My heart flutters in my chest at that, my thighs squeezing together. “What would those be?” I ask, trying to sound only mildly interested. “And what makes you think I’m willing to ‘please your every whim’?”
“I’ve agreed to what you want,” Connor says, the smirk still lingering on his full lips. “Fair’s fair, Saoirse. And I’ve never had a woman I was sleeping with on a private jet with me.”
I laugh. “You want to go back to the bedroom? Join the mile-high club?”
“No. And yes.” Connor’s smile widens as mine falters.
“What—” I look around, just in time to see the attendant walking down the aisle towards us. “Connor, she’llsee! Or did you mean in the bathroom?” My mind is swirling with possibilities, an anxious knot tightening in my stomach at the same time that I feel excitement pooling there, too, wondering what Connor is coming up with.
“Excuse me,” Connor says, motioning to the attendant. “Can you give my wife and me some privacy for a while? We won’t need anything for some time. I’ll press the button if your services are necessary.”
“Of course, sir,” she says brightly, a smile plastered on her face as she turns on her heel to walk away from us, and I feel my cheeks starting to turn pink.
“Now she knows, Connor!” I swallow hard, my pulse fluttering anxiously in my throat. Still, I can’t deny that I can feel myself getting wet at the idea of the flight attendant in the back room, thinking about what my gorgeous husband might be doing to me that requiresprivacy.
“We’re anormalhusband and wife,” he says with a grin. “On our honeymoon, Saoirse. This is what you wanted, right? For me to treat you the way I would a woman I wanted to be with?”
I take a deep breath, nodding. “Yes,” I whisper, and his eyes gleam.
“Then pull down the top of your dress, Saoirse. Show me your breasts.”
I stare at him, my eyes widening. “I—”
“I know you’re not wearing a bra underneath. It’s chilly on board, and I’ve been able to see the outline of your nipples the entire time we’ve been sitting here talking. Trust me, I’ve been looking,” he adds, his voice full of desire, and my heart leaps in my chest. “Show me your tits, Saoirse, or we can call this whole thing off and go back to our arrangement. Sex for the purpose of knocking you up and nothing more, which certainly doesn’t involve exposing yourself for my pleasure on a private jet.”
The way he says it, his accent thickening slightly as he speaks, makes my pulse race. It sounds so wanton, so luxuriously erotic, and I can feel the silky material of my panties clinging between my thighs as arousal rushes through me.
Slowly, I push the thick straps of the dress off of my shoulders, baring the slim pale curves of them, letting Connor see. I’ve always liked my shoulders and collarbone. I enjoy running my fingers over my skin, allowing the straps to fall as I tug the material down over my breasts, letting them slip out.
My nipples harden instantly in the cool air, stiff and rosy. I see Connor’s jaw tighten, the thick ridge of his erection rising against his fly. He’s so big that it’s impossible not to see if he gets hard, and I can see that he’s already fully aroused—just from seeing my breasts.
“Perfect,” he breathes, and I glow under the sound of his pleased voice. “Good girl. Now play with your nipples for me. Pinch them, tease them; I don’t care. Just let me watch while you get them nice and hard.”
His hand falls to his groin, rubbing the bulge there as he strokes his cock through his pants, his blue eyes keen on my breasts.
I’m already aching to the core, drenched and hollow with need. I bring my fingers to my nipples, obediently teasing them as Connor watches with a heated gaze. I pinch and roll them between my thumb and forefingers, feeling the deep throb of pleasure in my clit as I arch my back a little, squirming as I bite back a moan.
“No, let me hear,” Connor growls, sliding down his zipper. “Moan for me, Saoirse. Let me hear how good it feels.”
I wouldn’t have been able to help it much longer anyway. After a week without him touching me, I feel almost ravenous, aching for him.What is it going to feel like when he doesn’t touch me at all anymore? Will anyone else be able to ease it?
I push the thoughts away, letting myself moan as I meet Connor’s gaze, enjoying the desire there. “What else?” I whisper, and his eyes gleam wickedly.
“Spread your legs,” he says hoarsely. “Let me see what panties you have on under that dress, Saoirse. Or did you not wear any?”
“Of course, I have panties on,” I retort, dropping my hands from my breasts as I obediently spread my thighs for him, hitching my skirt up a little as I do. As much as I protested, I’m enjoying being displayed like this, my breasts bare, my thighs parted as his gaze lands between them, on the pale blue, slippery material that is now drenched with my arousal.
“Already so wet,” Connor growls, and I flush, knowing he can see. “Take them off for me, Saoirse, and hand them to me.”
My thighs squeeze shut, and I flush. “I’ll just go to the bathroom, then—”
“No.” His answer is sharp, immediate. “Right here.Now.”
I shiver. The commanding tone of his voice sends ripples of pleasure through me, and I push my skirt up slowly, reaching for the edge of my panties as I slide them down my hips.
“Give them to me,” Connor says as I pull them off, feeling the cool leather of the seat against my bare ass, and I flush deeper, but hold the silky fabric out without a word.
Without missing a beat, Connor takes them out of my hand. “Spread for me, Saoirse,” he orders as he brings the panties to his nose, breathing in the scent of my wet pussy as I feel the heat creeping up my neck into my cheeks, my eyes widening. He’s completely shameless, grinning as he sniffs my panties, and I’m so wet I can feel it on my thighs as I spread them open for him again.