Errol
I love to do wild things, but even I have never shagged a lass in my DC-3 while we're in the air. Why haven't I done that? It's exactly the sort of thing I would do. Most women never get past my method of driving, so they never get to meet Marilyn or take a ride with me in my World War II era plane. Ashley was terrified, but she wanted to come with me anyway. She initiated the explosive sex we had at Dùndubhan the other night. And as soon as I suggested fucking in flight, she agreed immediately.
I could fall in love with this woman.
Ashley bends her knees and slowly lowers her body onto myslat. My pulse accelerates from the feel of her heat surrounding me and the knowledge that this lass is about to ride me like the naughtiest cowgirl on earth. I groan when she finally has sunk herself all the way onto me. I can still taste the flavor of her on my tongue, and the scent of her lust for me surrounds us like the most intoxicating perfume. I've never craved any other woman like this, but ever since we shagged for the first time, I couldnae stop thinking about doing it again.
She begins to rock her hips, and the friction of our bodies merging makes me breathe harder and grasp her hips to encourage the lass to move faster. But she doesn't. She sets her hands on my shoulders and keeps rocking in a leisurely rhythm with her gaze locked on mine and her lips parted.
Bod an Donais, I need to kiss her.
The lass sinks deeper into my lap and slows her movements even more, as if she means to relish every moment to the fullest. I want that too, but I donnae have the willpower. It takes all my self-control to stop myself from thrusting up to fuck her harder and faster. Since I've tasked myself with not doing that, I grit my teeth and push my hands up under her shirt until I feel the edge of her bra, then I reach behind her back to unhook the clasps. A wee gasp escapes her lips. I slide my hands inside the cups of her bra to push them out of the way, and her tits spill into my palms. Cannae resist flicking my thumbs across her nipples.
"Oh," she gasps. "Don't stop, Errol."
Does she think I could stop even if I wanted to? I couldnae, and I donnae want to. So I palm her tits and massage them gently. "Faster,gràidh, faster. Willnae last much longer. Let go and be the wild woman who fucked me on the green."
"I loved that."
She digs her fingers into my shoulders and bounces on my cock, her breathing hectic and her sharp cries growing louder every moment. Then she suddenly shifts to rocking wildly back and forth, and I pinch her nipples to make her cry out again. She shouts my name, riding me with abandon, throwing her head back so her hair lashes my face. Donnae care. I shove a hand between her folds to pinch her clit.
A strangled scream bursts out of her, and her body grips myslatover and over, the spasms powerful enough to make me shout. I grasp her hips and punch into her twice more until I come inside her, shouting as the rapid-fire spasms in my cock force me to spend myself deep inside her hot sheath.Mhac na galla, that was incredible.
The lass falls into a heap on top of me, her head on my shoulder. "Wow, Errol, I didn't think anything could be as good as the first time. I was wrong."
"Aye, it was just as good. Next time, we'll do even better."
For a few minutes, we just sit here recovering from the intensity of that bloody incredible poke. I hadn't intended to take her again, but Ashley is the sexiest woman I've ever met. I can't control myself when I'm with her. Does that mean something? No, it only means that I enjoy her body and her passion.
"Best climb off me, lass," I say. "Need to turn off the autopilot and prepare for landing."
She raises her head to look at me. "I told you we would never have sex again, that this was strictly business. But I just ripped that idea to shreds and threw the pieces out the window."
"It's all right." I smile and palm her erse. "I don't mind if you want to use my body for your own pleasure."
"You're giving me an out. Why?"
"Because I like you, Ashley. Let's not overanalyze a fantastic poke."
"Okay." She crawls onto her own seat and struggles to get back into her clothes. As she ties her shoelaces, she glances at me sideways. "Will we be landing on another grass strip?"
"No. We will land on an actual runway." I switch off the autopilot and take hold of the wheel. "The Manchester airport hasn't heard about my unique style of flying."
"It's more like your unique style of living."
"Aye, that's an accurate assessment."
"How long until we land?"
I check the clock on my mobile. "Forty-five minutes, give or take. Depends on whether they've had delays for other flights. Donnae worry. We will get there on time."
"What if our landing is delayed?"
I give her my best naughty smile. "Then once we do land, I'll drive extremely fast. You'll be screaming, though not in ecstasy this time, and we will arrive at our destination by ten o'clock."
"Good. I believe you will do that."
"And you aren't going to complain about my driving?"