“You hurt me, Ash,” she said with a whisper.
He paused, her taste melting on the tip of her tongue. He swallowed it down before he pressed kisses into her thighs. Hoping the love he had for her would transfer and burrow underneath her skin. It wasn’t that she didn’t want him. It was that she felt she couldn't have him in principle. Worry pooled in his stomach. He dragged his tongue up her thigh until he was buried within her pussy lips. If this was the last time he was going to have her, then he would make it their best. He didn’t want this trip to be hard for her. He wanted to woo her, but he didn’t want to force her to come back. She had to want that on her own. No amount of teasing or flirtatious advances would change that if she didn’t want to forgive him.
“I’m sorry,” Ash whispered into her clit. “I’m so sorry, Kallie.”
He wrapped his lips around it and flicked his tongue along its tip. He felt her body jump underneath his ministrations. He sat there, on his hands and knees for her, as she ground into his face. Dripped her juices down his chin. Filled the cabin of his jet with her. This would forever be her territory. Whether she accepted it or not. It would forever be marked by her and no other woman would ever hold a candle to what Kallie was to him. He buried his tongue deep into her pussy. Licked and sucked and flicked her clit at lightning speed. She moaned and wiggled. Tightened her fingers within the locks of his hair. He lapped up her slit, drinking every drop of her arousal down and letting none of it go to waste.
“Ash. Don’t stop. I need you to keep going. Please.”
Need.
The idea sent shivers down his spine.
His hands slid up her legs as he perched on his knees. He gripped her luscious hips and pulled them closer to his face. His cheeks burned. His jaw ached. His tongue moved as fast as it could as Kallie’s cries of pleasure filled the plane. He knew the pilot could hear. He knew the stewardess could hear. And if they were on the ground, he was sure the rest of the damn crew could’ve heard.
And he loved it.
He loved hearing her unfiltered sounds.
“Lick that pussy, please. Ash. Yes! I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m—!”
Ash’s heart lit with pride as she came against his lips. Never had she been so vocal, and it filled his chest with hope. Maybe she was finally letting herself go. Finally letting herself embrace the life she wanted. He held her to his lips. Swallowed down her essence until the inside of his stomach was coated in her. He lapped her slit. Sucked her pussy lips. Cleaned her up with his tongue as she slouched against the leather chair.
“Ash,” Kallie said with a sigh. “So good.”
But he wasn’t done with her.
Not yet.
Chapter 16
Kallie
Kallie felt her body being lifted from the airplane seat. She cradled herself against Ash’s lean chest as he walked the length of the plane with her. She knew she shouldn't keep giving into him. She knew how much she still hurt. She knew all of this was a mistake because the second her job was done, they’d have to say goodbye. Once she got him organized and settled in Bali. But it was too hard to say “no” to him. Every time he touched her, she felt electricity course through her veins. Every time he flirted with her, she felt beautiful. Every time he tossed work to the side and focused on her, it made her feel important.
All of the things she’d felt back on the island with him.
As Kallie felt herself being settled onto a bed, her mind began to swirl. Maybe this could be considered the beginning of their farewell tour. Their official goodbye to each other. That way, she couldn't be too hard on herself for surrendering to his seduction. To the hazel eyes that raked over her body. To the dexterous fingers that undressed her. To the chiseled body that pressed against her naked curves.
The princess within her wanted to fix things.
But the woman in her knew it wasn’t possible.
Ash’s kiss pulled her from her thoughts. Her legs parted for him and he slid his cock between her folds. She groaned. Arched into him. Felt her breasts pool in the divots of his lean form. He perched above her. Rocked into her. Set a motion fluid with the turbulence of the plane as they ripped through the sky. She clung to him. Rose her hips to meet his thrusts. She lost herself in the feel of him. The feeling of his cock growing thicker inside her body.
“Kallie. Fuck, Kallie. My Pretty Kallie.”
That small nickname rushed over her, drawing her into a different world. Sloppy kisses were placed everywhere on his body as her heels dug into the mattress. She pounded against him. Bucked wildly against his body as they moved up the bed. Her hair haloed upon a pillow and his eyes never left hers, holding her gaze as he slammed into her. Kallie moaned. Gasped. Whimpered as he captured her lips. Juices dripped down the crack of her ass and his hands set her skin on fire wherever they touched down.
“More,” she said with a whisper. “I need more of you, Ash.”
He fell to her and crashed their lips together. His legs frogged, parting hers even farther and making way for how his cock pulsed. H
e ground against her, his skin raking along the tip of her clit. Kallie gasped as her head pressed into the pillow, and soon Ash’s lips were around her engorged nipples.
She fell over the edge as he pumped shallowly into her. Her pussy pulled him deeper as his skin stroked her clit. He suckled upon her skin. Marked her breasts and her neck. His hands wrapped around her back and held her closely as he released within in. Such a familiar sensation. One Kallie knew she would miss. She lay there, panting on the bed, feeling Ash’s sweat coat the front of her body.
Then she wrapped her arms around him as his cock slid from her body, unable to resist how good it felt.