Chapter 53

"Ohh I like the flesh colored stuff best, Pony." As they walked into the private area she finally began to relax, finally realizing that yep he was here and she had him all to herself for awhile.

Richie herded her in front of him to go through customs first. He watched her perky little butt wiggle up to the counter and charm the stoic looking agent until he smiled and passed her through. He, as always, got the third degree about where he was going and why...the long hair would forever be a thing to overcome when it came to the plain-janes of the day. Finally he followed her through the gate and hustled her down the hallway to the small hanger. "Your chariot awaits, beautiful."

"Hmm and I thought my ride was walking behind me," fell from her lips before she thought twice about it. She shook her head as it began to sink in that they would have the plane to themselves.

He let her go ahead of him again, and couldn't wait when she gingerly stepped up each of the steep stairs. He lifted her, swinging her up into his arms as he maneuvered her into the cabin.

"Mr. Sambora, I trust everything is as you wanted?" The captain smiled as they entered the plush quarters of the plane. Champagne chilled in a bucket, a small array of fruit and cheeses sat on chilled trays and a two liter of Coke sat in a second bucket for a late night pick-me-up.

"Perfect, my man, thanks!" Richie waited for the captain to head into the cockpit before he eased Elena into a butter soft, leather seat. "We have a good twenty minutes before takeoff. Just what should we do?"

She wiggled back slightly to get comfortable her head tilting up, "Why I just don't know." A silky grin grew into a full smile as she lifted her mouth for a kiss. "I’m sure we'll think of something."

He caught her mouth in a slow, thorough kiss. No audience now, no interruptions, just her soft mouth under his. He sipped from her, enjoying the taste of her, learning her again as he settled against her.

Her hands slid up his chest, teasing the skin along the opening of his shirt before moving up to tangle in his hair. "You have awesome ideas on how to pass time."

"I missed your taste," he murmured against her mouth, his lips still brushing back and forth as he caught her tongue in a slow, sliding kiss. He tipped up his mouth and banged into his own Stetson laying low on her brow. He flicked it off, smoothing his hand down her silky thigh until he could pull it up over his hip. His mouth moved down her neck to her shoulder. "Sweet here," he said on a grumble. "Salty here," he kissed between her breasts, tugging down the shirt. "And dark here," he said as he nosed down her belly to the line of her belt. His nails skimmed over the outside of her thigh as she opened for him naturally. "And you taste like a promise here,” he said as his nose brushed along the inside of her thigh.

Her heart began to pound as her blood raced like liquid heat in her veins. Soft whimpers rumbled in her throat, her hands catching in his hair. "You’re teasing me Pony..." Her voice was whispery and nearly breathless as she squirmed to get closer.

"Well teasing is only step one, I have at least ten more scenarios in my head for each night I spent alone."

Her head tilted back, showing the line of her neck. "And I get benefit of all those thoughts, hmm?" She grinned up at him. "Gotta admit, I like how this is starting." She arched up, her skin flushing with each new touch. "Show me what you came up with, big guy."

Gingerly because they didn't have anything else for her to wear, he tugged the skirt low in her hips, unfastening the buckle and zipper before he eased it down her golden thighs. He groaned at the matching purple thong she wore under the warm leather. The simple lace strings stretched high on her hips making her legs look impossibly long. His fingers trailed down to her boots, but didn't unzip those. He kind of liked her just in the boots.

He nuzzled against her belly and slowly rolled down her panties until he saw the soft line of hair that led to her center. He grinned as he saw that she was already wet for him and gave her a quick flick of the tip of his tongue, just enough to tease her and him with the taste of her again.

A soft gasp left her as her back arched up from the soft leather of the seat. She wet her suddenly dry lips as he tasted her. She knew it wasn’t going to take long to build the heat that would have her crying out his name.

He nosed back up her belly, letting the matching amethyst belly ring roll around the tip of his tongue before he pushed up the slinky shirt. The back of the shirt left little doubt to her braless state and he groaned when he found the water soft underside of her breast.

He gently scraped the material up over the rigid nipples and caught one in his mouth as he cupped the other. She was so soft and nearly fragile; he started to slow down his touch.

She whimpered as he slowed, his touch easing where she needed his passion. She moved against him, the fever inside of her left her shaky as she pressed herself into his hand. “It’s been so long,” she panted, “so long and I need you so much.” She cupped the back of his head and pulled him into a deep, intense kiss. Pulling back from the kiss she felt her frustration rise. “Please Pony, I won’t break for God sakes.”