Stormy’s moaning became rhythmic as she desired the real thing with every thrust. More than ready, Stormy gave him one last lingering kiss before whispering in his ear, “Follow me.”
She climbed off his lap, then grabbed his hand and led him to the back of the plane. She pushed her dress the rest of the way off, standing before him naked. Cooper’s eyes rounded, giving her total confidence in her exposed body.
He looked so unbelievable, standing before her, shirtless, his gorgeous manhood standing proud against his stomach, while his lower half was still confined by clothes.
As if just realizing the fact that he had too many clothes on, he quickly stripped his lower half.
Stormy’s eyes widened at the sight of him, completely bare to her; his sexy body and pulsing erection were too far away. Finally, he closed the gap between them and gently laid her on the floor.
She felt his warm breath sliding across her skin as he began kissing the inside of her sensitive ankle before he slowly moved upward. His lips glided up her calves, straight to her inner thighs.
Then, he was where she needed him most. His lips made contact with her dripping sweetness. The growl, escaping his throat as he began nipping her skin, sent a flood of fire through her. Needing him to continue, she grabbed his head, pulling his face into her heat as she thrust her hips upward.
The windows surrounding them were completely fogged. The cold air outside couldn’t penetrate the warm cocoon they’d created. The sounds of the busy airport and other people made it clear that they weren’t alone, but neither of them even noticed.
Stormy felt the pressure building as his tongue circled her sensitive womanhood, lifting her closer and closer to completion.
“Please . . .” she begged, knowing exactly what she was begging for.
With a new intensity, Cooper’s fingers plunged in and out of her heat, while his tongue continued stroking her, leading her over the edge.
“Cooper,” she cried out as his tongue slid around her a few more times. She shook as pleasure washed through her, and she fell over and over again into the most beautiful orgasm ever. He swiped his tongue across her a few more times, making her body jump.
“I could taste you all night,” he softly growled as his head lifted and he looked up her body, their eyes connecting for one charged moment. The sight of his barely leashed passion had her body quickly heating up again in anticipation of what was to come.
Cooper looked away as he began kissing a trail up her skin, encircling her navel with his tongue. Continuing up, he made one more pass across her rounded breasts, gently licking each nipple before continuing on. Then, his lips were against hers again in a passion-filled kiss.
She heard the foil packet crinkle and then finally, he pressed against her and there was nothing to stop them. With a strong thrust, he plunged deep inside her, filling her so full, she cried out as relief washed through her. Quickly, he found a fast rhythm that satisfied them both, her body lifting up, matching him thrust for thrust.
Stormy lost all sense of time, all sense of anything except for the exquisite pleasure he was bringing her. He continued kissing her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth at the same time her body accepted him deep inside her. Their bodies slid together as passion consumed them on a never-ending ride of ecstasy.
He was hers—and she was his.
“Come for me, Stormy. Give yourself to me,” he demanded.
The sound of his lust-filled voice, the feel of his thick staff filling her over and over again, the taste of him on her lips—all of it sent her over the edge, and she exploded, her body gripping him, pulling him even deeper.
“Yes,” he called as he slammed his body against hers one final time and he released deep inside her folds.
Cooper collapsed on top of her, his breathing taking some time to settle, before he managed to turn them both, and then he held her close to his side. She felt sated and cherished at the same time.
And she wanted to do it over and over again.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Cooper opened the door of his plane to a flash of lightning and the rumble of thunder. The rain was blowing sideways as the wind increased speed.
“We better hurry if we want to stay dry.” Cooper grabbed Stormy’s hand and helped her down the steps, straight into the pouring rain.
“Something tells me we’re not going to stay dry,” Stormy commented as she stepped into a puddle.
Having no coat, umbrella, or hoodie, anything to cover themselves—Cooper knew they’d have to run for it. Not letting go of Stormy’s hand, he bolted across the tarmac.
Stormy tugged on Cooper’s hand, dragging him to a stop. “I can’t run in these heels. I’m going to kill myself.”
“Well, take them off—let’s go,” he said loudly to be heard over the sound of the rain and wind.
“No way. My feet will get wet.”
Cooper looked at Stormy, now drenched with water running down her cheeks. He burst into laughter. “You’re soaked already,” he said, not able to curb his amusement.
Stormy had a look of disgust on her beautiful face, making him laugh all that much harder. This woman was so honest with her emotions—an open book for the world to read if only they took the time to look.
He shifted, realizing that’s why he was able to trust her whereas he’d never trusted another woman. She was brutally honest and he felt his guard chipping away more and more each time he was in her presence.
“I don’t see how this is—” she stopped mid-sentence, realizing that standing in the pouring rain to have a discussion was only making matters worse. But how could it be worse? They were absolutely soaked to the bone, and she was concerned about getting her feet wet. She cracked a smile—a smile that turned into full-blown laughter as she joined him. “You’re not so dry either,” she made sure to tell him.