His vacant face looked as if she had just spoken in another language. “Are you saying...uh...that after what we just spoke about you’re no longer interested?”
“Aren’t you?” Her professionally waxed eyebrows shot up in question.
“Are you kidding me?” he said through gritted teeth. “If anything, I desire you more because you’re easy to talk to.”
“Then what has you so nervous?”
“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone. There’s a lot I’m going through that has distracted me from being intimate—”
“Are you afraid you can’t get an erection?”
“No,” he blurted. His smoothed cheeks flourished like an untried boy’s. “No...I have proof right now that isn’t going to be a problem. It’s just...”
She saw his Adam’s apple bob up and down when he gulped and wondered again what he was having a hard time saying.
“You think you’re too small?” The corner of her mouth twitched. He was so adorable in his awkwardness at the moment she couldn’t help but to make things harder on him.
“Who said I was too small? Trust me, that is another rumor,” he assured her with puffed up pride. “I’ve never had any complaints in that department.”
Zola couldn’t help but giggle at his expression. “Okay, well, I don’t want a man who’s too big either,” she continued to tease.
“Well...well...uh...what do you consider too big?”
“Let me see it and I will let you know.” She released her hand from his and sat back in her seat with arms crossed beneath her breasts as if she was waiting for him to display the goods. That is, if he didn’t have a stroke first. She didn’t think she’d ever seen a grown man blush as much as he had in the last five minutes.
She saw the moment he got past his own embarrassment to see the mischievous grin on her amused face.
“Oh, you have a mean streak in you, woman.” He laughed. He reached for her and pulled her until she was half lying across his lap.
Zola was impressed. He was a lot stronger than he looked, for she was a lot of woman. “Are you ready to just say what you were trying to say, or should I tease you a bit more?”
“I was trying to say, I haven’t been with a woman in a while, and this wasn’t the type of trip where I expected to be so fortunate to meet someone as wonderful as you.” He grinned down into her face, boldly caressing the padding of his thumb across her bottom lip. “I’m afraid I’m ill prepared. I have no condoms.”
“Is that all?” She clucked her tongue at him. “You’re crazy if you think I depend on men to supply the condom. I don’t know how long he might have had it, or if it’s one I might have an allergic response to. I use female condoms and when I freshened up earlier, I took care of it.”
“I’ve heard of those, but I’ve never experienced using one,” he reflected. “It is an interesting concept, however. One that I wish I had thought up myself. Why should the man be the one always responsible?”
“Why indeed?” Her smile grew wider.
“Speaking of penis size...”
“Were we speaking of penis size?” Zola asked, momentarily confused.
“Yes, a moment ago.” He nodded earnestly. His hand eased beneath the hem of her skirt. “Do you know that the inner two-thirds of the vagina have virtually no nerve supply?”
“You...you don’t say.” Zola licked her lips as Shin’s wonderfully long fingers inched the length of her thigh. His touch sent foretelling ripples through her stomach straight to her pulsing clitoris as her anticipation mounted.
“Only the outer one-third has much sensitivity. For this reason, during full penile penetration or containment, most of the length of the penis is not accurately perceived or related to felt stimulation.” He continued speaking in hushed whispers while looking into her eyes.
Zola reached up with shaky fingers, pushed his glasses back up his nose and touched the side of his face. He turned his head to breathe a kiss to her open palm before continuing. His searching fingers reached the garter holding up her black silk stockings. The pleasant surprise she saw on his face as he popped the garter against her sensitive skin was priceless.
She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and arched against his palm as his fingers maneuvered the cotton crotch of her sexy Lane Bryant red panties with black lace to the side to caress her wet smoothness. The fact that she was waxed down there too seemed to please him very much. The dimpled grin he graced her with made her very happy she was a woman; a woman who was receiving his undivided attention for the moment.
“You know, theoretically speaking, three or four inches of an erect penis is sufficiently effective for a woman to gain adequate pleasure, if used effectively. This is why even with something as small in circumference as a finger...” He inserted said finger inside her weeping channel.
She whimpered and lifted up her hips to meet his hand.
“…can bring you to orgasm if you know what to feel for.” He leaned over to brush his lips across hers, not as intensely as his touch. It was more like a hint and a tease at how wonderfully soft they were and how sweet his breath, tinged with the essence of the champagne they had with dinner.
“Ahhh, Shin,” she gasped and moaned. Zola’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and closed. The back of her hand came up over her mouth, and she pulled the skin taut between her teeth to stifle the building scream that threatened to bring the missing flight attendant out of the cockpit she’d disappeared into. She bucked and grinded against his probing finger as it continuously massaged a spot inside her pussy walls.
“Even though it’s an odd sight at first, this female condom is most effective. Obviously it’s not your wetness I’m feeling inside. What is it, a lubricant of some sort?”
