“What sorts of ideas?” I reply, making my voice confident, somehow able to after what we shared yesterday.
He looks back at me, a warm tilt to his lips. “Ideas that would make us both crazy. You’re riding up front with me.”
Before I know it, he’s given me a jumpsuit to zip over my clothes.
I wriggle into it, aware of how isolated we are, the city on the other side of the water, the surrounding helipads empty, just us and the stretching concrete.
I move my hips, side to side, looking over my shoulder. He stands a few feet away, staring at the movement, his hands bunched into fists at his sides.
“Are you trying to drive me insane?” he says, voice trembling.
A rush of power fills me, my whole body pulsing, starting with my core screaming in joy.
It’s like I’ve crushed the crush, taken control, his eyes locked on me, his solid body throbbing, his manhood pushing through the outline of his pants.
“You’re hypnotic,” he says.
“I’m just putting my jumpsuit on,” I say innocently.
He smiles, shaking his head, more like an animal baring its teeth like he’s trying to work out the primal need, but he can’t. “You’re lucky I don’t come over there.”
I swallow, nerves trying to stop the next bit.
All I’m doing is wriggling into my jumpsuit…that’s what anybody watching would think. But there’s a silent dance happening between me and my man, my lover, my one-day husband, the future father to my children.
“What would you do?” I ask finally.
“Get in the helicopter,” he says, “and I’ll tell you.”
I pull on my jumpsuit and then walk over to the helicopter.
He reaches down and grabs my hips, lifting me off my feet as though I weigh nothing. I squeal as his strong hands sink into my body, as he squeezes and lifts and then lowers me into the seat.
Gasping, I feel like I’ve already been for a ride.
“You’re so strong,” I say, sounding giddy, silly, and not caring.
“Any excuse to touch you.”
He walks around to the other side, climbs in, and straps himself into the seat. I do the same as he flicks switches and messes with dials, his hands moving quickly and skillfully as my heart starts to pound harder in my chest.
“Don’t forget,” he says, leaning back and grabbing the joystick. “I still need to tell you what I want to do.”
I press my legs together as my clit pulses, my body still tingling from how sexy he made me feel…his intense,obsessedgaze aimed at me.
The helicopter vibrates as the blades begin to turn, getting more intense the faster they go. I breathe in fits and starts, trying to calm myself down as lust scorches my body at the same time.
“It’s okay.” He reaches over and places his hand on my leg. “Just listen to my voice. I’ll relax you before we fly. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes,” I say, as the helicopter vibrates beneath me, Silas’ hand moving further up my leg toward my aching sex, his touch warm through the jumpsuit.
He pushes his hand down over my core through the material, the helicopter’s vibration making his hand judder against me.
I bite down, my pussy hot and leaking, soaking through my panties and pants, everything fixated on the feeling.
We didn’t touch yesterday, kiss, or do anything.
It all comes bursting out now.