His Flight Plan (7 page)

“Absolutely.” She stood there and admired the tan, well-defined muscles of his chest, arms, and abs. The man looked like Batman’s suit in the flesh. He was ripped. “How do you hide all that bulk under your clothes?”

“I guess the same way you disguise your voluptuous breasts beneath yours.” He lifted his arm, then flicked a finger over the center of her bra and caused the front clasp to disengage.

“Ah!” She squeaked and giggled at his expert technique of unhooking her bra. “Wow, you’re good.”

He dragged her straps down her arm. “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Caressing one of her nipples with the same skilled finger, he said, “Exquisite.”

A shiver raced along her spine and through her body at his touch. Stepping close to him, she pressed her breasts to his warm chest in an attempted to calm the ache in her nipples. “I don’t think I can do the slow seduction thing…not the first time at least.”

“However, you want it, sweet lady.” He palmed her breasts and squeezed them. Lowering his head, he swirled his tongue across her sensitive skin. Claiming her nipple, he sucked it deep in his mouth.

Her clit throbbed as he drew on her tip. Sparks of pleasure ignited through her body and her passion escalated. She couldn’t believe the shivers and pulsation of her sex; an orgasm was building. Never before had a man pushed her limit by just fondling and teasing her breasts.

However, that was precisely what Drake was doing. Moving from one nipple to another, he was licking and sucking one while his hand pinched and circled the other hard peak.

“Oh…” She whimpered and clutched his waist, trying to keep herself upright. Her knees felt as if they would give out at any moment.

Surrounding her waist with one thick arm, he held her tight against him and lifted her feet slightly from the floor as he continued to titillate her breasts.

One breath, two breaths…her third breath came out on a scream as her body trembled and bucked against him. Blinded by ecstasy, she buried her nails into his back and rode the waves of pleasure.

When she came down from her high, she stared into dark gray-blue eyes. His need for her was evident and palpable through the intensity of his stare and the heat radiating from his body. Her feet were still above the floor even though he no longer was playing with her nipples.

“Wow, that was mind-blowing.”

“We’re just getting started.” He allowed her to slide down his body. He groaned as she rubbed along his hard cock on her descent.

“I don’t think I should be the only one with an orgasm out of the way.” She took hold of his buckle and started unfastening it.

Keeping silent, he moved back a step and gave her space to work.

Once she had his pants undone, she paused a moment and took in the image of his dick within the confines of his cotton briefs.

Impressive
. She quivered with excitement and a little with nervousness as she beheld just how large it appeared.

“I promise he won’t bite if you take him out to play,” he teased.

Smiling, she met his gaze. “Neither do I.” After she pulled his underwear over his dick, she lowered to her knees and shoved his clothes down his thighs.

The sight of him was beyond impressive. He was downright amazing—thick, long, and blushed dark with need.

She gripped the shaft, squeezed, and rejoiced at the tremor she felt go through his body. She stroked him from the base, where his hair was trimmed short and neat around it, to just below the ridge of his crown. A pearl of pleasure beaded at the tip, greeting her. She leaned in and licked it. His taste was spicy and tangy with a hint of sweetness. It didn’t turn her off, only made her want to sample more.

Keeping her hand right at the bottom of the tip, she rotated her wrist as she took the bulbous crown in her mouth. Sucking and circling the plum-shape in her mouth, she waited until she felt another shiver rock his form, then took her play to the next level. She lowered her hand and her mouth at the same time, pressing him deep until he bumped the back of her throat before returning up.

Up and down her mouth and hand went as she maintained a steady pace.

“Shit! Baby, your mouth is my fucking dream.” He settled a hand on the top of her head, not forcing her to take more of him or attempting to control her movements; it simply rested there.

Adding her second hand into the oral play, she twisted her hands and worked along his hardness. She continued to hollow out her cheeks as her mouth and tongue moved in tandem with her hands.

His hand tightened in her hair, fisting her natural kinks as he pumped his hips in time with her.