“Oh, yes,” she groaned and her hips rolled against his hand, increasing the pressure of his knuckle bumping against her sensitive blood-swollen clitoris.
“Maybe we should move this to a more private area?” His hand slowed.
“If you stop at this moment, I will kill you,” she threatened.
He chuckled. “If it’s taken you this long, I must be out of practice. Open your beautiful legs wider for me, sweetheart.” She managed to do as she was told, and he kissed her damp forehead. “That’s it. Yes, now I can add more fingers,” he murmured.
For once, she wished she didn’t have on the female condom, but her desire for him didn’t make her completely stupid to everything that could go wrong without it. “Shin,” she moaned.
“Zoë,” he whispered her name, blowing his hot breath against her cheek.
Zola bucked. Her spread thighs quivered as the feeling of fullness she felt made his in-and-out motion more intense. “I knew you would have wonderful hands,” she breathed noisily.
“By all that’s holy, you’re beautiful,” he praised her. Shin’s dark, bespectacled eyes took in her face as if he were preparing to paint it.
“I’m about to come, and I’m not the most quiet person. Kiss me. Hurry! Now!”
She didn’t have to ask twice. His mouth was over hers and his tongue sweeping, loving, and memorizing the inside of her mouth, giving her what she needed to let go completely. With a loud, muffled cry into his open mouth, Zola erupted in sheer rapture.
Shin was generous in his need to please, and she liked that about him. Although she could feel the hardness of his cock through his trousers against her lower back, he wasn’t in the least trying to hurry her along through her orgasm.
He continued to kiss and move his fingers in her body, coaxing out the last spasms until her mouth broke the kiss to draw in a deep, shaky breath. He was looking at her, smiling that sweet smile of his, and she felt her cheeks warming. The last time a man had made her blush, she was sixteen years old. She couldn’t believe she was doing so now, but his stare was intense and magnified several times in those black glasses.
She clung to him like a weakling, and he dipped his head and started to kiss her softly with
a gentleness no man had ever shown her before. Most men assumed because she was a big-boned woman, she could handle anything they chose to dish out, in and out of the bed, and she could, but it was nice to feel adored. Her heart was as loving and sensitive as other women’s. She felt small, delicate, and cherished. If she thought she was embarrassed before, she was mortified when her tears began to silently glide down the sides of her face into her hair.
“Hey...hey...you okay?” he whispered in soft tones, smoothing down her skirt and helping her sit up. She leaned back in her seat. Her body was still sweetly languid from her orgasm. He thumbed away her tears.
“I needed that,” she cried. “I just hadn’t realized how stressed I was.” She pushed his glasses up to the bridge of his nose with a smile. “These are not sad tears.”
“I was worried that you were regretting what happened—”
She placed the tips of her fingers over his mouth. “Shh. Never,” Zola reassured him. “Thank you for being so unselfish, but I still want to feel you inside me.”
“I want to be inside you.” He returned her smile. “I’ve never done anything like this before, but I can’t imagine having this experience with anyone other than you.”
His tender words touched her even more. She cupped his face in her hands and pressed her mouth to his once more. His lips parted, and she savored his sweet mouth as they kissed with the ardor of the young. The fire spread through her as they clung to each other in the semidarkness.
“The lavatory isn’t that big, so you go first and sit on the toilet. Have your cock out of your trousers, ready and waiting. Because if we don’t want to get caught, we have to make it not short and sweet…more like quick and unforgettable,” Zola instructed.
“What happens if we get caught? Will they arrest us once we get off the plane?”
“No, but they can detain you and embarrass the hell out of you in hopes that you’ve learned your lesson about public fucking.” She winked.
Shin laughingly nodded. Tempted forever by her full lips, he stole another kiss before he made his way down the airplane corridor toward the lavatory.
Chapter Four
Shin trembled as he sat in the airplane bathroom on the closed lid of the toilet with his belt and pants undone and his erection waving in the breeze. Deciding he didn’t want Zoë to walk in and the first thing she saw was his cock, he shielded it with the tail of his button-down shirt. His heart thudded nervously. He’d never done anything this spontaneous before.
What if I’m not big enough to please her?
He ran a hand up the length of his penis through his shirt. He’d never had any complaints before, and he had been with enough women to know every pussy wasn’t the same, just like every cock was not the same.
From the short time he’d been with this woman, he knew if she wasn’t pleased, she wouldn’t mince her words. He was sure of it. Then again, she wasn’t rude either. If she wasn’t pleased, she probably would pretend otherwise. It wasn’t like they would ever see each other again after today. He wasn’t going to sprout a few more inches of cock within the next sixty seconds, so he might as well man up and give Zoë the same one-hundred-and-ten percent he gave every project he pursued.
