Saturday, May 9, 2009

Starting Over by Jenna Allen

The hum of the engines echoed in my ear. I never could sleep for long on planes. Maybe if I kept my eyes closed they wouldn’t be too puffy. I snuggled deeper into the pillow, only then noticing where my body had turned.

I peeked up at Scott’s sleeping face, his dark lashes fanning against his cheek. We hadn’t slept this close since before I found out he sold the apartment. Up until then I hadn’t been happy about the thought of moving, but I’d open to the possibility. Then the phone call came, and the rug had literally been pulled out from under me. We were going, and to drive the point home, he’d sold ours.

It had been an amazing offer, and if we’d already agreed to the move, I would have been happy about it. As the days passed and moving became imminent, it seemed silly to still be angry. I knew everything I held inside I wouldn’t be able to get over, so I let it out.

It was a New York problem. If Portland was to be a fresh start, I needed to leave it there, with the stack of delivery menus and perfect bagels.

I snuggled deeper into Scott, my head on his shoulder, lifting one of my legs across his. And then I realized just where my hand was. On the fly of his slacks. If there hadn’t been a blanket covering us, I might have been mortified. Instead, I was simply embarrassed and moved my hand back to my own leg.

“Now don’t do that,” Scott whispered against my hair, his warm fingers wrapping around my wrist and pulling my hand back to him. “I need to be reminded there are parts of me you like.”

I squeezed his cock through the fabric, surprised by how hard he was. “I like every part of you that didn’t sell my home.”

“I’ll buy you a bigger one.” He kissed the top of my head and rubbed my arm.

“Bigger?” I teased, playing my fingers along his length.

“Careful, or I’ll call you on it.” His other hand slid beneath the blanket and up my bare leg.

The thought of playing around at thirty thousand feet made my blood race. My gaze darted around the cabin filled with sleeping passengers and an idea burst in my mind. We might actually pull it off, join the mile high club, if I didn’t chicken out first.

Scott’s hips shifted, and he pressed the bulge in his slacks against the palm of my hand. We were definitely on the same page. I pushed back, thinking I was a genius for laying out the loose-fitting slacks he wore. Now I could wrap my fingers around him, running them along the length of his shaft.

I tilted my head up to his, parting my lips in an open invitation for his kiss. His lips found mine, his desire evident in each pass of his mouth, each stroke of his tongue. I squeezed him, swallowing the quiet moan he gave me.

Scenarios spun through my head. How did I want to play this? We might be able to get each other off with just our hands. It had been a while since we tried it. Usually we didn’t have that kind of time or patience. As his mouth slid against mine, patience quickly became overrated.

I flicked open the catch on his slacks, releasing the zipper and sliding my hand inside. His breath caught and he broke the kiss, staring first into my eyes and then at the blanket. Absolutely nothing showed. When I’d raised my leg across him lap, I’d raised the blanket so that unless I got carried away, no one would be any the wiser.

I closed my hand over his hard cock and my pussy began to throb. If we were home, I would straddle him right now and find release. But it was the fact that we weren’t home, that we weren’t alone, that had me revving. I rubbed my thumb around the tip of his cock, smoothing the wetness over his velvet skin.

The hand he had on my leg pushed higher, beneath the skirt of the shirtdress I wore, all the way to my inner thigh. His fingers teased over my satin panties, then snuck beneath the elastic. I wanted to scream as he began to pet me like kitten. With my free hand I pulled his mouth back to mine, kissing hard to show him exactly how I wanted to be touched.

His fingers opened the lips of my pussy, long lazy strokes nearly driving me crazy before he finally pushed his way into me. He strummed my clit with his thumb, his fingers working me to a frenzy. I wanted nothing more than to lie back and enjoy. I couldn’t concentrate on all the sensations; kissing, stroking him, his hand on me, in me. I broke the kiss, resting my head on his shoulder while we continued to play.

My hips rocked with his touch. I tried my best to keep pace on his cock, but the sensations were starting to blur. My pussy began to spasm, and I sucked in air to keep from crying out in pleasure.

While I came back down from my high, Scott removed my hand from him. He fastened his slacks and eased my leg to the floor.

“I really want you,” he whispered in my ear. His deep throaty voice started everything for me again. He looked at me with eyes so dark with need I could barely stand it. “I want to do this, but if you don’t, I’ll understand.”

Scott rose from the seat, making his way to the bathroom in the center of the plane. I watched, but not a single passenger stirred as he passed.

I swallowed hard, tamping down the fear that warned me against something so wicked and daring. We’d never have an opportunity like this again. After a few deep breaths I pushed the blankets aside and rose, walking down the aisle with quiet steps. The world inside the plane lay fast asleep, while I felt more alive than I had in months.

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