I feast my eyes on her exquisite body.

She’s arching her breasts toward me. The curve in her lower back reminds me of a gymnast.

Come to think of it, I haven’t asked Chloe if she’s got expertise in gym or dance. After her pole dance in the hotel the other night, I would not be surprised.

Perhaps, she was not only bookish.

I feast on her tits. I love the way they’re bouncing up and down a little. Her pink nipples are rock-hard and look ready to cut through ice. Her chest is heaving, as her breathing is short and shallow.

There are plenty of things I can think of doing to her, but then we do only have a few more hours left.

“You thought of another expression yet?”

The question makes me laugh. Thinking and having fucking fantastic sex just don’t go together. Probably one of the reasons they are miles apart in the dictionary. Okay, not miles apart, but thinking starts with t and sex with s.

“How about fly high fuck club?”

She rolls her eyes. I love the way she expresses her disdain. It looks so fucking cute I want to just kiss her.

“A bit crude don’t you think?”

“But straight to the point. Language should be specific and concise. You would know that as a writer?”

She bites her bottom lip.

How fucking awesome is this? A sexual banter of an intellectual kind as we’re fucking each other stupid.

Now here’s a thought, I keep fucking her until she’s unable to make any sense. Of course, I might not make any sense then anymore either. But hell, it would be worth it.

How much fucking sex would one need to end up stupid?

“Here’s another riddle for you?” I lean forward and my lips caress her neck and ear.

“What’s that?”

She’s all ears.

I chuckle. “Where did the expression ‘fuck you till your stupid’ come from?”

Her eyes widen until she has that lost puppy look about her.

“Can you actually fuck till you’re stupid?”

I shrug.

“We could try,” I suggest and let my hands draw invisible circles onto her flat stomach.

“Did you know the word fuck has its origin in the Germanic language?”

This time, I really have to laugh.

“You don’t say.”

Chloe nods, warming to her topic.

“In German, it’s ficken and in Dutch, fokken, which means to breed.”

Obviously, Chloe is a fountain of knowledge on many topics.

“And this is important why?”

My fingers slowly move lower.

She moans and rolls her eyes.

“I can’t fucking remember.”

We both laugh.

“But it’s somehow related to fucking till we’re stupid.”

“Clearly we’re not there yet. You still sound like a walking fucking encyclopedia.”

As Chloe laughs harder, her tits bounce faster and my fucking cock’s sprung to life again.

I can’t stand it any longer and I kiss her. My lips crushed hers and, at the same time, my hands find her ass.

My hands drag her naked body onto me. I want to feel every inch of her, explore every nook and cranny.

Her butt cheeks are squirming on my legs and pressing against my dick. Swiftly, I roll her over. Now she’s lying ass up in the air over my knees. The perfect position for a good spanking.

Her fleshy ass is so fucking gorgeous I still recall possessing it the other night. Not many girls like to be fucked in their hole, but Chloe didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, I’d say she fucking loved it.

Chloe was simply like no other girl I’ve fucked before.

Chloe was Chloe.

She was full of little quirks. The more time I spend with her, the more of them I notice.

My hands move over her ass, gently. It’s probably not a good idea to spank her in the jet. Her screams might alert my staff unnecessarily.

As I massage and knead her white flawless flesh, I’m practically drooling at the mouth. I let my fingers trail between her legs. She opens them voluntarily. My index finger plays with the lips of her pussy.

I see Chloe raise her upper body with her arms. She throws her head back and looks at me.

The longer I keep my fingers at her opening, the harder I become—if that is even possible.

Her naked skin over my legs sends electric shock waves through me. The rate I’m going, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself much longer.

My thoughts are becoming one-sided and I can feel my brain taking leave already. Maybe it will not take that long, after all, to fuck until we’re stupid.

All I can think of is pummeling my ten inches into her. I want to hear those tiny little moans when I pump her hard and fast. And I want to feel her fingernails dig into my back when she’s riding her orgasmic wave.

“Still thinking about a name?” she teases me as my fingers are working in her pussy.

I pull my finger out and hold it in front of her mouth.

She sucks on it and releases it with a pop. Much like she does with my dick.

Just then, a voice comes over the internal speaker.

“Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Bennet, but we’ll be experiencing severe turbulence shortly. Please make sure you and your guest are seated and have your seatbelts fastened.

Chloe pulls a face, the one that says, ‘Are you fucking serious?’

I chuckle.

“Not to worry my angel.” I pull her on top of me so her back is against me. “I’ve just got what the doctor ordered.”

And with that, I strap us both in with the seat belt.

Without warning, the plane plummets toward the ground before coming up again. Up and down we go, it feels a little like being in a washing machine.

We are tossed around the air like a ping-pong ball on a ping-pong table.

Chloe’s back is pressed against me and her hands are holding onto the side of the seat for dear life. I can see the white of her knuckles.

My hands find her tits. I massage and knead.

“Shhhh,” I whisper into her ear. “It’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

I can hear the panic in her voice.

“Of course I’m sure.” I start nibbling on her earlobe and she instantly relaxes a little. Her head is leaning against my chest.

I continue to play with her tits and, then, I have another idea.

Gently, I lift her off me so I can push my throbbing cock into her over ready pussy.

As I do so we drop again and I push hard into her, assisted by turbulence.

I start to fuck her this way.

My hands are wrapped around her hips, thumbs digging into the side of her abdomen.

She’s getting into the swing of things and starts riding me herself. Up and down, she bounces—restricted a bit by the seat belt. But, there’s enough room for her to move.

Her tits bounce out of control.

“Fuck this feels good,” murmurs Chloe as she rides me, with the plane leaping along in the turbulence.

I take one of my hands away from her hips and catch her bopping tit. My index finger and thumb pinch her pink nipple.

Chloe shrieks.

Now my other hand presses down on her fucking wet pussy.

Her pelvis thrusts toward my fingers. She wants more.

I play with her clit. I push my fingers against it before moving sideways.

“Ohhh, yes, pleaseeeee,” she’s about to get lost in her own ecstasy.

I try to push her harder and faster.

I barely take any notice of the pilot telling us we can unfasten our seat belt.

Chloe unbuckles it but stays riding me.

Free from the restraint, she pulls her body, moves forward and rests her hands on my thighs. She’s riding me like she’s trying to tame me.

“Fuck. Chloe.” I’m breathing hard and fast.

The walls of her pussy are starting to contract. They grab my cock and threaten not to let it go. Fuck. It feels as if she’s going to break my fucking cock in two. Tighter and tighter, she gets with each thrust. She’s getting close to her own orgasm.

With each downward movement, I propel my hips up to meet her. The tip of my fucking cock feels as if it’s going to stab right through her.

Deep within my belly button, an artillery of pleasure is unleashed. The volcano erupts and molten lava spreads through me.

Fireworks are going off inside my head. I’m definitely unable to have a coherent thought.

I feel myself come. My muscles in my abdomen start contracting and my back and neck muscles are tightening.

“Chloe. Fuck,” is all I’m able to growl.

Then, with one last up and down I erupt, fountain-like, inside of Chloe.

Her pussy is clutching my dick as she herself explodes in a gigantic orgasm. It squeezes and squeezes until it’s bled my fucking cock dry.

She leans back against me, breathing hard and fast.

“See,” I mumble into her ear, “I told you there was nothing to worry about.”