Chapter 4

First class means you can do anything….

Her voice filled with sleep, she shifts further down into the bed and spreads her legs a little. "But quietly" She whispers against the skin of my neck.

"Okay, that's hot." I laugh as I shake my head in disbelief. "Really hot."

I kiss her and Biting down on her bottom lip, my fingers grip the hem of her waist band and I tug her pyjama bottoms down her thighs. Once removed from her delicious body, my hand finds bare skin and Ashley forces her hips up, desperate for some contact. Her soaked centre coating my hand, I raise an eyebrow before narrowing my eyes. "Have you been thinking about me while you were sat here"

"Maybe." She moans as I apply a little pressure to her clit.

"Just maybe?" I still my hand and she breathes out in frustration.

"Why don't you find out for yourself." Her filthy smirk heightening my own arousal, I decide to waste no more time in finding out. Sliding down the bed and out of view of everyone. I come to rest between her legs and my mouth salivates at the sight in front of me.

"Holy shit." I whisper as my thumbs separate dripping folds. Blowing gently against her clit, she grips the sheet either side of her and I know she is trying to be as quiet as possible. I'm not worried, though. Everyone is usually asleep at this time of night. Still…I'm not about to have Ashley literally screaming my name. Not in on the plane, everyone I mean everyone will hear. I'm not sure I'd ever live that down. My tongue poking out and giving her exactly what she wants, I tease her entrance before swiping it across her clit.

"Fuck" she says as her fingers tangling in my hair, she forces my mouth against her and I hum. The vibration causing the exact reaction I was going for, her ass lifts from the bed and my tongue slips inside of her. "Y-Yes."

"Mm…" My hands wrapped around her thighs, she matches my movements and I know she is close and I for one love it. "You taste so good." Mumbling against her centre, my tongue switches back to her throbbing clit and two fingers slip inside. Her walls squeezing me and sucking me deeper inside, I hit that spot that seems to drive her wild and she pulls a pillow over her face. "So tight," I whisper.

"D-Don't stop." The muffled sound of Ashley making me smile, I curl my fingers and her body begins to shake against me. "Fuck, yes. Uh, right there, yesssss"

"Come for me, baby." My words hurtling her over the edge, her nails dig into the back of my head and muffled cries flow through the air. Her body becoming a little sensitive as she shudders against me, I slow my movements and move up to meet her eyes.

I see the day is breaking outside.

"Good morning beautiful" I say to her as she is coming down from her high.

"Mm, it definitely is." She smirks against my lips. "Where did that come from?"

"I forgot to thank you for upgrading my flight" I shrug.

"So, you thought you'd make me the happiest woman in the world today?"

"If that's what we are going for, yeah." I nod. "Sure." Pulling her down into a needy kiss, her hands roam under my tank top she wants to move it but everyone is starting to move about. "Some other time" I whisper in her ear.

"I'll hold you to that" she says back.

I move swiftly. "I think we have about an hour before breakfast comes around"

We lay back facing each other in a top and tail style. Her feet keep rubbing up my legs, some other time I think. How long can I wait for some other time?

After chatting well flirting more between us, the beds are put back into chairs, and later the seat belt signs go on, we are descending. I then feel it again, the upset, is this an airport fling, I don't want it to be a fling. But we are going different ways, she has her music and I have my work. I mean she hasn't even spoke about the 'what next' stage. Maybe she isn't wanting one, may be this is her thing. To entrap a young single female and capture her for her own travelling entertainment.

I get my iPad out again as she closes her eyes and relaxes. I read the article that I save earlier. As I read I see, the words, flirt, sexy objects, one night stands, sex with roadies and player, I don't know how many times 'Player' is used but it seems to be every other word. I was right, she is a player, she has no romantic connection to me. Me again being hopeless romantic with hopes and dreams. When will I ever learn.

She stirs. The plane is descending, "Wow, were here already" she says.

"Yes" I say sternly. Reading that article has not helped me and my thoughts right now.

So, we land, and as we walk to the departing area, I hear a loud raw of screaming, I think something terrible has happened. "Fuck" she says, "Here we go".

To be Continued…..