I HADN’T PLANNED TO stick my tongue between her legs, nor to slide two fingers up inside her as the plane warmed up outside. But it just happened.

The sight of her naked body, those stiff nipples, that innocent look on her face, the shock when I grabbed her. I couldn't resist. She was so different to the other women in my life. They all knew exactly what they were doing, she hadn’t a clue. It was adorable.

She tasted as sweet as I expected, her wetness coating my tongue as she stifled her cries by cramming her hand into her mouth. I fucked her pussy with my finger as a low groan escaped her.

"That's so good," she whispered. "Don't stop."

I pushed my fingers deeper, exploring inside her as I continued to lap at her clit, my cock throbbing with impatience as the scent of her assailed my nostrils.

I slid my other hand around to her ass, finding enough wetness to allow me to dip into her tight hole. She moved forwards when I did, as if trying to get away. It only brought her closer to my tongue.

"No one's ever..." she muttered, the sound dying away as I slid deeper into her ass. "Oh my God. That feels so good. Oh fuck, I'm going to..."

Her orgasm came from nowhere, her pussy spasming around my fingers, her body shaking, her legs nearly giving way.

I carried on licking her clit as she again muffled her cries, doing her best to keep quiet lest anyone outside might hear what was happening.

I slid my fingers from her only when the last throes of pleasure had faded away. She was standing in a bewildered daze and I took advantage. "On your knees," I said, not waiting for her to start thinking again.

She did as I said, kneeling on her folded dress and looking up at me, licking her lips. She knew what I was going to do.

"Take it out," I said, watching her closely.

She reached forwards with eager but trembling fingers, fumbling for the button at the top of my trousers. She managed to get it free after frowning in concentration for a few seconds.

I nodded encouragement as she lowered my fly, tugging my trousers down to my knees, moving back up to stare greedily at the bulge in my boxer shorts.

"Go on," I said. "I want to fuck your mouth."

She shoved them down, gasping at the sight of my erection as it sprung free, so hard it hurt.

"Put your hands around it," I said, waiting until she did as I asked.

Her hands felt cold, soothing the burning heat that was building in my shaft.

She licked her lips again and I didn't need to give her any more instructions. I didn't care about the plane. I didn't care about the pilot waiting impatiently for us to get onboard. All I cared about was the way my cock felt as it slid between her lips and glided over her tongue.

She took me all the way in, far further than I was expecting. I was almost all the way inside her mouth, her lips forming a seal around my shaft.

The sound of her gagging filled my ears as she fought for breath, her nostrils flaring. I grabbed the back of her head, holding her against me for as long as I dared, not wanting the feeling to end.

At last, I had to let her breathe. I pulled free, watching her take deep gasping breaths before I shoved into her mouth again. This time I put my hands behind my back, letting her move.

She rocked her head back and forth, using her mouth just as she'd used her pussy, teasing and delighting me in equal measure. I was already close, the look on her face enough to make me want to come at once. She looked so ready for it, as if she wanted nothing more than my cum in her mouth.

She used her hands to work my shaft whilst she flicked her tongue over the tip, alternating that with taking me deep into her throat, working me into a frenzy.

"Make me come," I ordered her. "I want to mark you."

"You will," she replied, swallowing me again, her eyes wild with desire.

My breathing grew heavy as I stared down at her, seeing my shaft buried in her mouth, her hands still moving. She jerked me faster, her tongue again flicking, teasing me briefly before getting those luscious lips of hers around my cock again.

"I'm going to come," I muttered and the moment I said it, she pulled me free, her hands a blur on the base of my cock, moving up to the tip as I felt my orgasm almost here.

Then her tongue circled the head and that tipped me over the edge. I twitched in her hands and watched as a spurt of white liquid shot from the tip of my cock and landed on her face. She opened her mouth wide, catching the second spurt on her tongue. Swallowing quickly, she took me into her mouth, draining every last drop from me as I groaned with pleasure.

When my cock finally stilled, it let it slide free, running a finger down her face, gathering up the last of my spunk, licking it whilst grinning up at me. "Tastes so good," she said, getting to her feet. "Is there more where that came from?"

"Hell yes," I replied. "Where did you learn that?"

She shrugged. "You make it easy."

"That’s good to hear," I replied. "Now hurry up and get dressed or we'll never get out of here."

She licked her finger again before turning from me and picking up the uniform. "Whatever you say." She slipped into the skirt as I tried not to be disappointed to see her body gradually vanish from view. I looked away, knowing I wouldn't be able to resist making her come again if I didn't. I was still tingling from my own orgasm as I slid my cock back into my trousers and by the time I was done, she was ready.

"Come on then," I said, taking her hand in mine. "Let's go catch a plane."

I had to leave her to occupy herself on the flight while I tried to make some headway with the mountain of emails that were continuing to pile up since I'd left my phone in the car.

