| Part III |
| "You've had your fun. Let me have some,"I whispered breathily in his ear. How could he refuse? "You're the boss,"he responded with a mischievious grin. He was getting his way and he knew it. "So you say,"I said as he stood. I moved toward him and skimmed my hands over his body. Oh god! There oughtta be a law against such rippling muscles and rock hard abs. This time I slipped my hand under the one garment separating us both from a little heaven in the heavens if you will. I'd forgotten how good a man felt until today. I toyed with the swollen member under the material until I felt I had pushed it a bit too far but he didn't seem to mind. I pushed the material down as his length sprang free. I forced him back into the nearest chair and dropped to my knees. I ran my tongue around the mushroom tip before engulfing the fullness of his masculinity. I moved my lips deliberately over his length; occasionally grazing it with my teeth. "Oh yeah..just a little...oh god,"he moaned as he tangled his fingers in my hair; forcing me further upon him. Amazingly enough, I didn't choke. He had gotten a bit carried away. I was able to remove myself from the position I was in. I looked him in the eye and said,"I hope you feel that good elsewhere." I straddled his body and settled myself upon his masculinity. Fuck did that ever feel good but I couldn't let him know that just yet. He smiled and made his repsonse complimentary." You are the softest....sweetest...creature god ever created....darlin,"he interspersed his kisses as he spoke; yet again claiming my lips for his own. I gripped his chest as he started moving from beneath me. His deep, languid thrusts were enough to put right me on over the edge and I let myself fall prey to the sensations he stirred. He lifted me off the seat as we remained a part of each other. He kneeled onto the couch where we had previously been. He eased my body back against the cushions and held himself within me for minutes it seemed. This was one for the books. I'm telling ya. Most of em were in and out. That fast. But not him. No sir. He resumed his deep, languid thrusts; increasing them only for my need. At least he made it feel that way. I held onto his shoulders. Solid as a rock. He filled me completely as his body pressed against mine. My legs surrounded him. I didn't want to let him go. Oh damn! "You feel so good I don't ever wanna let you go,"he voiced huskily. |
| "Then don't," I said pressing my lips against the skin closest to me. He lifted from my body and slowly moved with in my depths. He briefly leaned forward; capturing my bosom within his mouth as he steadily increased his rhythm. I met with the force of his untamed desire as it managed to savagely claim me before it dealt him that rapturous blow. Our bodies blissfully entangled, the pilot announced,"We are now beginning our descent to the Denver International Airport. We will be landing in approximately twenty minutes. We hope you have enjoyed your flight and thank you for flying Flights Of Fantasy." He lifted his head from it's place on my shoulder. Smiling, he inquired,"Did you enjoy your flight Celia?" I giggled at his jovial inquiry."Yes." After one last kiss, we dressed and silently awaited the landing. He stood at the bottom of the small staircase and assisted me. Softly brushing his lips against the back of my hand he said," Will you be joining us on the flight back home Celia?" "I believe I am." Yes, I was given the pleasure of his consummate skills in the art of lovemaking one more time on the way home. Do I ever think about him to this day? Every time I fly the friednly skies I do. |
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