up, she unbuttoned the cuffs as his tongue lathered her nipples. He nibbled on them. Sydney managed to get the shirt off and pushed him back on the bed. She began working the buckle on his pants, when she was about to give up and let him take over, it finally released. Sydney unbuttoned his pants and pulled the zipper down. His cock snuck out of his boxers. She felt herself getting damp. Sydney loved the feeling of Peter inside her and could hardly wait. The anticipation of him entering her moist flesh made her moan. Nothing felt more perfect. She pushed his pants further down his legs, past his knees.
Sydney leaned down and licked just the tip of his cock. She could taste the pre-cum that formed; he wanted her. She glanced up at him to see his smoke colored eyes reflecting the same need. Sydney took the head into her mouth, running her tongue around it in circles. Slowly, she worked her way down the shaft. It wasn’t possible to take in his entire length, but she would make the effort.
“Syd! Stop, I can’t wait.”
Sydney continued her onslaught until she felt his arms grab her and push her away. She lifted her face.
“I’m sorry, but I really need to be inside you.”
Sydney stepped off the bed, removing her pants and thong. Before she could come back to him, Peter reached for his pants, getting the necessary foil packet. He gently escorted her back down and proceeded to kiss her. His fingers trailed past her breasts and stomach down to her pussy. She felt him touch her clit, before moving lower and delving a finger in.
“You are so wet.”
“I know. You did that to me.”
“You are so hot.”
“Again, you.”
Peter continued his sensuous assault with his fingers. He trailed kisses along her belly and moved his head lower. He needed to taste her. Peter smelled her scent; it was uniquely Sydney. He flicked his tongue over her hardened nub and then delved his tongue into her. She tasted like honey.
“Oh, Peter. Oohhmmmm.”
Peter continued to lap his tongue across her opening; he felt Sydney’s legs begin to shake as her climax approach. He rubbed her pleasure bead as he tongue lashed her. Her legs wrapped over his shoulders, and her hands pushed his head deeper.
“Oh, God, Peter!” She convulsed around his tongue, and Peter had never tasted anything as sweet as Sydney’s pleasure.
Peter shifted so he was on top, suited and ready to mount her. He was at her entrance, she was bucking up to try and let him in. But he was having none of it. He placed the head at her pussy and pushed in slightly.
“Peter, please, I want more.”
“Just wait.” His minimal movements back and forth caused Sydney to moan as she got wetter with each passing moment.
“Don’t buck, just enjoy it. I’m going to give it all to you,” Peter cooed.
“Please.”
“Say it again.” He moved further in her depths, teasing her, but still refusing her the full length of his shaft.
“Please,” she begged.
“Not please.”
Sydney was confused; what could he possibly want her to say? What could she say? Then she knew, and realized she didn’t care what the consequences were. “I love you,” she gasped.
Peter drove all the way into her. Sydney’s cry of delight echoed in the room. He was inside her. She moved her hips to meet his thrusts. She was close again. “Peter I…”
“I know, sweetie. Do it.”
As if his word was all she needed, another orgasm ripped through her body, and Sydney clung to Peter, knowing it would never feel like this with another man.
“Say it. I need to hear you say it.” He moved again, bringing his hand between them to coax her orgasm down.
“I love you.” That was the final straw. He threw back his head and cried out to the rafters.
Chapter 9
Peter heard his cell phone ringing. He opened his eyes. Two more rings, then it would stop. Peter had no desire to move; Syd was curled up next to him. He could feel her breasts against his side. Wonderful, those two. She was soft and warm, and she loved him. Sydney loved him! It was bad of him to force the confession out of her during lovemaking. Peter couldn’t seem to help himself. He wanted to hear the words. He wanted her to say it first and he should have confessed his own feelings but couldn’t get the words out. If possible, her words of love made him more wary. By getting Sydney’s admission when they made love, Peter wasn’t sure if it was her, or the mind-blowing sex talking.
His phone was ringing again. He started to sit up. Sydney let out a sigh. Peter instantly hardened. How could he not love her, when she affected him so? Peter pulled free of Sydney’s limbs wrapped around him. He planted his feet on the carpet, wiggling his toes in it. Stretching his arms over his head, he heard another sigh on the bed behind him. Pivoting his foot, he turned to face his temptress.
“Hi,” she said, blushing as she ducked under the covers, hiding her blatant gaze, no doubt.
“Hey.” He couldn’t help it. He leaned down and caught her lips in his. “I tried not to wake you.”
“I couldn’t help myself.”
“Why’s that?”
“It’s not every day you see a full moon in the morning.” She ducked further under the covers.
“Cute. How long have you been waiting to say that?”
“Since your phone started ringi
ng ten minutes ago.” She poked her head out and smiled.
“Anything else?”
“Come back to bed.”
“I’d love to, sweetie, but I better take this call.”
There was such disappointment in her expression, Peter couldn’t help himself, and he leaned down, kissed her and said, “I’ll be right back.”
He went to the living room to get his phone out of his jacket. Buzz called. What could he want at this hour? Peter would call Buzz later.
“Peter? Are you coming back to bed, or should I start getting dressed?” He could hear the teasing in her voice.
“I’m coming, I’m coming. Don’t get up!” He started running. Peter couldn’t afford to let her get dressed, not when he needed her.
“You’re coming already. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or hurt.”
“You minx, you knew what I meant.”
A sound suspiciously like a giggle came out of her pretty mouth.
Peter lay on his back and, grasping her hips, rolled her on top. “Ride me,” he said simply.
“A bit demanding aren’t you?” she responded.
“I can’t afford to mince words, when I want you badly.”
“Oh.” Her mouth was sexy in that little “O”; he leaned up and pulled her to him in a passionate kiss.
He felt her moisten against him as his aroused flesh pressed towards her opening. “You feel so good.”
Sydney reached her hand down to feel him and a groan escaped his mouth. She touched him tenderly on the tip and rubbed her dampness along his length. It was excruciating. Peter fumbled as he got the condom out of its package and onto his aching member. Peter needed her now. As if she knew, Sydney placed her searing, wet sheath over his aching shaft and enveloped him in her passion-moistened depths. Slowly, she rode him. Her rhythm picked up, and she seemed lost in it. Her own need took over the dance as she feathered her fingers across his chest. Grasping his head, she kissed him with fervor; it was no doubt, her mark upon him. Sydney lifted her head up and as she raised herself, Peter leaned forward tugging a nipple into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive peak and felt her losing control. Pulling away, her breast released and she arched her back as she shuddered in waves over him. Peter felt Sydney’s release, and it overwhelmed him.