Chapter 25
Logan
A short bout of turbulence startles me awake from one of those deep slumbers where I have no idea where I am. Glancing around the small bedroom, I don’t remember I’m in an airplane until I see the distinctive windows and then the clouds in the distance.
Looking back to the bed, I smile at Ava as she lies asleep like an angel, even more beautiful resting. Her naked body looks so relaxed and at peace.
After our unforgettable session of sex, I fell asleep in her grip, still resting between her legs before rolling over onto my back in a slumber. Now, after all the emotions and adrenaline were long gone, I couldn’t help but fear her reaction upon waking.
Sure, she’d said everything I wanted to hear on the brink of an orgasm, that’s to be expected. If there was one thing I knew from personal experience, it was not to trust someone’s word when they’re chasing a climax.
Ava had been adamant about her doubt and fear for our future. While I did feel there was a strong chemistry and potential between us, I could understand if she needed more than a few orgasms to completely change her mind about me.
As much as I missed her, I was happy she was still asleep, because it granted me more time to revel in the present, since it was unclear how she would react once her hormones settled and her mind was functioning properly again.
I had a reputation for fucking all night. But what I knew about myself was I could only come once before needing a full day’s recovery. No matter what I’d tried in the past, nothing could get me hard after a good unloading, but here I sat, just watching Ava sleep with a full erection. Every instinct told me to wake her up and drive her crazy all over again, but I just couldn’t risk rushing into her regret.
Ava waking with remorse, or wanting to talk about how we’d moved too quickly, is my worst fear. Everything is going so great, I know a setback is inevitable, so in some ways I’m just trying to enjoy the silence, knowing what’s sure to follow.
A small red light flashes above the bedroom door, a silent alert of our upcoming landing. My heart races knowing I’ll have to wake her soon, only to face the music as this fantasy comes to a screeching halt.
Glancing around the room in search of anything that could change her mind once she wakes up, I’m left with a blank. I wish there was a bouquet of roses or something I could give her so she knew how special she was, and how amazing she made me feel.
Gritting my teeth, accepting the imminent defeat, I decide to just enjoy the incredible view until she wakes on her own accord, but to my surprise her two hazel eyes are looking back at me when I turn to her.
“What are you thinking about?” she asks.
“Nothing, just looking around,” I lie, and from the smirk on her face, I can tell she knows I’m holding something back.
“Look, Logan. There are a couple things we need to get clear,” she begins, sighing as she sits up.
My stomach is in knots trying to brace for her let down, silently blaming myself for speaking this rejection into existence.
“What’s that?” I try to sound as confident as possible.
“If you’re going to watch me sleep, you could at least wake me up with kisses,” she says in the sultriest voice as she climbs on top of me, pressing her lips to mine with closed eyes.
She smells incredible, like lavender mixed with my own scent, how I’d like her to always smell.
“Lay back,” she whispers in my ear as she pushes against my chest.
“Ava, we’re about to land,” I chuckle, looking out the window as we descend, a sea of buildings fills the view from the small window.
Glancing over, a shadow of a smile flashes across her face before she turns back to face me, her hands shoving at my chest even harder until I’m flat on my back.
“We’ll be at the airport in ten minutes,” I say, but she doesn’t care. Besides, I’m stiff as a rock so she’s got all the incentive to continue.
“That’s all the time I need,” she whispers as she slides my length back inside her, so slow it makes my breath catch.
Fuck, she feels so good. The wetness from our earlier intimacy makes her even warmer and juicier. My eyes close tightly, and my hands fall to her hips as she begins to rock back and forth while raising and lowering onto my cock.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, unable to even believe this is happening.
Just minutes ago, I thought she would wake up and tell me this was all a mistake, but not only does she want more, she’s looking at me with adoration in her eyes as her fingernails gently graze the hairs on my chest in a most sensual way.
“Mmm,” she moans, biting her bottom lip, and I quickly lick my thumb before beginning to rub her clit, when she stops me.
“What’s wrong?”
“This is just for you, baby.” Her voice is like silk, as her body moves like a wave in the ocean, swallowing my cock in her slippery warmth.