In that moment she discovered that her scalp was an erogenous zone for her; she never would have believed it if someone had told her. However, feeling the subtle sting from his grip, her body came alive once again. Her sex throbbed. If both her hands were not busy bring him satisfaction, she would have lowered one of them to her swollen labia and took herself to paradise with Drake.

But she kept her attention on the sexy man before her.

When his thrusts became faster and erratic she discerned that he was close to coming. She squeezed him tighter, stroked faster, and sucked harder.

“Kiera…damn!” His thick, hot seed filled her mouth.

She attempted to consume all of it, but was unable and some seeped from the corners of her mouth. Undeterred, she licked at his length and collected the remainder, then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Releasing her, he extended a hand and aided her in rising.

“You are one special lady.”

“And a very exciting girl.” She winked at him.

He laughed. “How about you, me, Ray, Goodman, and Brown take this to the bed.”

“Absolutely.” She loved that he got her eighties song reference jokes. Other men had been too consumed with their own egos to pay much attention to her needs or what she said.

They both divested themselves of the remainder of their clothing and went to the bed. There first, she opened her nightstand drawer and took out a condom and held it out to him.

She admired his form as he moved toward her.  The man was sculpted like a work of art. She’d seen the men at her gym who flexed in the mirror and prepared for competition; Drake could give them a run for their money. He was a muscular man, but he wasn’t swollen and grotesque like some men who ended up with just a head and shoulders or huge, angry veins running over their body under too-tight skin. No, Drake was perfect, fit, and his arms made her desire to feel them around her. His chest was cut and inviting, giving her thoughts of laying her head against it after sex while her hand caressed his rippling abs. But most of all she was a thighs girl. Maybe because a man’s thighs were so intimate. Usually the only time they were on display was around sex times, so it heightened her lust to see them. And Drake’s thighs were nothing short of amazing. As he walked toward her, his thigh muscles flexed and bunched. She wanted to surfboard him just so she could squeeze and grip his thighs. Several tremors went through her body at the thought.

He covered her hand with his and pulled her to him and placed a kiss on her neck, then the curve of her shoulder. Giving her a wink, he released her hand as he claimed the condom.

She climbed into the center of the bed and lay down. Keeping her focus on him, she watched him tear the packet open with his teeth and then shield his cock with one hand. Once that was done, she beckoned him to her with a finger.

He moved toward her until his face hovered above hers. “You are beautiful. I want you to know I didn’t come looking for you for this. For sex.”

“Am I forcing you? Would you like to stop?” She bit into her bottom lip to keep from laughing as she teased him.

“Fuck no. Just wanted you to understand how extraordinary I think you are. I couldn’t get you off my mind these couple of months and
that
is why I sought you out.” He brushed her nose with the tip of his. “So, if you want to stop…”

“Fuck, no.” She echoed his words, then palmed the back of his head, loving the cool silk of his hair, and brought his mouth down to hers. She kissed him and proved how much she wanted to be with him.

Drake settled between her thighs.

She parted them wider, giving him more room. The heavy warmth of his body greeted hers. Having him in her room and on top of her felt right, too right.

When the kiss ended he moved back just enough that she could see him clearly.

“I’m going to take this loving you part slow, if you don’t mind.” After she shook her head, he continued. “I don’t want to rush it or miss a moment of being beside you, feeling your body around mine.”

“Okay.” She kept her response minimal. She would have loved to say more, express to him the emotions rolling through her at that moment, but she felt breathless and overwhelmed.

Leaning down onto his knees, he took hold of her thighs. He held them wide and dragged her up his thighs. At this angel she could see the tiny triangle of hair above her sex, as well as her puffy, wet labia. In this position she could even glimpse the tip of her clit as it sat swollen with arousal and need.

“You are exquisite. I can’t wait to taste you later.” His gaze was locked on her pussy as he pressed her open more, until he was satisfied with the space between her legs.

 Beyond her sex she could clearly see his cock, hard and ready once again. As if he hadn’t just climaxed. It was a magnificent sight and she barely could contain the excitement that it would soon be inside of her.

“Keep yourself open just like this.” He moved his hands.

