Page 179 of Kentrell

“Say less.”

My mouth met hers again, and I knew—this wasn’t just about sex. This was her way of holding on to us. Of grounding herself before the real world came rushing back.

And I’d give her that. Every time.

Securing my hands under her ass, I lifted her up, carrying her back to the same room we’d used the first time we boarded the jet.

“You sure you can handle one more?” I teased against her lips as I pushed the door shut behind us.

She answered with a kiss—slow and greedy—like she was trying to memorize the taste of me before everything changed. Her hips rolled once… then twice… dragging over my lap in a way that made my grip tighten around her waist.

“Zoe…” I growled into her mouth.

“Mm-hmm…” She rocked again, this time deliberate. “I wanna take it slow… like we got all day.”

That did something to me.

She untied the knot on her coat, letting it slip from her shoulders, leaving her in those cream-colored yoga pants and matching jacket. I didn’t waste time with those either. Her panties and bra? Gone. I stripped her down to soft, warm, naked Zoe… nothing left but her manicured French tips and toes pressed against my skin as I leaned us back onto the bed.

“Look at you…” I said, palming the back of her thigh, dragging my hand up to cup her ass. “Already know how to get what you want.”

“I’ve been watching you,” she whispered. “Learning you.”

Her fingers moved between us—confident now—freeing me from my sweats and boxers, slow and teasing. She brushed thehead with her thumb, then sat up just enough to guide me to her entrance.

“You wet already?” I murmured, voice hoarse.

She nodded, breath trembling. “Always… for you.”

She sank down on me with a moan that knocked the air from my lungs. I gritted my teeth, hands locked on her hips as I let her take her time—swallowing every inch, slow and steady, until she was fully seated on me.

“Fuuuck,” I hissed.

She moved against me, slow and deep, like she was trying to memorize the shape of me. Her nails scraped my shoulders as she leaned in close, whispering soft kisses along my neck… my jaw… my chest.

“I can feel all of you,” she gasped, voice full of wonder.

“Good,” I grunted. “Take all of it.”

We rocked like that for a while… letting the rhythm take over. No rush. No destination. Just her breath against mine… soft moans bleeding into kisses… the hum of the jet muffled behind us like we were the only two people in the sky.

Her eyes fluttered shut, lips parting with a shaky breath when I slid my hand between us, circling her clit.

“You close?” I whispered.

Her whole body trembled against me. “Yesss… yesss, baby?—”

I held her tighter, lips brushing her ear. “Come on, then… cream on this dick, ma.”

Her cry was soft but wrecked… her body clenching tight as she came hard, legs shaking around me.

And I followed right after—holding her down, spilling inside her, her name breaking off my lips like a prayer.

We stayed there… tangled… breathless.

Her forehead pressed to mine.

My arms locked around her.

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