Page 74 of The Spare
“You taste better than I could have ever imagined.” I pulled her into a sensual kiss.
She pulled away and cupped my face in her hands. “You feel better than I ever dreamed,” she whispered. My lips pressed back onto hers, and I kissed her more deeply. A low hum rumbled up her throat. It stirred something in me, something possessive. I pushed into her slowly, her walls pressed tightly against me. Her eyes closed as the pleasure mounted.
“Don’t close your eyes,” I grunted. I wanted to see the look in them when she came for me. I waited a moment to let her adjust, and then began. I dragged myself out slowly, teasing her, only to slam back against her with more force. The sensation with each movement coiled the pressure tighter at the base of my spine.
It took every drop of restraint to hold back and continue at a slow, sensuous pace. Watching her writhe beneath me was almost too much.
With every thrust, her brown eyes baited me for more. “Harder,” she begged through gritted teeth.
My mind played the countless times I wanted to rip off her clothes and make her mine. TheyearsI’d dreamt of her, only to wake up disappointed with someone else. The memories of having to sit by and watch other men pursue her made my will to tease her slip.
I wanted to fuck her. Hard. So hard she’d never remember anyone before me. I would own every orgasm, every moan, every scream.
Every inch of her wasmine.
Ruthlessly plunging into her at a frenzied pace, she moaned beneath me. I fought the urge to come at the sound of her. A sound I couldn’t live without now that I’d heard it. She dug her nails into my back. Her body shook with pleasure as she tightened around me.
One last moan was all she could offer as she came again. I couldn’t hold on any longer. I let the release wash over me, and in a blinding rush, the warmth took over.
My lungs struggled to find air. I pushed myself up, keeping her body between my arms so I could watch her in her afterglow. Her skin flushed with a hint of crimson spread across her cheekbones. She was radiant. Her fingers ran through my hair for a moment, and I finally rolled over and kissed her.
When I pulled away, she cupped my face in her hands again. Her eyes were filled with emotion. She paused. “I don’t want to leave.”
“We can do all of this at my place.”
This weekend was just a preview of what was to come. I had every intention of spending the next few months making up for lost time. I would happily spend the rest of my life memorizing every inch and facet of her. That’s what you did with great art, and she was a masterpiece.
“Mmmmm.” She smiled and closed her eyes. “But all day?”
I wasn’t the only one addicted.
* * *
When we boarded the jet, Sloan slyly said something to the cabin staff while I settled into the seat beside her. She sat down with a look in her eye that was quickly becoming my favorite thing about her. “I told them we wouldn’t need anything for the flight.” She leaned in and laid her hand on my chest.
Her hair fell forward, and I swiped it back. I leaned in to kiss her neck before whispering in her ear. “I’ve been thinking about fucking you on this plane for months.”
She bit her lip and ran a finger down mine. “We’ll see if we can fit that in.” Her finger continued down my chest to the uncontrollable bulge in my pants, begging to be freed. “After I finish what I have planned.”
We spent the ascent kissing. Early this morning, before Sloan awakened, I made sure our flight path and time would be free of any weather. I didn’t want any turbulence stopping what was about to happen. Once we were at cruising altitude and we’d leveled out, she got up and straddled me on the seat. Her mouth dipped back to mine for another kiss.
I gripped her hips tightly when she began to swivel and rock them.
She was practically a professionally trained dancer with all her years of instruction in different styles. She knew how to move her hips, something I’d finally confirmed firsthand this weekend.
Fuck, it felt good. And she was never dancing with anyone else ever again.
I wanted to take control, but it seemed she enjoyed taking the lead. And it felt fucking fantastic.
“Thank you.” Sloan sighed and pulled back from the kiss. My palm pressed the small of her back, wanting to keep her pressed against me. The look of happiness mixed with wanton desire made my heart surge and my pants feel even tighter. “For this weekend.”
“Anything for you, Sloan.” I gripped the nape of her neck, weaved my fingers into her hair, pulled her forward, and found her lips again. Her hands moved down my chest, and her long fingers undid my belt and pulled down the zipper. I kissed her harder when she stroked my length.
She broke the kiss and got on her knees. My hand gripped tightly to the armrest of my seat while the other stroked her hair.
She bit her lower lip and looked up at me with those lustrous brown eyes as she ran her tongue along my length while stroking me with her hand. Her eyes never left mine. I could’ve come just from the fucking sight of her.
Agonizing chills ran up my entire body. My head fell back against the seat. “Sloan,” I groaned as she began to take me into her mouth slowly.
