Chapter 22

Sophie

Andrew was hard within seconds. I could feel his dick begging to be freed from his jeans. As I rubbed myself harder against him, his hands slid down my back to my ass. He gripped me tightly, groaning and kissing me with an intensity that left me breathless. I’d started out in control, but as the plane began to rise higher into the sky, Andrew took over.

I didn’t mind. As he lifted us both from his seat, I wrapped my legs around his waist. He supported me easily, his hands pressed beneath my ass and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck. We never broke our kiss. Not for a second. My tongue lashed against his, and his fought right back. We were trapped in a furious frenzy, both beyond desperate to get each other naked.

Andrew carried me toward the back of the plane. I suddenly realized the beauty of having a private jet at your disposal. There were no other passengers to contend with. The flight staff left us alone unless we requested their assistance. Andrew and I existed inside our own bubble.

Andrew moved us toward the bathroom. Despite being mostly alone, I knew stripping naked in our seats wasn’t an option. Still, I could barely contain my desire. All I wanted was to feel Andrew’s bare skin against mine.

We reached the bathroom, and Andrew kicked open the door. He set me on the counter quickly, his hand already moving to the bottom of my shirt. In one motion, he lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it away. Our lips were only apart for a second, but it was too long. I grabbed him and kissed him again, not wanting anything to separate us.

We kissed for a long time, longer than we’d ever kissed before. My body was begging for more, but I held back. I wanted to go slow this time, to remember every single second.

Andrew and I had thrown ourselves into each other so completely. When we were together, it was animalistic and desperate. I didn’t think. I didn’t pause to consider anything other than how badly I wanted him.

As we kissed in the bathroom, I found myself wanting to take my time. Now that I knew Andrew wanted to be with me, I felt more relaxed. It was like I could calm down and just enjoy the feel of his body. My desperation faded. In its place was a deep-seated desire that I’d never felt before. It was stronger and more insistent than anything else.

I wrapped my legs tighter around Andrew’s waist and pulled him forward. He groaned and pressed himself against me, our lips still lashing roughly against each other. His rock-hard cock pressed against my jeans, begging me for more. The feeling of it was enough to shake my resolve to move slowly.

With a gasp, I pulled away from Andrew’s lips. My hands moved to his shirt. I yanked it over his head and lowered my lips to his chest. I kissed him softly, licking his skin and savoring the taste.

“Sophie,” he groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair. “You’re torturing me.”

“That’s the point.” I moaned and licked him again, moving even slower than before.

I took my time, kissing his naked skin and rubbing my fingertips down his body. When I reached his jeans, I unbuttoned them and slowly pushed them down. Andrew stepped back to help me. He removed his pants and boxers in one swift motion, lunging forward to kiss me again.

I pushed him away gently, grinning wickedly as I took his dick in my hands.

“Not just yet,” I whispered.

Andrew groaned as I moved my hands slowly over him. He writhed and panted with desperation as I stroked him.

“Sophie.” His eyes rolled back in his head. I moved my hand faster, enjoying the sight of his pleasure.

Finally, it was too much for Andrew to take. He growled and jerked himself away from me. My hand fell away from his dick as he claimed my lips one more time. I gasped, but Andrew barely gave me the chance to breathe before his hands were pulling on my jeans.

He ripped them off my body and threw them to the floor, my panties going along with them. His hands slid around my back to unhook my bra. In seconds, we were both completely naked, and Andrew’s desire for me was stronger than ever.

All thoughts of moving slowly flew straight out of my mind as Andrew kissed me senseless. I moaned against his lips and lifted my hips for him. He pressed his cock against my pussy, and my entire body reacted. I pressed forward as he thrusted forward. Deep, hard penetration was all I was after, and I got it.

“Yes,” I moaned and pulled my lips away from Andrew’s.

I needed to breathe, but Andrew didn’t give me the chance. His lips attacked my neck. He pulled my head back by my hair, giving himself more room to tease my skin. His hips rocked into me hard and fast while his mouth ravished every inch of me he could reach.

When he reached my nipples, I cried out and pushed myself forward. He was buried deep inside me, moving so fast that I couldn’t distinguish between all the sensations that were flooding through my body. I was on fire, my body flushed with need and ecstasy.

“Moan for me,” he ordered before biting down on my nipple.

“Fuck,” I cried out before screaming his name.

Hot, long waves of pleasure cascaded through me, making my toes curl and my head fall even farther back. I came so fast that it even took Andrew by surprise. He groaned and bit me harder, licking my sensitive skin and continuing to slam his hips forward.

My orgasm lasted longer than any other. I was trembling. I threw myself forward and held onto Andrew tightly, feeling beads of sweat forming on his skin. My entire body begged to be close to him. I never wanted to lose this moment.

“Come here,” Andrew ordered roughly. He pulled out of me and yanked me off the counter. I hit the floor, my legs unsteady.

