SEVERAL HOURS OF WATCHING ALEX prance, lounge, and frolic in the tiny bikini I’d packed for her and my dick was starting to speak louder than my mind.
I had things to think about, moves to execute, and more than a dozen calls to return, but all I could think about was having the sweet tang of her pussy on my lips.
The plane hummed its ascent, and Alex sat casually beside me, one tanned leg crossed over the other, her angry eyes scanning the entire space—except for me.
Apparently, she’d liked my promise to put my mouth on her pussy just as much as I had, but she hadn’t liked my having to renege.
I couldn’t say I blamed her, but I’d spotted a boat in the distance, and knowing the possibilities of what an enemy of mine could house inside—a telephoto lens, or worse, a rifle—I’d felt immediately paranoid for Alex’s safety.
Nearly an hour of rushing to gather ourselves and make our way back to the plane, and she’d been left unsatisfied. I also hadn’t felt it prudent to offer a detailed explanation. She didn’t need to know all the things that could have been on that boat that she couldn’t come up with herself. I rather liked her innocence. I didn’t want to ruin it with fear.
But now I’d have to work to ease her aggravation with me. I can’t wait.
“What’s the matter, little one?” I asked innocently. No need to give her unneeded ammunition.
“Nothing,” she answered obstinately. My little fighter. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the complicated swirl of virtue and audacity she somehow managed to embody.
“So, you aren’t mad that I didn’t lick your pussy when I said I was going to?”
“Uh, no,” she scoffed, the liar. “That’d be a ridiculous thing to be upset about.”
I smiled, turning her head with a gentle finger at her chin until her eyes met mine. “Is it?” I shrugged. “I’m quite upset about it myself.”
Her cheeks dimpled as she attempted to smile and frown at once. “No, you’re not.”
“I am,” I affirmed. “I thought about sending someone out to kill the people on that boat just so I could do it.”
She coughed a startled giggle. “No, you didn’t.”
I made my most serious face. Cool, menacing, straightforward. “Didn’t I?”
“Well…” she muttered, unsure if I was joking or not, and quite frankly, that made two of us. I didn’t shy away from blood on my hands normally. When it came to Alex, I couldn’t even imagine the things I would do. “I guess I’m glad you didn’t, then.”
I let my face relax into a smile and winked. “No bodies today.”
The corners of her lips turned up. I shifted in my seat as we steadied at our cruising altitude and unbuckled. Her eyebrows pinched together, but I didn’t slow my movements. I sank to my knees in front of her, reaching up to unbuckle her own seat belt and then spread her legs with gentle pressure on the insides of her knees. “But even though I’m a little late, I will be enjoying your pussy.”
“Matt…”
“Alex,” I murmured, sliding both hands up the smooth skin on the inside of her thighs.
She gasped as my fingertips scooted under the hem of her shorts and met bare flesh.
“No panties?” I asked with a cocky curl of my lip.
She blushed and then moaned when I pressed one finger deeper. “You forgot clean ones when you repacked my bag.” Her voice, meant to be critical, broke in the middle as I pushed one thick finger inside. It slid oh so easily through her warm arousal.
“Overbearing, huh?” I asked teasingly, curling my finger to graze against her G-spot.
She smiled. “Just a little.”
I leaned forward and touched my mouth to the inside of her thigh. “But you like it.”
“I guess, sometimes, it has its perks.”
“Sometimes, huh?” I asked, still rubbing at the most sensitive spot inside of her. She squirmed in her seat, gripping the armrests so tightly her fingers turned a shade whiter.
“Yeah, sometimes,” she said on a slight whimper.
“Like now?”
“Like having an apartment and a job and being on a private plane on our way back from Mexico,” she replied.
I smiled. “But not now?”
She rolled her eyes. I wasn’t sure, though, if it was in annoyance or pleasure. The dichotomy was enthralling. “Ah,” she gasped, rolling her head back into the seat and admitting, “Now too.”
Working my finger out of her wetness slowly, I pulled it from her shorts and brought it to my mouth to smear on my lips before licking it off. “Mmm. You taste special, little one.” Her eyelids fluttered. “Take those shorts off so I can have some more.”
“Special?” she asked while doing so. I helped as soon as she got the material past her ass.
I didn’t wait to answer, instead, grabbing her by the hips and dragging her until it met the edge of the seat and put my mouth to her. “Special,” I affirmed there, pulling back slightly after eating for a few seconds. “Enough to taunt me. Enough to tease me. Enough to lure me in a way nothing has for forty years.”
Her eyes were unnaturally wide when I looked up to her face. “And I’m not just talking about this perfect pussy, little one.”