Chapter 56

She slid from the couch and went to the bucket and picked up a piece of ice and slipped it into her mouth before returning to push him back against the cushions. Settling on his lap, she leaned forward to slowly tease his neck with the coolness of her tongue. At his low groan, she slid down until she found one hard nipple, letting the ice melt a little, drinking the stream of water off his chest before latching on and tonguing the ice chip against his tight tip. He jerked and she smiled up at him, as she trailed her way over to the next one and repeated the process.

When his hand fisted in her hair, she let a purr free in her throat as she slowly slid down the middle of his chest and over his belly, her tongue again reaching out to swirl its coolness in his belly button before moving lower. Her hands creeping up along his legs to unzip him the rest of the way.

Reaching underneath his hips she urged him up, tugging his jeans lower, her lips tracing each inch of flesh as it was revealed to the air, her mouth in cool opposition to his heated flesh.

"Sweet Christ," he hissed as she took him into her mouth. The chip of ice fluttered along the underside of his head before melting completely. With a gentle hand, she cupped his sac humming softly. The ice, gone now, but the coolness lingered on the flat of her tongue as she curled around the underside of him. He groaned, peeling his eyes open to watch as her head bobbed up and down slowly, her tongue swirling slowly around the tip of the head before moving along the length of him again.

His thighs burned as the silk of her hair slid across his skin with each stroke. He leaned back and watched her take him again and again. Her firm grip in direct contrast to the gentle heat of her mouth and the flash of lingering coolness on her tongue that had a groan bubbling up his throat. His head tipped back and part of him wanted to close his eyes and just enjoy, but the other half of him wanted to watch. Needed to watch as she—“Fuuck,” he groaned, rational thought a mere memory as he watched her take him again and again.

On the next move down she swallowed carefully, her throat muscles working against the satiny length as she took him deeper until she had every inch. Her nails grazing lightly up over his rock hard thighs as she slowly began the trek up, her tongue swirling over the throbbing vein underneath.

Black dots formed behind his eyelids as he let a deep, guttural groan out as he felt himself hit the back of her throat and beyond. Resisting the urge to fuck her mouth, he pulled back and quickly rolled her onto her back and slid home. He bit down on her shoulder as her tight little body took him as sweetly as her mouth. "Elena," he breathed out.

A soft moan escaped her as her legs viced around his waist, "Oh, Pony..."

He leaned on his elbows and used the friction of their bodies to rock against her. The shallow thrusts were just as effective as he felt the threads of control start to unravel.

She arched against him, her fingers tightening on his shoulders as her cries floated wildly in the cabin, her body flushed and tightened around him. "Richieeee, please."

He angled his hand between them and pressed a thumb along her clit as he plunged deeper. "Come with me," he said on a gasp. "Come with me, baby."

His gentle words were all it took as she screamed his name. Her body shook as she fell into that place where she couldn’t separate them…Each piece of her connecting with the man that gave new meaning to passion. "Oh God, Richie!"

He let go, his body taking over as he felt her clench around him in release. Praying he wouldn't leave bruises his thrusts lengthened and his hips slapped into her thighs. The tingle that started at the base of his spine exploded through him as he came. His head dropped on her shoulder as he heaved in one gasping breath after another, trying to find oxygen in the cabin.

Her arms wrapped around him as he slumped on her shoulder, her cheek pressing against his damp hair, resistant to separation even then. The ability to think, absent from her mind.

"God, I think I'm dead." He dragged in a breath. "I have to be dead, I can't feel my thighs," he said with a laugh.

A soft giggle managed to escape her chest. "You die so well though."

He leaned back a little and grinned down at her wrinkling his nose as he leaned in, leaving a quick, soft kiss on her lips before he attempted to stand. "We really have to stop attacking couches, Lains," he said and held out his hand. "Let's try out the bed in the back of the plane."

She put her hand in his and grinned as he helped her stand. "Sounds like a plan." She stumbled into him, still drunk on her orgasm. Laughing, she looked up at him. "You know, for a corpse, you’re damn hot."

He curled his arm around her shoulder. "Just think of all the savings. You'll never need the heat on around me, baby." He laughed and dragged her back into the small room in the back. He shucked his jeans and collapsed on the bed. "We've got a few hours until we land and I need a nap to recharge."

She crawled onto the bed and curled into him. "Ah, there’s my heater."

He grinned and spooned around her, instantly comfortable as she snuggled into his shoulder. He let his nose burrow into her hair as her clean scent wrapped around him. The room was quiet, the lights off and he drifted. "I love you," drifted into the night as he went under.

She snuggled closer, her eyes closing as she smiled, "Love you too big guy."