Page 33 of False Start
“I did.”
“Thank you.”
We strolled down the air bridge and made our way to the comfortable seating of business class. Georgia took the window seat and became engrossed in the comings and goings of the ground crew as I retrieved a couple of pillows and a blanket from the overhead locker.
The distraction of business class wore off as our plane taxied across the tarmac, and by the time we hit cruising altitude, Georgia was back to fretting about Thanksgiving.
I flagged down a stewardess and requested two glasses of wine, passing one to Georgia and urging her to take a sip and lie back.
“There’s nothing we can do about what will or won’t happen when we get there, but for right now, let’s enjoy ourselves.”
She obeyed as beautifully as ever, but it was apparent her mind hadn’t settled. Once her glass was empty, I unfolded the blanket and spread it across both our laps, then offered her a pillow for her head.
“I’m not going to be able to sleep on a two-hour flight, Weston. Thank you for trying.”
“Not what I had in mind, princess.”
Her eyes shot to mine as she registered the growl in my tone.
That’s right. I know how to make you relax.
I slid one hand beneath the blanket, squeezing her knee. Without further instruction, she made room for me, and I sent up a prayer of gratitude for her preference for skirts and dresses.
Moving slowly to avoid drawing attention, I rubbed a knuckle over the panel of her panties, giving her a warning look as a small gasp escaped her lips.
“You’re going to have to stay quiet for me, Georgie girl. Can you do that?”
She nodded, eyes wide as she tilted her hips into my knuckle.
“Good girl,” I muttered and slipped my hand beneath the fabric. Warm, slick flesh slid beneath my fingertips, and I gritted my teeth against a possessive growl.
She was always ready for me.
“I’m starting to think you have an exhibitionist kink.”
Her plump lips parted on a silent breath as I pushed two fingers deep into her pussy.
Checking the cabin for unwanted eyes, I ground the heel of my palm against her clit while pumping into her in long strokes. The row across from us was mercifully empty, and a glance behind us confirmed the occupants had already donned headphones and buried their heads in their tablets.
“Does the thought of getting caught make you wet?”
She wrapped one small hand around my wrist, using the leverage to grind against my hand, her brow furrowed as she concentrated on her pleasure.
She was beautiful like this. Undone. Focused on taking what she wanted. What she deserved.
A small gasp was all the noise she made as her back arched in a beautiful curve, her muscles squeezing my fingers like a vise. I stroked her through the trembles that rocked her body and waited until she released a final contented breath before pulling away.
Her skin was flushed a beautiful pink, the color giving a glow to her cheeks that I wanted to photograph. She rolled her head on the headrest and settled heavy, satiated eyes on me.
“Thank you. You’re so good to me,” she said, her voice dreamy, like maybe she could take the nap she’d denied earlier.
“I like taking care of you,” I said, kissing her on the nose.
She hummed a happy noise and closed her eyes. The sigh she released as she settled in told me that for now her stresses had been held at bay.
As the plane started its descent and the seat belt sign pinged on above us, Georgia stirred from her nap, rubbing a sleepy hand over her face like she could cast out the roar of the engines and the stewards making preparations for landing.
“Time to wake up, princess. We’re just about there,” I murmured. “Orgasms really wipe you out, huh? At least I’ll know what to do if you ever struggle with sleep.”