Her hands move to the base of my neck as she grips me for support while staring deep into my eyes. It’s the most intimate and erotic moment of my life, watching her, as my body tenses from the sensations she’s causing. Her confidence has blossomed from our first time together, she’s riding me like a sexual goddess.
I want to protest about not being able to pleasure her, I really do, but she’s too sexy to argue with and I’m captivated by her seductive movements. Lifting my hands with her tiny fingers, she places them on her breasts and I massage her carefully. Watching her head fall back when I begin twirling her hardened nipples between the pad of my thumb and my index fingertip, I grit my teeth as the vibrations grow boldly within me.
“God, you’re sexy,” I groan, almost to myself, but it gets her attention and she looks at me with the most lustful eyes I’ve ever seen from her.
“I’m yours,” she whispers and I feel myself begin to lose control.
My body is desperate to show her how much she turns me on, and as strange as it is to admit, I want her to know she has control over me. God, I’ll do anything this girl wants, and because that’s a new feeling for me, I immensely enjoy it.
As if she can feel my orgasm building, Ava increases the pace of her grinding, leaning completely over so her mouth is directly next to my ear as she continues to lift and fall onto my cock. Pressing against the headboard, she impales my length, swirling her sex around me, before lifting off and repeating the process.
It feels like I’m ramming my cock into the ocean, only she’s hugging me, almost squeezing me with every stroke. I can see the happiness in her eyes as she watches me groan in pleasure while she works her magic.
“Just like that,” I instruct her, holding her steady with my grip, but she refuses to stick to my pace. She wants to be in control so bad, and I’m trying to let her, but it’s difficult because she feels so good I want it to last longer.
Ava has other plans. And so, she thrusts hard and fast, moaning in my ear as I race to an explosion in disbelief. Never in my life have I been so turned on by a woman I can come twice so quickly.
Everything about her is sexy – her body, her initiative, her breathing, her scent, her touch. I’m entranced by her.
“Logan,” she cries my name while tugging at my hair.
I can take no more.
“Fuck this,” I bite out, needing to feel her how I crave it.
With my tight grip controlling her hips, I raise my pelvis and fuck her hard. Her breasts bounce against my chest as her seduction disappears, replaced by pure pleasure and ecstasy.
Her moans turn to pleas as she begs me for an orgasm and my pride and cock swell as I grip her tightly, giving her just what she wants.
I really did want to go along with her plan to just please me, but it’s too difficult to pass up giving her another climax. Nothing feels better than having her bending to my will as I have my way with her body.
She trusts me so much, just submitting to whatever I want, and that makes me feel invincible.
“Oh God!” she cries, her body desperate, humping me fast as I slam into her tight pussy so hard our bodies make a slapping noise.
“You’re mine, Ava!” I growl in her ear.
“I’m yours, baby!”
With my knees bent, I dig into the mattress with my heels, pushing myself upwards to go deeper into her pussy as she grips my cock, milking my orgasm out of me slowly, in the most pleasurable torture.
“Oh fuck!” I yell, feeling the semen begin to shoot out of my tip.
“Please, Logan! Oh God, don’t stop!” she begs, and I hug her tightly stroking her sex so hard and fast I barely notice the announcement on the intercom.
“I got you, baby… give it to me, Ava!” I grunt.
“Ahh!” She cries one last time, loud and long as she comes for me again.
The wheels of the plane touch down just as I fully explode inside of her, and I can’t be sure but I think it makes for an even better release.
Our breathing is erratic and loud as she lays limp on my chest, my fingers running along her scalp, as I fight to regain my equilibrium, knowing I’ll have to face people in a matter of minutes.
Typically, I’d be worried about it, because nothing has ever trumped my professional reputation, but now I don’t care. However, everything about Ava is worth whatever it takes. Turning her head to face me, I gently kiss her lips, silently thanking her for forgiving me, and giving me the best orgasm of my life.
She smiles bashfully, and I tug her bottom lip with my teeth.
“I told you I had enough time,” she goads, her hazel eyes beaming with pride.
“You were definitely right,” I smile, kissing her again.
“I meant what I said, Logan,” she blinks slowly. “I’m yours,” she answers for me when I don’t respond. I know she can tell how much I love her saying that, and she keeps rewarding me with hearing it.
Fuck, this woman is amazing.