Page 110 of Whisking It All
Just three more months. In three more months, she would be his wife. The thought alone was enough to have beads of precum pooling on the tip of his cock.
He hooked his fingers, coaxing her orgasm forward, sucking and stroking until she cried out, her thighs shaking against his ears as her taste flooded his tongue. When her orgasm subsided, she reached for his cock and they both groaned as her fist closed around him. She stroked him from root to tip.
“I don’t know, princess,” he said, his voice gravelly. “I don’t think you can be quiet enough. Can’t have the entire plane knowing how much you like it when I play with your pussy.”
“I can be quiet,” she said, licking her lips and guiding him up onto the bed as she slid back to make room for him.
“I guess you won’t be wearing panties again tomorrow then,” he said, cursing when she ran her thumb along the sensitive ridge on the underside of his cock.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, her eyes dancing.
He pushed her back on the bed and crawled over her. “Good girl,” he said as she guided the head of his cock to her entrance.
He filled her in one smooth stroke, seating himself fully. Her legs wrapped around his back, urging him deeper. He captured her lips, licking into her mouth and tangling his tongue with hers, breathing her air. Jamie clasped her hands, sliding them above her head as he slowly worked himself in and out of the cradle of her thighs.
He watched as she came undone beneath him, in awe that he was the one who got to see her like that, to make her feel that way. It never got old—the feeling of her climax pulling him under, the look in her eyes, the way she cried out his name as she came. He fell over the edge after her, pumping his own release deep inside her.
Jamie pulled her against him, her back flush with his front, and wrapped his arms around her. She was all loose limbs and heavy eyelids as she wriggled back against him, pressing the ripe curve of her ass to his groin with a happy sigh. He nuzzled his face into her hair.
“I love you,” he said.
She turned her head and planted a sleepy kiss to his bicep. “I love you, Chef.”
The End