Andrew spun me around and pushed me forward. He moved slower as he bent me over the counter. His hands trailed down my back. He slapped my ass twice, growling to himself before he gently spread my legs apart.

I looked up at the mirror above me. I could see Andrew standing behind me, his eyes staring hungrily at my waiting body. I’d never seen him look at me that way before. There was more than just sexual need his eyes. He was reveling in the moment. The way he traced my skin with his fingers made me feel both sexy and safe. It was incredible.

“Take me, Andrew,” I whispered.

His eyes snapped up to meet mine. We stared at each other in the mirror, unspoken emotion flying between us.

“Take me,” I said again. “Please.”

I never imagined myself as the type to beg, but in that moment, I couldn’t stop myself. My entire body trembled with anticipation. Andrew’s eyes were ablaze as we stared at each other in the mirror. I couldn’t tear my gaze away from him.

He looked down, ravishing my naked body with his eyes. I spread my legs farther for him, and he slipped his fingers between my folds.

“Oh god,” I moaned and sank forward. I pressed myself into the counter as Andrew positioned himself behind me.

He slid inside me slowly, making me moan and wiggle with pleasure. We’d only been together a few times, and already, I knew this was unusual for Andrew. He usually moved with a powerful speed that left me breathless and panting. This time, his hips rocked forward slowly. The look on his face told me he was savoring every second.

“You feel amazing,” he said and moved faster.

I watched him in the mirror, not wanting to miss a single second. His eyes rolled back, and I felt him lose control. He moved harder, thrusting forward with a power that made me gasp. My body shook for him, and his grip on my hips grew tighter.

Before I could think, Andrew’s self-control disappeared. He took me harder and faster than ever before. I slammed into the counter and gasped, letting myself go completely. Ecstasy filled me, traveling from my core to my toes. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer without coming again.

“Andrew,” I panted. “Oh god, yes, Andrew.”

“Sophie,” Andrew said between thrusts. “Do you like that?”

“Fuck yes!” I cried out. “Oh god!”

“Say my name,” Andrew ordered. “Say it again.”

“Andrew!” I screamed as loud as I could. I didn’t care if the flight staff heard us. I didn’t care if the people on the ground could hear me. “Andrew!”

I came for the second time and collapsed against the counter. Andrew’s hands moved from my hips to my tits. He held onto them while he continued to thrust. His grunts were louder and more insistent. He was seeking his own release now, his own pleasure.

When he finished, he released an earth-shattering groan. He fell slightly forward, pressing himself deeper inside of me and holding on tightly. I was still panting from my own orgasm. Andrew and I trembled together as we let the sensations rock through us.

After a few minutes, Andrew pulled away from me and rested his back against the wall. I slowly turned around to face him. My legs were still unstable, but I was slowly getting my strength back.

“Did that fulfill your fantasy?” I asked with a grin. “Sex on an airplane?”

“You fulfill all of my fantasies,” Andrew said. I blushed because from the look on his face, he really meant it.

“That was incredible,” I said. “I don’t think I’m going to be able to make it back to our seats.”

Andrew laughed and pushed himself away from the wall. We got dressed slowly, taking our time. We were in no hurry to return to our seats. The flight was going to be long, and we’d just figured out our favorite way to past the time.

“Are you hungry?” Andrew asked as we slipped out of the bathroom.

“I should probably eat,” I said with a nod. “If I’m going to keep my strength up.”

“For what?” Andrew asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.

“Round two.”

Andrew laughed and led the way toward our seats. We sat down and called the flight attendant over. She brought our food quickly, leaving us alone to eat. It wasn’t long before our sexual hunger overpowered our physical hunger.

The glint in Andrew’s eyes did horrible things to me. I tossed my lunch aside and crawled onto his lap once again. This time, we didn’t bother making our way to the bathroom. Andrew took me right there in our seats.

The rest of the flight continued in the same way. We ate and talked, laughing and enjoying each other’s company until desire took over. We didn’t fight it. We simply gave in to the need whenever it rose up inside of us. By the time we landed, I was weak and beyond happy.

“Are you glad to be stateside again?” Andrew asked.

I shrugged. “Africa was amazing.”

“You’ll go back,” Andrew promised.

I smiled and held his hand as we made our way to the car. The drive back to the mansion was short and quiet. Andrew and I were both exhausted from the trip, but mostly from the plane ride. I knew I’d be asleep within seconds of my head hitting the pillow.

We got back to the mansion just as the sun began to set. It was perfect timing.

“Where are you going?” Andrew asked as I moved toward the staircase that led to my bedroom.

“I’m exhausted,” I said. “I need sleep.”

“Me too,” Andrew said. “This way.”

He smiled and held out his hand for me to take. I was surprised, but I took his hand and let him lead me across the house. We slipped inside Andrew’s bedroom and both collapsed on the bed, sleep taking us instantly.