I lifted my wine glass to her. “No, just some privacy. Please close the main cabin privacy screen. We’ll be good until we get to New York. Or better yet…give me the bottle of wine and then close it.”
Molly pulled her hand from mine and unbuckled her seat belt. The sharp rising and falling of her chest had her breasts bouncing a little, and that was all it took. I might not have had time to give her a proper dicking that morning, but she was sure as fuck getting it now.
She was so far beyond anything I’d imagined, and the things she’d let me do to her over the last few weeks were mind blowing. She was a lady in the streets and a slut in my bed.
Only my bed.
“Here you go, sir.” The attendant gave us a shy smile and closed the door. That’s all we needed. She was mine. I just had to figure out how the fuck to keep her forever.
Chapter Twenty
Molly
The second the attendant closed the door, my heart leaped to the top of my throat to beat there. Alfie loosened the tie around his neck with a grin that made my knees feel weak.
“Private enough for you?” he questioned, huskily.
“Private enough,” I said thickly and tried to control the trembling in my hands when I reached up to undo the buttons of my blouse. “I get the feeling that you have done this before in your airplane.”
“I haven’t,” Alfie said, matter-of-factly. “I haven’t done anything like this in a long time, believe it or not.”
He tossed his tie into the seat in front of us. My breath caught in my throat when he leaned down on his knees between my legs, nudging them apart so he sat comfortably between them. His hands smoothed down the inside of my thighs, squeezing softly.
I leaned forward to kiss him, but I was stopped short when Alfie placed a hand on my shoulder. He grinned at the confused look I gave him before nudging me to lay back on the small couch.
“What are you—”
“Don’t question it,” he murmured. “Just relax and enjoy this.”
He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought he meant. I couldn’t breathe as Alfie’s hands gripped my thighs and jerked, pulling me down a little more. He scooted me to the edge of the couch without batting an eyelash before pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.
He did mean it.
Nerves crashed over me as Alfie’s hot lips trailed up the inside of my thigh without any of indication of stopping. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. I felt even more exposed than before, but the thrill of it only enhanced the arousal I could feel coating the inside of my thighs.
“Try to keep quiet,” Alfie said and glanced up with a smile. “And come when I tell you to. Not before and not after.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond. His head ducked between my legs smoothly before a wet tongue pressed up against my pussy. Liquid pleasure shot through my veins. Alfie’s mouth was steady and without mercy as he sucked and licked me until keeping quiet proved to be a challenge.
Sweat beaded along the back of my neck as my fingers threaded through Alfie’s hair to keep myself grounded in reality. It seemed impossible that this man could make me feel so much pleasure without much effort on his part, but he did. He did it without even trying. His quiet and dominant confidence was something that I craved.
The steady rhythm of his tongue and mouth against me intimately brought me closer to that pinnacle I longed to reach. The muscles in my lower stomach clenched in preparation for it, but Alfie lifted his head abruptly to grin at me when I groaned in disappointment.
“Not yet. I want more of you.” He watched me as he ran his fingers down my slit, dipping them into me. I lifted my hips and moaned as white hot passion surged deep in my stomach again. “Such a naughty girl, love.”
“Only for you,” I moaned and gripped the seat handles. “Taste me again. Take me over.”
He smiled, owning me far more than he knew. “So bossy.”
“Needy. There’s a difference.” I opened my legs wider, and he moved in, sucking and licking at my wet flesh as his finger drove into me at a steady pace.
“Come, Molly. Let yourself go for me.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I moaned loudly and rocked against him, letting every deep desire flood forth. My body clenched, and delicious electricity sparked in my stomach and raced out to coat me in ecstasy.
“So good,” I whimpered and reached out to touch the side of his face after he stopped lapping at my mound.
“I’d agree.” He moved back to his seat and let out a long sigh. “God, you’re almost too much for me.”