He took in a deep breath and blew it out slowly. Whoa. That knocked him for a loop.
Why would I think of Zoë as a pursuit? I’m not pursuing her. This is a one-time deal. When I get to Atlanta, she will be going her way and I will be going mine.
A dense tangle of logically intertwining reasoning caused him to reflect with grim amusement. He was falling for a woman he hardly knew, and under normal circumstances he would find some joy in the thought. However, meeting Zoë today after receiving the news of his life had to be some bitter joke the fates were playing on him.
“Hey, what happened?”
Shin jumped. He failed to notice Zoë enter the bathroom, which under the circumstances of the confined space was impossible unless one was deeply immersed in his own thoughts. Unfortunately for him he didn’t have time to prepare himself in the best light.
His eyes dropped to where she was looking, and he saw the reason for the crestfallen look on her face. His shirt had fallen open and his proud erection was now a limp, fleshy noodle. Not impressive at all.
“I...I...” Flustered, he frowned and asked, “What took you so long?”
She grinned and cocked an eyebrow at him in question. “Started without me, huh?”
“That’s not it. I...” His words fell away. What could he say? I am having these unfamiliar feelings for you, and it requires extensive contemplations serious enough to make me lose my hard-on. Even if it was true, he couldn’t find the nerve to voice it. Zoë would probably think he was a potential stalker to have fallen for her this fast.
“Hey...sweetie,” she crooned. “It’s okay. Nothing can take away how much I’ve enjoyed our time together. I can’t remember the last time I’ve laughed and talked so much about something other than my past relationships in a long time. Nor have I ever met a man who listens—”
A half smile came to his lips. He hadn’t been listening as much as she thought he was. Shin couldn’t take his eyes off of her while she was talking. The more animated she became in the conversation, the more sultry her voice would get. The more he listened, the sexier and lovelier she became, and his simple interest turned into this unexpected infatuation that left his analytical mind baffled.
He was pulled back to what she was saying when she took his face between her palms and lifted his face to hers. The evident concern made his heart thud until it felt like he had run a quick mile. It also brought the “limp noodle”—that had let him down when it came to first impressions—back to life. He wanted her. If it was only to be for this brief moment, then so be it.
With a primitive, masculine sound from the back of his throat, he pulled her down to straddle his lap. Holding the back of her head with one hand, he assaulted her surprised open mouth with his lips, while his free hand reached beneath her skirt, pushed up to her hips, grabbed a hand full of silk and lace underwear, and yanked.
The rending sound of ripping material seemed to set forth a blaze inside her, for she wrapped a hand around his cock and encouraged it to get harder by pumping him with an expertise he admired before coming up on her tiptoes.
Holding the head of his cock at her sheathed opening only a second, she bit and sucked on his bottom lip as she impaled herself on the thick, throbbing length of him, stopping only when she was filled to the rim and his tender testes were smashed painfully against his straining muscular thighs.
Shin had no choice but to relieve the pain by spreading his knees, causing Zoë’s thick thighs to spread wider. She cried out and gasped; her neck arched back, exposing her throat to him. He took advantage, licking and leaving his mark upon her as his cock went impossibly deeper. Her nails bit into his shoulders as she cradled his head in her arms. He could feel the contraction of her pussy around his cock and the quivering of her legs as she cried a muffled cry into the thickness of his textured hair.
He wanted to move, but she was so sensitive in her orgasm, each time his lean hips pushed upwards, her nails bit into his shoulder while her other hand felt as if she was pulling his hair out by the root.
“Damn...damn...damn...” she mewled in his arms.
Shin’s cock was feeling mighty huge now. Nothing could make a man feel cockier than hearing the pleasure he was giving his woman. My woman? Where had that come from? This was a wonderful...extremely wonderful...quick fuck and that was all. He didn’t even want to know her last name in case he was tempted to look for her after they parted.
Both their heads turned at the knocking on the airplane bathroom door.
Zoë started to giggle and Shin was horrified. People could get arrested for doing stuff like this in public. He covered her mouth with his hand to muffle her and felt her tongue licking at his palm. His cock jerked a couple of times inside her hot channel, and he felt her hips rotate. It was his
turn to groan.
He squinted over glasses that were precariously dangling on the tip of his sweaty nose to peer at the door. “Ye…Yes?” He removed his hand from her mouth to push up his glasses.
“Excuse me for interrupting,” the soft feminine voice said from the other side of the door. “Are you okay in there, Mr. Tsubasa?”
Zoë went still, to his relief. It was the only way he could think coherently enough to answer the flight attendant.
“Uh…I’m fine. I will be out soon,” he called out.
“We will be landing in about twenty minutes. If you can get back in your seat before then, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you.”
“I will try.” Shin chuckled and returned his gaze to Zoë. His smile faded. “What is it?”
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