—Present Day—

In the Air


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Lisa led me into the private suite at the back of the plane, locking the door behind us. She took off her jacket and draped it over a chair, and then she stared at me.

Smiling, she pulled me against her chest and rubbed her hands up and down my back. "I can't believe you just did that, Jennie."

"You didn't like it?"

"I fucking loved it."

I blushed as she kissed my lips, as she whispered, "Your mouth is perfection."

Not saying another word, she ran her hands up and down my arms. She was looking into my eyes, looking as if she was trying to read my mind.

"I have to ask first," she whispered, pressing a kiss against my forehead. "I don't want to assume anything, regardless of what you've been saying lately."

"What do you mean?"

"I need to know if you want this, if I can be your first," she said, letting a sexy smirk cross her lips.

"Depends. Are you going to be rough with me?"

"Not for your first time." She kissed me. "After that, all bets are off."

I smiled, nodding. "Yes, I want this."

She pressed a soft kiss on my forehead, and then she stepped back. She looked me up and down, making me blush all over, and then she spun me around so I was facing the door.

Unzipping my dress, she blew warm kisses against the back of my neck. Pushing the straps off my shoulder and letting the fabric fall in a pool of silk to the floor, she unclasped my bra and palmed my breasts from behind.

She slid her hand between my thighs and tore off my panties—letting them fall on top of my dress.

"Bend over for me, for a second," she whispered.

"What?"

"You heard me." She slapped my ass. "Bend over for me, for a second."

Confused, I placed my hands onto the grey couch in front of me and slowly bent over. I looked over my shoulder and saw her getting down on her knees, palming my cheeks with her hands.

"Ahhhh..." I moaned as she slid a finger into my pussy, as she pressed her lips against me and blew soft kisses against my clit. Then she slipped in two fingers, slowly pushing them in and out—as deep as they could go.

She blew one last kiss against me, and then she stood to her feet again, pulling me up from the couch. She kept me facing the door, so my back was to her front.

"I just wanted to make sure you were wet enough," she whispered into my ear. "But you're always soaking wet for me."

Palming my breasts from behind, she pressed kisses against the back of my shoulder. As she teased my nipples, I felt her cock hardening against my ass.

She let out a low laugh and spun me around to face her, immediately crashing her lips against mine and owning my mouth like only she could.

"Get on the bed, Jennie," she whispered between breaths. "Now."

I didn't listen. I continued kissing her, shutting my eyes and relishing in the feel of her tongue taming mine. She suddenly bit down on my bottom lip—hard, and she silently commanding to get into the bed with her eyes.

I nodded and she let my mouth go.

I moved to the blue sheeted bed in the corner of the room, watching her undress. She unbuttoned her white shirt, revealing the perfect abs that I'd slept against for the past few weeks. And she took off her pants, I couldn't help but stare at her hardened cock all over again.

I was still in utter awe that I'd fit all of her inches into my mouth.

Blushing as she caught me staring, I bit my bottom lip.

Grabbing something from her jacket pocket, she walked over to the bed and climbed on top of me. She entwined my hands with her and pressed her mouth against mine, kissing me thoroughly. Deeply.

She didn't let go of my mouth until I was damn near out of breath, and she only pulled away when she heard me struggling to murmur her name.

"Yes, Jennie?" She looked at me.

I was too breathless to speak.

She unwrapped a condom and looked into my eyes as she put it on. I reached up to run my hand against her length, and she caressed my legs—slowly spreading them apart.

Sliding her hands between my thighs, she aligned the tip of her cock with my pussy.

"Grab the headboard," she whispered.

"Now?"

"Right now."

I raised my hands above my head and gripped the metal frame behind me.

She smiled and leaned over me, trailing long, wet kisses against my neck and my breasts—swirling her tongue against each of my nipples.

Positioning herself over me, she kept her eyes on mine. Then she slowly entered me inch by inch.

"Ahhhh, Lisa..." I cried out at the unfamiliar pain, gripping onto the headboard as she buried herself even deeper.

Stopping when she was halfway inside of me, she whispered. "Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes..."

She stopped anyway and pulled out of me, completely catching me off-guard.

"What are you doing?"

"Making this better for you," she said, smiling. "We're going to do this another way." She stood up, and then she slid her hands under my legs—pulling me to the edge of the bed.

She lifted my right leg around her waist, and then she entered me again—much slower this time, and the slight pain of her filling me was laced with a side of pleasure I'd never felt before.

When she was completely inside of me, she whispered, "Wrap your other leg around me."

I obliged, and seconds later she lifted me up and carried me to the couch. Keeping me still on her cock, she sat down and gripped my hips, slowly rocking me against her.

"Is this better?" She kissed me.

"Yes..."

She sucked my nipple into her mouth and groaned before returning her mouth to mine. She kept me locked in her arms for what felt forever—moving me back and forth against her, torturing me with her kisses, until she reached her own release.

Ending our kiss, she whispered to ask if I was okay.

I couldn't answer yet.

"Jennie?" she said my name again.

"Yeah?" I looked at her.

"Are you okay?"

I nodded. "Can I say something right now?"

She smiled. "You're going to do it whether I say yes or no."

"I always wanted my first to be you."

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