Chapter 11

"AJ, please I need you inside of me," Porter pleaded.

"What happened to my desire to savor you, my lady?"

"I thought you had just done that!"

"Oh, not nearly enough to satisfy me!" he answered with a grin.

"You're evil!" she moaned as she fell back on the bed, knowing that she would love every minute of the torture of letting him please her.

"Yes. Yes, I am!" he told her with an evil grin.

Gripping the sheets and waiting for AJ to continue, Porter felt him gently slid a long finger inside her. She moaned with desire knowing just what those talented fingers could do. As he began to work her into a fevered pitch, he gently added a second finger and placed his thumb over her clit. Arching her hips off the bed, she came, screaming his name, and before she had completely recovered he had slid his shaft home. Porter raked her nails down his back as her insides quivered.

"You do realize that's going to leave marks, my lady?" he asked indulgently.

"I've marked you as my own, my knight."

"Then I will wear your badge of ownership with honor, my lady."

AJ's comment gave her a moment of pause she wondered how it would really be to own or be owned by this man.

Seeing the serious look on her face AJ asked with concern, "Did I do something wrong, Porter?"

"No, AJ, I was merely enjoying your love making." Wrapping her arm around his neck she pulled him down for a passionate kiss, hoping to distract him from asking any more questions. AJ lost himself in her kiss as he began his slow journey to their fulfillment.

In the afterglow of their passion, they lay entwined in each other's arms. Neither had any desire to leave the room for the rest of the day, so decided they would call room service for dinner.

Checking out of their room the next day they headed for the airport right after finishing breakfast. The pilot greeted Porter and AJ and quickly loaded their luggage on the plane.

Once in the air Porter took AJ's hand in hers and with a soft smile asked, "Are you aware that this plane has a bedroom?"

With an inquiry smile, AJ answered, "No, but I'm glad to know that your plane is fully equipped for any eventuality."

"I was just wondering if you'd ever made love on an airplane? I hope you don't think me to forward in suggesting that we make use of the bedroom?"

"Yes, I have to admit I am a member of the mile high club, but I don't want you to ever think that I would find your suggestion of us making love anything but wonderful."

"Please, explain to me what this mile high club is, I don't understand."

A bit shocked at her question, AJ said, "It's just a euphemistic way of saying that you've made love on an airplane."

"How would you feel about initiating me into this select club?"

With a gentle smile, he unbuckled his seatbelt and held out his hand for hers. Waiting until she had also freed herself from her seatbelt, he escorted her to the bedroom where they remained for the rest of the flight. After a very pleasant initiation, Porter and AJ were just finishing dressing, when they felt the landing gear on the plane descend, signaling that they were almost home.

AJ walked Porter to her limo, and just before he helped her inside he asked softly, "Porter, I need to know if this was just a weekend fling or will you continue to see me now that we're back home?"

"I never was the type for a fling, AJ. I would be delighted to continue our relationship, if you so wish."

During the next three weeks Porter and AJ fell into a comfortable routine of seeing each other two or three times a week. They would go out to dinner, dancing, or to a play, or movie, and the evening would usually end at Porter's home, were they would make love and in the morning she would send him off after having breakfast. During this time, he had only managed to persuade to come out to McLean once. She claimed she just felt more comfortable in her own environment.

To be continued….