Chapter 55

Relief surged through him as he curled his arms around her. "Boy you're going to regret saying that one, sweetheart. I'll hold you to it."

She curled around him, hugging him just as closely. "I only say what I mean, Pony. Never doubt my words,” she punctuated her words with kisses, “ever."

The words were there, he wanted to say them. He'd never given them to anyone but his parents. No woman had ever been worth the words. Instead he busied her mouth with kisses and soft touches until she eased against him. He pulled her lower body closer, hardening inside of her. "Now let me show you a thing or two about these plush seats..."

Half an hour later, he dragged his sweaty cheek away from her inner thigh and groaned his way off the bank of seats along the side of the plane. Crawling to the ice chest he went for the Coke instead of the bubbly, knowing he'd need a bit of sugar boost to recover from their rather frenzied lovemaking.

He glanced over his shoulder at her splayed legs and the arm she had thrown over her eyes. Her chest was still heaving from the last orgasm he'd given her, he thought with satisfaction. Pouring two glasses he walked over to her and pressed the cold glass high on her inner thigh.

She shrieked, attempting to sit up, but she was still wobbly with the remains of the endless orgasm he’d pulled out of her. "Now that was just,” she slowly sat up, "cold."

Laughing he stepped into the puddle his jeans had landed in, zipping them enough to keep them at his hips and dropped on the seat next to her. Lifting her legs to drape over his thighs, he set his glass on the small table and kneaded his thumbs along her calf. "You look good, lying there all deliciously fucked, babe."

She took a much needed sip of the glass of coke he'd handed her and then giggled, "I feel good lying here all deliciously fucked." With a gentle waggle of her brows she rubbed the ball of her foot along his leg a moment as she memorized his relaxed state. She’d seen the exhaustion in his eyes the minute he’d gotten out of the customs line. Even though he’d been happy to see her, she’d seen the bone deep tired sitting on his shoulders.

"I needed this," he sighed and let his hand trail up and down her calf, then on a return circuit to her knee. "You're good for me," he said with a soft smile. "And when I let you out of the beach house you'll make me look even better walking next to me along the water."

A fine brow arched slightly as she reached out to caress his cheek. "Oh yeah, like you need LOADS of help looking good there." She hooked her foot over his hip and transferred herself onto his lap, laying her head on his shoulder. "But I appreciate the compliment."

"Lains, you'd make a corpse look good, but that's not exactly what I meant."

She tilted her head slightly and looked up at him, "Oh then, what did you mean?” She smoothed his curling hair over his shoulder, down along his chest. “Pretend I’ve got blonde streaks like Moptop." She giggled softly, as she snuggled back into his strength.

"Something about you makes the world a little brighter. I've known lots of women," he gave her a warning glance. "Not all in the carnal sense either. I just have known a lot of jaded people and you still have this sense of sexy fun that I haven't been around for a good long time."

She reached up and kissed him lightly, "You seem to bring out the best in me then."

"Well I know I bring out the best screams anyway," he said wolfishly and gathered her in to nibble on her neck and tickle her sides.

She squirmed as he tickled her, her breathing hitched as she tried to catch her breath between the laughs. Her hands glided along his sides, attempting to find a spot to do a bit of payback.

"Oh, no you don't," he said and stood with her in his arms. He let her slide down his body. "I need food," he said with a teasing light in his eyes as her legs circled one thigh tightly.

She looked up at him, a soft pout on her lips. "Well…” she looked over his shoulder, “we seem to have cheese and fruit. What’s your pleasure lover?"

He caught the twinkle in her eye as she spotted the food. His grin widened. "You, as my plate, is good for starters."

Her eyes gleamed as she walked over to the platters and brought back both fruit and cheese and handed it to him. Moving to the couch she slowly stretched out, arranging her body so her back was arched and her tummy flat. "Plates ready." She grinned wickedly and winked. "Whenever you are."

His eyes heated. For fuck's sake he was twenty-seven years old and as randy as a teenager around her. He gathered up the berries off the plate and made a spiral starting with her belly button. "Now let's see..."

A soft hiss fell from her lips as the cool berries touched rapidly heating skin, her tongue slowly wetting her lips as she watched him arrange his snack. "Interesting design there."

He knelt down next to her and leaned in, letting the tip of his tongue curl under the raspberry at the edge of her flat stomach first, before he popped it in his mouth. "I like curved edges," he said and dipped in again.

She whimpered as his tongue lightly brushed her skin in berry retrieval, her body trembling with each careful swipe as his eyes heated to a golden brown. "You even make eating berries a fun thing to experience."

He went for a strawberry next, circling around the deep red, lush skin until he'd tasted every millimeter around it before he bit through and felt the juice spray from the meaty white middle. He leaned up and shared half of the dripping berry, letting it slide along her lower lip before his lips met hers.

She took the offered berry, groaning before she licked the sticky sweetness from his lips and chin. "Mmm, yummy.

"It's gettin' there," he grinned and went back for the juice that was dribbling down her hip. He used the flat of his tongue to collect it all in one lick.

She shivered, her head tilting back as her eyes fluttered close. She drifted on a sea of sensation, each ripple and wave bringing her closer to the edge that never seemed far out of reach with his touch.

The slow catch and release of a berry here, a raspberry there and the silky rasp of his tongue on her belly had his cock so hard he thought he was going to bust through the front of his jeans and the leg rests of the bench. When he finally made it to the center, he crawled up on the couch and nudged the cherry up her stomach, making sure to flash a little tongue action along her belly button ring before he headed to her breasts.

Balancing the perfectly round sinful black-red cherry in between her breasts he made a detour. Grinning down at her, he hovered over her breast. "Now don’t move. Gotta keep that cherry balanced.” He curled his tongue around the tight pink tip, sucking hard. “Your nipple taste just like strawberries," he murmured as he let it pop from his mouth.

She giggled softly. "Didn't your mama ever tell you not to play with your food?" She reached up and took the cherry between two fingers to trace his lips with it as she slowly sat up.

He leaned back on his knees between her thighs, letting his tongue come out to flick at the cherry as his head fell back.

She slowly moved until she was on her knees, her hands pushing him back. "Now stay there gorgeous."