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“It listens to me. I tell it what to do and it follows my instructions,” he said, leaning forward to kiss
my clitoris, now centered between his thumbs.
“Mmm, you taste so good, my darling,” he murmured, his fingers now joining his mouth, slowly
gliding in and out, agonizing me. I felt every knuckle against my most tender parts, prodding my
clitoris forward, as his mouth fully encircled me. I grabbed his head as it moved beneath me. Then I
felt that rush, fast and hot, and the mounting energy as his urgent tongue fluttered and flicked, his
fingers darting in and out. All I could do was shut my eyes and arch back, dying and shuddering as I
exploded with a new kind of pleasure, moaning into the ceiling, his tongue lapping relentlessly at me,
my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries.
“Oh my god! Oh yes … yes!” I whelped, trying to steady my legs as he urged his pants down,
rolled on a condom and eased me down. Still in a daze, I felt every vein, every ridge, as I wilted onto
his lap, my thighs straddling him in his captain’s chair, my feet barely touching the ground. A firm arm
wrapped around my back, he moved up and into me, his brown eyes pleased as he took in my body,
and I faced the fucking front of the plane and the window and, holy shit, would you look at that
view! No, don’t look. Close your eyes, Dauphine. Don’t look!
“How much higher can this plane go?” I asked as he sped up his thrusts. Oh! The feeling of
fullness!
“Much higher,” he whispered, as he began to grind hard beneath me, his hips gyrating, his arms
weighing my hips down. “You just have to know how to drive it properly. You just have to have a feel
for the plane, and its limits.”
With that, he turned fierce, and our bodies began pulsing harder on the chair. I grabbed the back to
gain leverage.
“Oh god.”
“Can you feel how hard I am, Dauphine, how hard you make me?” he groaned, pumping up into me,
holding me down to increase the friction of his pelvis against my clit.
“Yes! Oh yes. There,” I murmured, but he knew. He didn’t need my instructions.
I felt the heat building behind my belly button again, and again I came, falling forward as he turned
the room into a blur, gripping my hips to take his own pleasure with a fierce resignation that came just
after mine. He shuddered to a blissful stop, panting, my torso draping over him.
“That was incredible,” he said, breathless too, running his fingers across my back as it rose and
fell. I opened my eyes to the windows again, clusters of lights below signaling sleepy towns full of
people with no idea what was happening in the darkening clouds above their heads. And I was okay
and the plane was okay and we were so alive.
“Better get you dressed, my darling. I’m afraid we went a little over schedule.”
He carefully lifted me off him and bent to hand me my sweater. As he stood to pull up his uniform
pants and tuck and button his own shirt, I stepped into my panties and pulled my skirt up, fingercombing
my hair back into its ponytail. We exchanged grins, each of us kind of proud of the other.
By the time Eileen knocked a few minutes later, the only thing that might have given us away, had
Captain Nathan not snatched it from the floor and placed it under the plastic cap of an empty
Styrofoam cup, was the condom. Then he reached around me for the handle to the cockpit door and
pulled it open. I gave Eileen my widest, most guileless smile, my arms behind my back, my bracelet
scratching the plastic wall.
“How is your visit going? A lot less stressed about flying, I hope?”
“Very much so,” I said. “Captain Nathan has taken the fear right out of me.”