Page 59 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part Two
“I want you to see how good we look together, Good Girl. I want you to watch me fucking you thirty thousand feet in the air.” I pushed my sweats down to my thighs and lined my cock up with her glistening folds, my hands palming her hips. I watched with laser focus as my dick slid inside her, her body spreading around mine.
Fuck, I had to look away or I was going to blow my load too soon. I moved my gaze back above her head and met her eyes in the mirror. They were hooded with pleasure, her lips parted and swollen.
“A fucking goddess,” I whispered roughly as I slammed all the way inside her. She dropped her head against the mirror as a low moan echoed around the tiny bathroom. I made a hushing noise, but slid out and thrust inside her roughly until I bottomed out again. She bit her lip hard—it was definitely going to leave bite marks—but didn’t make a sound.
“So good, baby. You feel like fucking ecstasy. A drug I want to let burn inside my veins every goddamn day.”
I stroked one hand up her back until I could wrap it around her throat. I felt more than heard her moan this time, felt her pussy muscles clench around my cock so hard, I almost saw stars. I curled myself over her back, twining my other arm under her hips and holding her tightly to my body as I started to move in a steady but deep rhythm. I held her eyes as I fucked her, and she stared back at me with an expression I would remember forever.
She was a fucking symphony, art in its purest form. She trusted me as I held her throat, applying pressure until I could hear her breathing become raspy, but not so much that she was in any danger. Not that she knew that. For all she knew, I could squeeze too hard in a moment, and she’d be helpless to stop it. That was the reason her eyes were too bright, and her pussy was milking me like a goddamn vice. She was giving me all her trust, and it was a heady sensation.
“Sampson,” she gasped. “Oh god.” It was the sweetest goddamn whisper ever.
She was clutching at me now, and I fucked her harder, her forehead almost banging into the mirror, but she never dropped those blue eyes. Fuck no, she held me with her gaze the same way I was holding her with my body.
I might be the one with the hand around her throat, but she was the one in control now. She controlled us all, but she was too sweet to even know it.
“Sam, please,” she gasped. I slid my hand down and flicked her clit, sliding my other hand up from her throat to her mouth as she came so hard, her legs shook. Or maybe it was turbulence. I rode out her orgasm, gritting my teeth to stop myself from blowing too.
“Both hands on the sink, Aviva. Quiet.”
Then I fucked her like the animal I was.
She slapped an arm over her own mouth to muffle her screams, and I rode her body like it was my own personal wonderland. She came again, and that was enough for me. I pulled out and came all over her back and ass, even though I badly wanted to fill her with my load. There was still a long ass flight to go, and I didn’t want her marinating in my jizz. I also hadn’t brought a condom with me when I’d had this amazing idea.
She rested her head on her arms, panting softly. I leaned back and grabbed a hand towel so I could wipe my cum from her skin, though I kind of liked how she looked coated in me. It was fucking beautiful.
“Welcome to the Mile High Club, Good Girl.”
She stood and stretched, pulling up her pajama bottoms. “Why do I think that this isn’t your first time in the club? That you may be a lifetime member?”
I snorted, because she wasn’t wrong. “Because you’re not as naive as you look?” I pulled her to my chest, kissing her softly. “Doesn’t matter anymore. The only person I’m fucking at this altitude ever again is you.”
She broke off the kiss and slapped my chest teasingly. “You mean at any altitude, right?”
I let my smirk fall from my face. “Forever. You’re mine, Aviva. If you think I’m letting you go once your marriage to Hendrick is over, you’re more insane than I originally thought. You’re it for me, and I intend for us to be the last dicks you ever have between your thighs.” I kissed her neck. “I’m going to make you so fucking happy, you won’t ever consider leaving us,” I whispered in her ear, before giving the lobe a little nip. “Now, I better get back to my seat before they call the air marshall and have us arrested when we land. Been there, done that. Got the arrest warrant to prove it.”
She frowned at me. “That’s not funny, Sampson.”
Looking back at it now, it was a bit funny. “I should have sold you to a chunky Eastern European drug lord when I had the chance. Now I guess I’m stuck with you.”
She whacked me one more time. “Asshole. Now get out of here. I have to pee.”
I winked at her, stealing one more kiss before I moved out of the bathroom and back down the aisle to my seat. It was light enough that I caught the fact that Evan was awake.
“Really?” he said, his voice so dry that I couldn’t help my self-satisfied grin.
“Sorry if we disturbed you.”
“No you aren’t, asshole.”
I snorted, sitting down in my seat behind him. “You’re right—I’m not.”
Not long after I’d sat down, Aviva moved down the aisle toward me, her hair wild, and her lips pink and swollen, though it wasn’t that obvious in the dim light. I just knew they were, viscerally.
She must have noticed Evan was awake too, because she stopped and put a hand on his chest, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. Whatever it was made him chuckle, and it was still a fucking weird sound to hear. Such a serious guy, before her. Hewashis job, but now? Now, she was his everything.
It made me feel like a prick for giving them such a hard time about it at the start, but in my defense, I’d wanted her all to myself and was already sharing. I was an only child; sharing had never come naturally.
