Page 48 of Serenity

Being on a Cessna wasn’t a new experience for me. Flying private had been routine since my youthful years. Flying private with a man, though? A man unrelated to me? My man?

The vibe was different.

The thrill was different.

The savoir faire was there.

The lust was there.

The allure was there.

A titillating experience, it lacked nothing. The plane was empty, with no one but us to fill the cabin. My expectations shirked familiarity as I took in the interior space. Far from a traditional plane cabin, the inside resembled a living room. With customizations similar to the contemporary décor of the penthouse, Duke had struck again with his elaborate tastes. I was amazed.

“This is not a Cessna.”

“Nope.”

From behind, Duke wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. “A Cessna wouldn’t suffice for the plans I have for you. This is a G5.”

“Mmh. Tell me more,” I flirted.

“Keep walking.”

Submitting to his request, my feet led me deeper into the cabin with Duke not far behind. We passed a seating area, and further into the bowels of the plane was a walk-in shower and a palatial bedroom featuring a king-sized bed.

“Damn, Duke.”

I was impressed. Never had I seen anything like it.

“I’m glad it’s up to your standards.”

Duke trailed my neck with carnal hunger. His tongue was passionate. His hands were amorous. His dick was rigid and threatening to break free of the thin fabric of our clothes separating our skin. From behind, I felt his longing for me. So powerful, so overwhelming, our need was.

Our flight commenced with backshots in the back of the cabin. I’d never heard a more sensuous sound than the way he clapped my cheeks. The way our thighs slapped. The way I mewled and purred. The man was astute in mastery of my body. In every erogenous zone, I felt his stroke. Felt his balls tap my clit.

“Fuck, Duke.”

He growled when I deepened my arch. A lubricated finger entered my rear and stirred. Vehemently and repeatedly, he stroked me to nirvana—still stirring that single finger, still growling. In turn, obscenities spewed from my mouth, proving how insanely disgusting he was capable of turning me out.

Our thirst for one another took us to the shower. Water cascaded from my limbs as we lathered and rinsed. I cleansed every inch of Duke’s body. My reverence for him, the way he considered me, the way he poured into me was revealed with the skills of my mouth.

After cleansing each other thoroughly, my listless limbs were carried to the bed. I was oiled, massaged, and fed. After dinner, he tucked me in for the remainder of the flight.

PORTOFINO, ITALY

The familiar sound of continuous tapping caused me to stir awake. My revived limbs rolled over in search of the soul likely responsible for the disturbance, only to find he wasn’t near. I rose from the bed, dragging the flat sheet along with my naked body, and followed the source of the sound. It led me toward the seating area of the cabin.

Duke was focused, his cinnamon rounds glued to the screen of a laptop, clacking away at the keys. A blue glow illuminated his red-undertoned skin. His chest was bare, but shorts covered his lower half.

“Did I wake you?” He asked, daring not to drag his attention away from the task that had captured it.

“I was stirring beforehand. You may have helped,” I said, easing onto the sofa beside him.

He scratched his beard, blinked long and slow, and then his eyes fell on me. Stunned by their appearance, my face crumpled at the sight. They were red.

“Did you sleep at all? You look exhausted.”

He stretched, groaned, and yawned. “A little.”