Page 93 of Beauty Beneath the Sorrow
He gently kisses the top of my hand. “You got it.”
“I can’t believe what a rush that was!” I exclaim as he turns off the engine. On dark nights, the runway is the only thing lit up, and the cabin light is dimly lit.
“It is. Next time, I’ll give you a little rundown of all the instruments and what they’re used for,” he says, removing his headphones.
“I would love that.” I lower mine, letting them rest around my neck. “Thank you for taking me.”
“Of course.” The side of his mouth curves up as his eyes fall to my lips. “It was nice sharing it with you.”
Carter caresses my cheek with the back of his knuckles. I swallow hard, leaning into his touch. His palm moves up my face and through my hair before hooking around the back of my head. I let him urge my lips into his.
It’s been a week since I touched him and a week since I felt my body come alive like this.
Massaging my lips with his, he kisses me intimately. It’s deep and overwhelming. My body acts on its own when I climb over the center console and into his lap. He clutches my hips, rubbing my center over his hard cock.
“I’ve missed you,” I mumble into his lips.
Carter’s minty breath tickles my nose, causing an outbreak of chills. “I’ve missed you too.”
“I need to feel you,” I whimper, riding him over his jeans.Trying to release the ache I feel for him with the friction between us. But it’s not enough. I need more.
His hands quickly glide over the curves of my hips and into my hair. Turning my face to the side, he forces a deeper kiss. My hands find the top of his zipper. I inch it down without a protest from him. I feel his hard length and stroke it a few times.
“Sit on it,” he tells me.Thank god I’m wearing a fucking dress.
I yank my dress up and push my panties to the side. Holding myself with my knees, I hover over him for a brief moment before he slams me down on top of him.
I yelp with both pain and pleasure. His hands are back, grabbing my hips, moving me up and down along the slickness of his dick.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans into the sensitive skin on my neck.
I arch my back, hitting the spot I need toward the front. “I told you I needed it.”
We continue moving in sync for what feels like the blink of an eye. I could stay here all night. I’d beg for it if he asked me to, which I know he never will.
“Oh, Lina,” he moans as his legs begin to shake. He slips a hand down between us to circle my clit.
My forehead falls to his shoulder as my breathing becomes heavier.
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fucking plane,” he growls, jerking my core back and forth, up and down.
With every roll of his hips and demand from his body, I ride him until my legs start to give out and my climax is near. Both of us are chasing our orgasms in pure desperation from not seeingeach other for days. It feels fucking raw. I can’t take it.
“Oh,” I grit out, my eyes squeezing shut. I raise my arm to the handle on the cockpit’s roof to hold on.
Carter is right behind me.
“Fuck!” he shouts in a pinched voice before his head drops back against the seat.
A rush of euphoria takes over. An itch that demanded to be scratched. A release that begged to be set free. Like a drug addict, once I get hit with that powerful spark when he fucks me, my mind completely clears.
Giggling, I tuck myself into his chest. He laughs, too, kissing my head.
“I needed that.” I let out an exaggerated sigh.
“Seven days was too long.”
“Entirely.”
