Page 23 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
I press a hand in between her shoulders, forcing her to bend over the seat we just vacated. I admire her naked ass, the roundness of it turning me on in a bad way.
She moans when I run the tips of my fingers ever so lightly over her skin, watching in fascination the trail of goosebumps I leave behind. I want to see my name tattooed on her ass. In big block letters. Because even though no one will ever see this naked ass again, for my piece of mind, I need to see with my own eyes that she is mine.
The more I stare at her, she starts feeling it, too. The inside of her thighs glistens with her own juices despite the fact that she told me this was wrong.
I press the tip of my cock to her entrance, wanting to close my eyes in ecstasy when the warmth of her pussy starts registering and enjoy the heat, while I want to keep them glued to where our bodies are about to join.
The decision is taken out of my hands when turbulence hits and pushes me right into her.
“Fuck yes,” I grunt in pleasure.
The overhead speakers crackle softly right before the pilot’s voice comes on the line.
“I apologize for that Mr. and Mrs. Adams. That should be as bumpy as this flight will get.”
I grin again like an idiot when he refers to us as Mr. and Mrs. We are close to be that. Legally. Forever. And with a baby on the way.
My hips start moving back and forth, hitting just the right spot inside of her to make her squirm. Every time she squeezes me too tight, I pull back even though I could come at any second.
The pilot is wrong. We hit more turbulence. It makes Emily clutch the seat in front of her harder, and me pumping into her faster.
I wrap a hand around her hip, then bring it around and lower until I reach her clit. It feels engorged and sensitive, and she jumps when I touch it. I press my other hand to her chest and slam her back to my front. She is on the tips of her toes as she tries to keep up with me, breathing heavily and blonde hair everywhere.
Her head rolls on my chest until she can look up at me. The grin on my face dies down when I see the expression on hers. She looks sad but at peace. I don’t understand it, but I can’t stop right now to ask all the questions I know need to be answered.
“Fuck me harder, Puck,” she whispers, then falls back to prop herself on the seat in front of us. Her ass pushes harder against me, and her back arches beautifully. The smirk on her face when she looks at me over her shoulder is making me feel ten feet tall.
“You better be ready,” I growl at her right before gripping her plushness with both hands and slamming my hips into her over and over again.
“Yes!”
She screams louder the harder I press into her. I push both of our limits until neither one of us can take one second longer.
I let go and allow the tingling feeling at the base of my spine to spread all throughout my body.
“I love you.”
I’m not sure how many times I tell her that while she milks me dry, but whatever number it is, it is not high enough.
I can tell that she didn’t let go. I know she was ready, and I wanted her there with me. I bring my fingers back to her clit and start rubbing with aggressivity, almost too hard, forcing her to let go.
When her pussy grips me tight, I groan again, wishing that I hadn’t come already. I wanted us to do it together and am disappointed that she allowed me to leave her behind.
We are both breathing heavy by the time we’re done. Sweat drips down my body and onto hers as if I ran a marathon.
I drop my forehead to her back, placing gentle open-mouthed kisses across her shoulder blades, and then lower on each vertebrae until I can’t bend down any lower.
I don’t want to pull out of her, but when we hit another air turbulence, the decision is taken out of my hands, or cock in this instance. It slips out, leaving a wet and messy trail behind.
“I’ll clean you up.” I place another kiss to her back before walking to the back where the restroom is located. I grab a washcloth to wipe myself off with it, and wet another one to take back to Emily.
By the time I get back to her, she’s already pulled her underwear and pants back up.
“I was going to clean you up,” I smile at her, but it dies on my lips when I see that she’s not returning it.
I drop the wet washcloth to the ground before pulling my jeans back over my hips. With slow movements, I zip and button them up. I walk toward her, forcing her to look up at me when I am too close for her comfort.
“Sit,” I order her, and she just drops in the seat.