Her thighs were trembling from the eagerness pulsing through her body and the strain she executed to keep them parted at such a degree. But she held her position proud.

With one hand, he stroked both sides of her clit and along her slit a few times. There was no longer hair on her sex, a recent waxing adventure, so nothing interrupted the feel of his touch. The full sensation made her light-headed with pleasure.

Fighting not to close her eyes, to enjoy his caress, she continued to stare.

Stopping his fondling, he spread his fingers and pressed her smooth labia wide.

She wished for a moment that she could switch places with him and see her wet, brown and pink sex from his viewpoint. The sight wouldn’t be new to her, more than once she’d taken a mirror and peered at herself for one reason or another, but never had she seen it aching and swollen with need, fully aroused by just being around Drake and having his hands on her.

Zoning back into the situation before her, she saw him take hold of his cock with his other hand. He shifted forward and pressed into her.

It was amazing to see and feel what was being done to her.

She began to pant and moan as he slipped along her walls, stretching pussy.

He went deeper, keeping his pace painstakingly slow.

Anxious to have all of him, she began to lift her hips, but his wide hand on her thigh halted her movement.

“Be still, sweet lady,” he groaned. “In life there are moments that shouldn’t be hastened.” His intense gaze met hers. “This is one of them.”

He didn’t look down this time, but kept eye contact with her as his cock met the end of her channel. 

Slipping out, he glided back in, pressing in a little more until he reached his zenith that time.

Gasping at the intense impression his large dick made inside of her, she flexed her walls to get comfortable and accept the bold invasion.

“Are you all right?” He adjusted their position and moved over her, standard missionary.

“It’s marvelous.” She caressed his lips with her thumb. “You’re marvelous.”

His lips tilted in a crooked, side smile. “Why thank you. Now, if you’re finished marveling…can we get down to business?” He wiggled his brows.

Bringing her knees up along his side, she rotated her hips against him. “Oh, yes.”

This time, his groan sounded more like a growl, raw and raspy. 

Doing it again, she giggled as he gripped the pillows beside her head and buried his face in the side of her neck, panting.

Then he pulled back and slammed his hard cock into her and ended her laughter and made her cry out in pleasure.

All the jokes and playfulness went away as they both thrust and bucked against each other. They took and gave pleasure, pushing one another to their limits.

As soon as her body was quivering and prepared to release, Drake would change positions or angles, forcing her to start all over again. Each time it took her to a higher level, causing her core to ache with the need to come. He kept her right on the cusp.

She did the same to him, reaching down and fondling or lightly squeezing his balls or brushing her fingers on the sensitive area directly behind his sac.

He’d start to drive harder and deeper inside of her, then she’d stop. Once she brought her knees in between them and keeping him pressed away from her so just the tip of his cock was able to slip in and out of her sex as she tightened around his crown.

“Ahhh…Kiera…damn, damn, damn, damn…” He gripped her knees and tried to angle his shaft inside.

She maintained her position and kept her knees locked together as she pushed against his chest.

Undeterred, he offered her a sly smile as he became naughtier, more adventurous.

Not sure what he was planning, she flexed her walls several times around the tip of his rod.

When he palmed her ass with one hand, then brushed his thumb across the back opening of her sex where it was stretched around him, she gave him an inquiring stare. He was up to something and she was trying to discover what.

Then there was no need for guessing. In one swift move, he went from the edge of her sex and breached her ass. His cream-slick thumb entered the tight ring with minimal hindrance.

Shocked at the erotic invasion, she gasped, parted her thighs wide and arched her back. Her naïve movement accomplished two things: Drake was able to thrust completely inside her pussy, and he slipped his thumb all the way inside.

Her mind and body became a kaleidoscope of pleasure and pain. Not a bad pain, but a burning ache derived from wicked decadence. His nefarious touch was something new to her. Not because her ex-lovers hadn’t questioned her about anal play, they had, but she always found a way to dance around the discussion, deter them. However, Drake was Drake. A bold man who pushed her limits physically, emotionally, and sexually.