The airplane engine roared, making me tighten my grip on the armrest. I hate flying.
Shakily, I closed my eyes and took a breath as a big hand embraced mine. His grip was firm but gentle. I focused on the heat of his hand warming up mine as my breathing slowly eased.
“Relax, I got you,” he whispered. I hadn’t opened my eyes, but from the tone of his raspy voice, I knew the man was attractive.
“I’m not a good flyer,” I replied shakily.
“Believe me, sweetheart, I can tell. I’m a pilot. You’re safe sitting next to me. I can jump in and help if anything goes wrong.”
I quickly glanced at him from the side. I was met with a well-defined jaw, a Roman nose, and stunning blue eyes. His hair was completely gray, which suited him incredibly well.
Even off duty, he was wearing his pilot suit with the signature wings pin on his chest. My nipples tightened. The man was gorgeous.
“You seem like a very trustworthy guy. It’s the huge death trap made of steel we’re sitting in that I don’t trust.”
“Statistically, you are much more likely to die in a car crash than in a plane crash.”
“Oddly, talking about dying in a crash isn’t making me feel any better,” I remarked pointedly.
“Look at me.” He gently turned my chin toward his face with his right hand, keeping the left one firmly on mine. “You will be alright. I promise.”
Staring at his beautiful eyes steadied my heartbeat.
I was just starting to breathe normally again when the plane started accelerating. I gasped as my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.
“Relax, beautiful. I’m here with you,” my sexy seatmate whispered soothingly.
It didn’t help. I couldn’t calm myself down. My breathing was erratic to the point I was gasping for air.
I knew I was on my way to a panic attack when I felt a hand on my thigh, stroking my smooth skin. I was wearing a short skirt, so the hand freely traveled up my leg, the tips of the fingers almost reaching the hem of my panties.
Focusing on his wandering hand calmed my breathing again.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Focus on my hand. Feel how I touch your soft skin. Spread your legs a little wider for me.” My legs spread of their own accord, submitting to his commanding voice.
“Look at you, such a good girl for me.” His hand moved between my legs, his thick fingers massaging my sex through the soft fabric of my panties.
“Please,” I begged him, not knowing exactly for what.
“You want more, baby girl?” he asked as he increased the pressure of his fingers directly on my clit. “I can feel how turned on you are. You’re completely soaking your thin panties.”
My cheeks heated up at the thought that he could now feel my arousal for him, but I didn’t want him to stop. I didn’t want him to ever stop.
“I want to see you, sweetheart. I want to see how wet your pussy is for me,” he said as he ripped my panties off me. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Fuuuuuuck, baby, you have such a pretty pussy. Pink, juicy, delicious. I bet you taste sweet like a peach.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he bent over and ran his tongue up my wet flesh.
“You taste like heaven, sweetheart. I could spend my life between your legs, licking you to oblivion.”
He sucked my clit into his mouth and threw me over the edge as I orgasmed in ecstasy. I had to bury my teeth in my lip almost to the point of drawing blood to prevent myself from screaming and sharing my pleasure with every passenger on the plane.
“Oh my god,” I moaned. “What did you just do to me?” I panted.
He looked at me from between my legs, saying, “I’ve only just started with you, baby girl.”
“Now you be a good girl for me and imagine how good my cock will feel inside of you,” he commanded as he thrust his finger deep inside me. Before I could tell him how cocky and presumptuous he was, he added a second one, which blurred my vision and threw me into the imaginary world he was describing.
“Feel how your perfect pussy is squeezing me. You’re so fucking tight. The way you stretch around my fingers is hot as fuck.”
He pumped his thick fingers in and out of me. “Imagine how incredible you will feel when I bend you over the table and fuck you from behind. Your beautiful tits pressed to the hard surface and your perky nipples rubbing against the cold wood.” He pinched my nipple as he said that, and I cried out in pleasure.
I was on the edge of another orgasm when he ran his finger over my lips and demanded, “I want your pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock too.”
He put my hand on the raging bulge in his trousers. “Look what you do to me, baby. You’re driving me wild. The things I plan to do to you…”
He licked my bottom lip before pressing his lips to mine, and I was done for. I came, screaming into his mouth as the tips of his fingers hit my G-spot.
It took me a couple of minutes to come down from my high and return to reality.
He licked my earlobe and whispered, “See, baby girl, flying isn’t so bad with the right company.”
I looked through the window and saw we were already on the ground.
I didn’t feel the landing at all. He provided me with a perfect distraction, for which I was incredibly grateful.
“You’re right, Mr. Pilot. I wouldn’t mind flying high with you again.”
“You will tonight, baby. You will tonight…”