In Flight (Up in the Air #1)(36)

I made a conscious effort to keep my eyes on him the whole time, and the effort payed off. It was exquisitely gratifying to watch his face as the fervor swept him, his piercing stare intensifying on me. It gave me an extraordinary feeling, being on the receiving end of such a stare. It made me feel like I was more important than air to him for a brief, profound moment. I felt enthralled in that moment. It was intoxicating.

“Stay the night. I promise I won’t let you sleep in or be late to work,” he said, catching me in a weak moment. “Just tell me what time I need to set the alarm for.”

I closed my eyes, nodding slightly. “Okay.”

He kissed my cheek in the sweetest way. “Thank you.”

I didn’t know what to say to that, so I didn’t respond. He still hadn’t pulled out of my body, and he didn’t now, just wrapped me around him, and lifted me up. I gasped.

“You’re still so hard,” I murmured against his neck.

“Mmmm,” he hummed, shifting inside of me.

“You couldn’t…not again?” I questioned, surprised.

He answered by lifting me a few inches off of him, and thrusting fully into me again. I gasped, and he chuckled softly.

“I’ve never wanted anyone this much in my life, Bianca. I could f**k you until I’m unconscious. I’d certainly be happy to try.”

I didn’t respond, couldn’t. I could do nothing but whimper while he bounced me on his length and carried me up the stairs and back toward his bedroom.

“Let me know if you reach your limit. You should be sore and tender after your first time. I should be considerate and let your body recover.” His voice was rough as he walked us down the hallway, the bounces becoming more pronounced thrusts the closer we got to his bedroom.

“Please, don’t,” I told him in a half-sob. He had me so close to the pinnacle again.

“You want me to finish you like this, standing up and impaled on my cock?” he asked. He stopped walking and began to thrust more intensely.

“Y-yes please. Oh, yes,” I said, clinging to his shoulders.

One of his arms was braced diagonally across my back, gripping the top of my shoulder securely, the other hand gripping my butt hard, the sting of the contact adding to the pleasure. His knees were bent slightly, his legs braced apart as he began to thrust more powerfully.

“Come, Bianca,” he told me roughly as the fervor took me. His voice was the trigger, and my body obeyed him by exploding into orgasm. I held onto his shoulders like a lifeline while I rode out the exquisite waves of pleasure.

He seemed surprised by his own release, his eyes wide. He shouted a low, “Fuck”, as he emptied inside of me.

He lay me softly on the bed, pulling out of me this time. He moved about the room.

I closed my eyes. I knew that, despite my overlong nap, I was going to drift away any second.

I came to for a moment when he placed a warm, wet cloth between my legs, cleaning me gently.

“Thank you,” I murmured to him.

“Mmm. My pleasure,” he told me.

He left and came back again. He rubbed some type of salve into my wrists and ankles, turning me effortlessly onto my stomach to knead it into my butt and thighs. He stroked some between my thighs tenderly from behind.

“Any other sore spots?” he asked me.

“No,” I answered.

“What time do you need to wake up?” he asked.

I did some tired math. I didn’t even know what time it was, didn’t want to know. “4:30,” I answered. Sleep took me.

I awoke in a sensual haze, in the most enjoyable way I could have imagined.

I was on my back on the softest bed. I was gloriously naked, spreadeagled, and the most beautiful man I’d ever seen was lapping at my sex like it was a particularly delectable dessert. I gripped his silky golden hair.

“Oh James,” I moaned, and he looked up, smiling.

He rose, kneeling between my thighs. He brought one of my legs up to his shoulder, lining it up at his neck until it made a diagonal line across his torso. The other leg he straddled, lining his insatiable c**k up at my readied entrance.

“Let me know if this is too much for you, k?” His voice was soft, and his words held a note of concern.

Was the dominant master present this morning? I wondered. It seemed like his other persona, the tender lover, was driving at that moment.

I nodded, and he pushed into me. The new position had him stroking new nerves that I hadn’t even known existed. Yes, I was sore and tender, but I wasn’t going to stop him. The soreness was a small deterrent to such pleasure.

He leaned his chest forward, pushing my legs farther apart and closer to my chest. Using a twisting motion inside of me, he thrust. He’s screwing me sideways, I thought in a daze.

One of his skillful fingers began to rub my swollen clitoris, and I was lost.

He carried me into the shower after that. He washed us both.

I felt limp and couldn’t imagine facing a fourteen hour work day after such an experience. I voiced the thought out loud.

He’d been spooning me from behind, washing the conditioner out of my hair. At my words, he froze.

“So don’t. Take a day off. I’ll reschedule my day, as well. We could spend the day in bed. I would make sure it was memorable for you.”

I sent him a baffled look, laughing. Rich people, I thought, a little resentfully.