Page 98 of Plane Passion

He knew just how to drive her wild. As he teased her sensitive bud, she trembled uncontrollably beneath him. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. She had to get away. She needed more. And then a burst of sensation overtook her, and she let go.

Soaring through the skies, she was weightless, suspended. Untethered from the earth, the white light of the sun filled her view, blinding. She shook as he deftly maneuvered her higher and higher, extending her peak, pushing beyond her limits. As she glided back down to a landing, she knew this was only the beginning.

“I want you. Now,” she said, knowing full well he was going to stretch things out and drive her to distraction first.

“Patience, Mrs. Pritchard. All in good time. First, I need to show my love for…this spot right here,” he said, tugging on her ear gently with lips and teeth.

“And this spot.” He nuzzled her neck.

“And this spot.” Burying his face in her shoulder, he licked and kissed until she moaned.

“Oh, and especially this spot,” he said, kissing his way down her chest until he reached a taut nipple. He paused there, kissing and licking until she couldn’t stand it anymore.

Every touch, every tantalizing kiss shot straight to her core, raising the heat until she felt positively molten.

“Ernie, please. I need you.”

“You need me where?” he taunted, kissing his way down her belly.

“You know where.”

“Oh, of course. Right here.” He lightly grazed his teeth over the tender skin of her inner thigh then followed with his tongue.

Oh, God. He was going to be the death of her.

“No? Not here?” he asked, with big, innocent eyes. “What about here?” The inside of her ankle. Really, Ernie?

“I can’t take this anymore. I need you inside me. Immediately.”

“Ah, but what part of me? My tongue?”

Before she could say a word, he buried his face between her legs.

And there went all ability to form words.

All she could do was moan and pant as he licked and sucked her into a frenzy. Conscious thought fell by the wayside, and she was completely governed by sensation and need. He held onto her bucking hips as he brought her to yet another blinding peak.

As the sparks settled, she sat up, and he looked up in surprise from his seat between her legs. Enough was enough. Time to turn the tables.

She pushed him backwards and straddled him, grasping his rigid flesh firmly and running her thumb over the tip. He made a strangled, inarticulate noise as she pumped him mercilessly, milking a bead of moisture from the tip and spreading it around with her thumb.

“I love all of your parts too, but there are limits to what a woman can take.” Hovering above him, she dragged his tip against her sensitive bud, coating him in her juices and sending a shiver of anticipation up her spine.

He watched her, wide-eyed.

“Let’s go flying, Ernie,” she said, notching his tip to her opening.

“Wait!”

She stopped, wondering what excuse he could possibly give now.

“A condom,” he said, peering back in the direction of his coat. “Unless you don’t mind the possibility of a baby.”

It was a kind thought, but unnecessary. “I don’t mind if you don’t. After all, we are about to get married.”

He swallowed. “Then I’m all yours.”

At long last, she slid down his shaft, his earlier ministrations having made her slick and slippery. He filled her completely, and it was heaven. The sensation was deeper and more all-encompassing than the pleasure he’d given her so far. She could feel him in every corner of her being as he began to move beneath her.