Page 63 of Terms of the Flight

“I don’t need any more convincing, Big.”

He closed the distance, kissing me like I was the key to the very thing he’d been waiting for all his life.

“Am I taking you home?” he asked.

I smirked. “Yeah, yours. We got some boyfriend-girlfriend stuff to discuss.”

Myheir lifted a brow, then chuckled.

“That we do.”

My house had never felt morelike a home until Khaleya stepped inside. I hadn’t realized it until this moment that I’d just been existing here. I slowed my pace behind her, because I wanted to experience my place through her reactions.

She’d been fairly silent from the moment we pulled down the long driveway, then into my garage. I think seeing where I lived opened her eyes up to just how much I was worth. I noticed she tried to never question that or notice just how much access I had.

If only she knew I was going to help her change the game, as long as she allowed me to. I clasped my hands behind my back and continued to follow behind her until she stopped at the base of the stairs.

“Show me where your bedroom is.”

Those were her first words here, and it wasn’t a question. I smirked and stepped around her to lead the way, until we madeit to the last room at the end of the hall. I pushed open the two double doors and stepped to the side.

Khaleya’s eyes expanded at the sight of just how big it was in here. She stopped in the doorway and slipped out of her shoes, then walked further until she made it to the entrance of my bathroom. My eyes hadn’t left her for a moment.

Everything she did was sensual. She turned to look over her shoulder, then gripped her dress at each side, before pulling it over her head and placing it in a neat pile by the door. I didn’t need more of an invitation than that.

I began loosening the buttons on my dress shirt one at a time, never breaking eye contact with her. Lightly, her tongue ran across her lower lip as she reached behind herself to pop the buttons on her bra, allowing her full breasts to spill free.

My steps weren’t hurried as I walked over to her. We had all night, and I didn’t have to guess if she was giving me permission to give her body what it needed. Me.

I ran two fingers from the side of her neck, over the swell of her nipples, down her stomach until I reached the lace guarding the most sacred part of her. I dropped to my knees in front of her, then placed her leg over my shoulder.

I placed a sweet kiss through her lace against her bud, causing her knees to buckle.

“Can I worship this pussy, Doll? I need to hear that yes.”

I kissed her lower lips once more through the lace, but this time dragging my tongue along the seam to taste her essence that was soaking through the more time I spent here.

I slipped the lace to the side, giving her the release she was damn sure going to have to beg for. I slipped my finger into her, causing her to cry out. Her moans were picking up as I added another digit for a tighter fit. I needed to stretch her a bit more if she wanted to invite me home.

I slowed my hand, then stopped, causing her to look down at me with wild eyes. Her lips were swollen from her constant biting and stubbornness not to beg for more. But like I’d warned her in the beginning, I liked shit a little difficult.

“What are you doing?” she groaned.

“I plan to give you everything you’re asking for and more, Doll. But I’m gone need to hear that yes, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck this pretty pussy, how you want tongue and fingers to make you climb fucking walls. If you want it, you gone have to beg for that shit, Doll. Don’t make me have to tell you again.”

I leaned forward, sucking her pearl into my mouth, then biting down lightly, causing her to moan and scream at once.

“Yes! Yes! Yes. I need you, Big.”

Her stubborn streak seemed to have met its match in here. I didn’t need further instruction before inserting my two fingers back into her and my mouth against her clit.

“Fuckkkk!” she screamed out.

Her essence rained all over my face and drenched my shirt. Her knees seemed to give out, but I wasn’t close to done with her. I smirked up at her and kissed the thigh that was still on my shoulder. Khaleya was gripping the wall now to hold her up, but she had to know she was safe with me. I’d never let her fall.

I removed my now soaked shirt and tossed it to the floor beside her dress. Then I lifted her from the ground, placing the other thigh over my shoulder.

“Big, you better not—fuck—you better not drop me, shit,” she cried out as I continued to attack her clit, making sure I got every bit of her I could.