‘Yeah, you’re officially an ambassador for oral sex so show me what you can do, Holden Hart.’
She is weirdly unique and fascinating. I push my face further forward so my lips are just touching her flesh. I can feel the frantic rushing of her blood; my thumb, on her inner thigh, is so close to her pulse point. I run my hands down her legs, finding her ankles and lifting them to the bed, pushing her legs wider so I have full access to her, and then I let my tongue—finally—part her seam slowly, lightly, tormenting her even now with the insufficiency of this. My tip follows her curves, her dips, mapping her terrain, finding what excites her, my fingers working at her thighs, and then I press my tongue to her clit, running it in circles, slowly at first and then more urgently so she’s crying out, my name filling the cabin, her desperation everything I needed.
I close my mouth over her clit and begin to suck, pulling it into my mouth then releasing it, moving my tongue lower, letting it sink inside of her so she bucks sharply then drives her hands through my hair, her legs lifting of their own accord and pressing to my face, holding me where I am—not that I’d go anywhere, anyway. My hands have let go; they’re seeking their own exploration. My fingers follow my tongue’s path, separating her seam, pushing inside of her while my mouth returns to her clit. She tastes like heaven. I move my fingers in and out, gently, slowly. Her sex is so tight I’ve got no idea how I’m going to fit inside her, but I will.
‘Shit, Holden, don’t stop. Whatever you do, please, don’t stop.’
‘Come, baby.’ I move my fingers faster and right as she’s on the brink I drop them, taking over with my tongue, moving furiously, fast, so she explodes against my mouth and I feel every single damned reverberation of her body as she rides the orgasm, pleasure making her shake, her body heaving with the intensity of what she’s just felt.
I stay where I am, my mouth wringing every last drop of pleasure from her before I kiss my way up her stomach to nuzzle between her breasts. Her hands are softer on my head now, patting me like I’m a dog and I’ve done a good job for her. I grin, shifting to one of her nipples and pulling it into my mouth.
She makes a little noise but her eyes are closed, her cheeks pink. I pull myself up so I’m level with her face, and only then does she turn to face me. Her face is pink, her eyes fevered, her breasts moving with each puff of air she draws into her lungs. ‘That was...unexpected.’
I move my finger to her hip, idly tracing circles there, my eyes following my finger’s path.
‘Are you...’ Her voice carries a frown, so I lift my eyes to her face to find her watching me with an obvious expression of confusion.
‘Am I?’
My hand wanders higher, to the gentle curve above her hip, then higher, to the side of her breast.
‘Done?’
A laugh is trapped, deep in my throat. ‘Done? I haven’t even started, Cora.’
CHAPTER FOUR
One hour out of Sydney.
Thirty minutes before descent is commenced.
IF IT’S AT ALL possible for a human being to leave the mortal coil whilst remaining alive, to explode from any constraint of body and bone, to break free from the cells of their existence and morph into something else, then I am doing that. I am no longer Cora Andersson. I am a part of a star or a piece of flotsam in the orbit of earth, filled with colours and sensations and feelings but no earthly inhibitions. I feel my body in a way I never have before. I feel each breath, not as a breath that serves purely to inflate and oxygenate, but as a weight travelling through my windpipe and into my diaphragm. My blood is solid, tangible, pulsing inside of me so I’m aware of it passing through each of my cells and veins. Every organ is brighter and more intense, my heart, my stomach, my lungs, my eyes. There is a vividness to my surroundings that I cannot explain but which sustains me.
And yet I’m drowning too, dying and desperate, needing Holden to take full possession of my body in a way his body has been promising he will for so long that I cannot put a time on it. There is no time in this abyss I’ve moved to.
I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said his name, of how many times I’ve cried ‘Please...’ without any real idea what I’m asking for, knowing only that I need something he’s uniquely placed to give.
I’m barely conscious. A combination of exhaustion and now the kind of sexual satisfaction and tension I could never have conceptualised have made me heavy with the weight of feelings. And I’m more alive and alert than I’ve ever been, my awareness of every pump of blood through my body makes me feel poised for action.
The plane dips. I feel it in my stomach, as always. I’m programmed to feel every shift, noticing is instinctive to me, even before this insane hyper-awareness kicked in.
‘I want...’ The words trip from my mouth. I push up onto my elbows to find him watching me, his grey eyes like steel, so something shifts in my gut. This man is...what? I can’t find a word to describe him. I am losing all my words; maybe even my mind.
‘You want me to fuck you,’ he prompts, his voice gravelled, his cheeks stained a dark purple, his cock as hard as it was when I pulled his pants from his body a very long time ago. Since then he has dragged his mouth over every inch of my body, making me come again and again, with his fingers, his mouth, with the promise of his cock.
I nod, my hand curling around his arousal so his head whips to face me quickly.
‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you.’
Fascinating.
‘Why not?’
He pushes up on his elbow so we’re side to side, matching bookmarks, and his eyes bore into mine with a look of sheer determination.
‘Because I won’t be able to fuck you if you make me come.’ He leans forward and presses a harsh kiss to my mouth, driving me back against the bed. A moment later he pulls away, but only for a second; he’s back with a condom, which he tears open and slides over his length, his eyes holding mine. There’s a challenge and a question in them, as though even now, after the way he’s driven me to the edge of sanity, I might not actually want him, want this.
‘Don’t even think about changing your mind,’ I say firmly, reaching my hands up as he leans forward, bringing his body over mine.