Victorious(40)

“Fucked you. Say it.”

“When you f*cked me. There was hardly enough room—”

“Stop.”

I pull back so I can see his face, which is tight and tense. “What’s wrong?”

“If you say another word, I’m going to f*ck you again right here in this chair, which will certainly shock the flight attendant.”

“So they were good words?” I ask innocently, thrilled to know I’ve completely undone him.

“They were f*cking awesome words.”

I return my lips to his ear. “After we eat, maybe I’ll let you f*ck me right here in this chair.”

“Stop!”





Chapter 10





Just when I think she can’t possibly get any more perfect, she takes me apart, piece by piece, with a description of our lovemaking that sets me on fire. Hearing those words from her sweet mouth is one of the most incredibly arousing things I’ve ever experienced—second only to the sight of her gorgeous ass on full display for me earlier. That’s something I’ll never forget.

Watching her blossom into the amazing, sexy woman she was always meant to be has been one of the most satisfying experiences in my life. That she’s been able to overcome her painful past and put her trust and well-being in my hands is something I’ll never take for granted.

That’s especially true after spending a very long day and night thinking I might’ve lost her forever.

The meal of broiled scallops, rice and vegetables is delicious, but I barely taste a bite as I satisfy one kind of hunger only so I’ll have the strength to satisfy the other kind.

Natalie shares her scallops with Fluff, who stares at her adoringly, waiting for whatever scraps she chooses to share. She’s serene and relaxed while I’m as tightly wound as I’ve ever been after listening to her description of our sex. I want to tell her to hurry up, to eat already and be done so we can get on with it, but I don’t do that because I’m almost afraid to show her what she’s started.

Eventually, the attendant comes to collect our plates and refills our wineglasses. “Can I get you anything else?”

“No, we’re all set. You can take the rest of the flight off.”

“Oh. Okay, just hit the call button if you need anything.”

“We won’t.” Hopefully she gets the message to stay out. I won’t be responsible for anything she sees if she doesn’t take the hint.

She takes the dishes with her and closes the door.

“That was kinda rude,” my lovely wife says.

“Come back over here.”

“Now?”

“Right now.”

Natalie secures her wine in one of the cup holders and comes over to stand in front of me. “You beckoned?”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Here?”

“Right here.”

She glances over her shoulder at the closed door to the galley. Worrying about the attendant coming back will make this more intense for her, so I don’t allay her concerns.

“Natalie… I wasn’t asking…”

She looks at me again, as if trying to gauge what’s afoot. She has to know that she set me on fire with what she said to me. But because this is new to her, I feel the need to remind her that she still holds all the power. “You know how to say no.”

For a long moment, I wait for her to say the word that will stop everything.

After another tentative glance over her shoulder, she draws the T-shirt up and over her head, baring her breasts to my hungry gaze.

“Keep going.”

The sweatpants travel slowly down her legs, inch by tantalizing inch, until she’s left wearing only a skimpy pair of panties.

“Turn around.”

She is hesitant but does as I request, but she’s crossed her arms over her chest. That’ll never do.

“Hands by your sides.” I can almost see her gritting her teeth as she turns, bare breasted, to face the door that separates us from the flight attendant. Leaning forward, I run my hands from her calves to her thighs and up to cup her ass. The bright red base of the plug is visible through the thin layer of cloth that covers her.

“Flynn…”

“Shhh. No talking.” I slide her panties down until they are snug against the bottom of her cheeks and make a circle of kisses on her bottom around the plug. I spread her cheeks, taking in the sight of her stretched to accommodate the wide girth of the medium-sized plug. I can’t wait to move her up to the next size. All in good time.

Then I let my fingers slide through the flood of wetness to find her clit standing up at full attention. I’m satisfied to discover she’s more than wet enough for what I have in mind. Her legs wobble.

While continuing to caress her clit, I put my arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling.

“Turn back toward me, sweetheart.”

With her panties keeping her legs together, she moves stiffly.

“Take your panties off.”

I can sense her hesitance as she bends to comply with my request. Any second now, she’s sure the flight attendant is going to reappear. She’s about to discover that the fear of getting caught can be a powerful aphrodisiac. I take advantage of the opportunity to remove my own clothes while keeping a close eye on her. I make sure to remove the remote for the plug from my pocket and place it under my leg so she can’t see it. When she’s standing upright, her panties on the floor, I hold out my hands to bring her onto my lap, straddling me.