She ended up watching a film on the screen at the front of the cabin, giving me chance to play catch up.

By the time we came into land, things were a bit more on track.

"That was a short flight," she said while we were taxiing. "I didn't even get to finish the film."

"Would have been three hours by car," I said, gathering up my things. "Ready to move on."

"You still haven't told me where we're going."

"The exit. It's that way."

She pouted but didn't protest as I led her off the plane and into the building next to it. Inside, Terrance was waiting for us. "You sent for me," he said, easing himself up out of the armchair in the corridor.

"I want you to give Miss Lewis here the once over. She's had quite an eventful night."

"Then step this way," Terrance said. "If you're quite ready?"

Hope turned to me. "Who is this guy? What do you mean, give me the once over?"

"He's my personal doctor."

"You have a personal doctor?"

I nodded. "Let him look at you, please. I promise I won't go anywhere."

"All right," she said but she still didn't look convinced.

She went with him anyway, heading into the makeshift examination room. It was a glorified private waiting room really but it would do. I sat in the armchair recently vacated by Dr Bennett and waited.

It was twenty minutes before he came back out, frowning as he did so. "How is she?" I asked, getting to my feet.

He took my arm and led me down the corridor, lowering his voice to answer me. "Who is she, Rob?"

"A friend of mine, why?"

"Close friend?"

"What are you implying, Terry?"

He sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before leaning back against the wall and folding his arms. "She's had sex. Recently."

"Jesus, how intimate was this exam?"

"You told me to be thorough."

"Yeah, I know, but still-"

"Do you want to know the rest or don't you?"

"Why do you sound so angry, Terry?"

"Because she's been hurt and you haven't told me whether or not you did it."

"Of course I didn't do it. I can't believe you'd even think that."

"You sure?"

"Look me in the eyes Terry and tell me if you think I'd do that to someone."

"All right," he said, nodding slowly. "Well she's been grabbed by the throat, pretty hard too. There're bruises there and on her wrists. I'd say someone was trying to hold her down. Cuts and grazes, from thorns most likely. Her temperature was a little low but her heart's fine."

"Did she tell you anything?"

"Only that she fell while running. I asked about the bruises, she clammed up."

"You didn't push her?"

"I'm a doctor, Rob, not an interrogator."

"All right, sorry. What? What is it? There's something else, isn't there? What is it?"

"I've taken some blood to be sure but I think she's pregnant."

"What? How can you tell?" The words came as a shock. I’d no idea.

"Distension of the stomach."

"But that could be anything, right?" I said, clutching at straws.

"Right, which is why I took blood. Did she say anything about a pregnancy to you?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"Do you want me to tell her?"

"I'll do it. Thanks Terry, I appreciate it."

"That's what you pay me for. Pick her up some painkillers, watch those cuts for any signs of infection and keep an eye on her neck. If she starts getting hoarse, give me a call. Otherwise, I'll be in touch when I get the results of the blood test. And," he lowered his voice even further, "if you want my personal opinion, you'll take care of that one. She looks like she needs it."

"I intend to take very good care of her," I replied, shaking his hand before watching him head off down the corridor.

I pushed open the door to the waiting room to find Hope straightening her skirt. She looked up when she saw me. "Did I pass the test?" she asked, folding her arms across her chest as if she was worried how I might answer.

"You did," I replied, holding my hand out towards her. "He said I had to watch you very closely to make sure you'll be all right."

"How closely?"

"Very closely."

She took my hand and I drew her towards me, holding her tightly to my chest. How could anyone have done that to her? How could they have grabbed her around the neck, tried to drag her anywhere? If I found out who did it, I'd...

I realised I was clenching my fists as I held her and I forced myself to relax. There was no point getting angry before she'd even had a chance to tell me what had happened.

My thoughts moved to the possibility that she was pregnant. Was she married? Was it her husband who'd grabbed her like that? Was that why she'd run?

Or maybe she wasn't. Maybe Terrance was wrong. Okay so he'd never been wrong before but there was always a first time. And if she was pregnant, what did that mean?

I pushed the questions away. If she knew, she'd tell me when she was ready. And if she didn't know, she would soon enough whether or not I said anything to her.

I kissed the top of her head before pulling away. "I've a car ready to take us home," I said.

"Whose home?" she asked, not moving.

"My home," I replied. "Where you're going to stay with me for as long as you like."

"I am, am I?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.

"You're welcome to head off into the distance any time you like," I said with a shrug. "But I want to change, I want a coffee, and I want a shower. I can't do any of those things here. So I'm going to get in the car and be driven home. I would love for you to sit next to me while that happens but I'm not a gangster. I'm not going to drag you kicking and screaming. It's up to you, Hope. You coming or not?"