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My cock is a solid length of desire, my entire body aching as I gaze at my woman's plump ass and glistening sex. Her petals shimmer with wetness, her juices making me want to bury my face against her, lick, indulge, possess.
Instead, I bring the vibrator to her core. She rests her hands on the door of the helicopter, gasping when I press the thrumming end against her sensitive nub. She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyebrows arching.
I hold her gaze, massaging her sex.
"Like in the book," I growl. "I can see how close you are. It's understandable that maintaining control is difficult for you. I can see how desperately you want to let go...Just like in the book.But you're not going to. Not until you feel my dick spreading your perfect lips."
I move the vibrator up and down slowly. Outside the window, the Grand Canyon stretches before us. The distant figures of people move like ants on the opposite edge, adding an illicit thrill to everything.
When she shivers, her round, beautiful ass quivers for me.
"Fu-fuck," she says, moving her hips frantically.
I can't help myself. I reach out, grab her luscious ass, massage her curves as I continue lavishing attention on her with the toy. Her stockings drive me wild, the fabric clinging to her skin, accentuating how gorgeously voluptuous she is.
Her eyes close tight, and I recall the book, the quotes I read from online discussion boards. When I move the vibrator away and say, "No, not yet," I realize the research was worthwhile.
She bites her lip in that classic Sera way. "Luke..."
"You know what you need," I snarl.
Switching off the vibrator, I unbutton my pants. She turns, giving me a view of her full breasts, the bra wedged beneath them, pushing them up and emphasizing her curves.
"Did you read the whole scene?" she asks, panting.
I shake my head. "I found a forum discussion of it."
"Did you know that she... helps him?"
My hands tremble as I push my pants down. My cock springs free, thicker and harder than I've ever been, engorged with desire.
"Helps him," I repeat.
"After he almost makes her come, she takes him... in her mouth."
"Are you pausing on purpose to drive me even crazier?" I groan. "Because it's working."
She laughs. "Maybe I'm shy."
"Shy, Sparkplug? You?"
She slowly kneels and wraps her hand around my cock. I gasp, a trembling breath escaping as I stare down at her. She brings her mouth to the head, kissing my tip, then sliding her lips down around it.
I groan as she bobs her head, looking up at me. As she pleasures me, she takes control. I couldn't stop this if I wanted to, even if the helicopter suddenly took off.
"You've got my cock good and wet," I groan. "Now I need your pussy. I need to slide in—slide deep—until you're soaked and ready to shatter. You ready for me?"
She pulls back, licks her lips, and nods. I can see the nerves in my Sparkplug, but she's fighting to overcome them, refusing to surrender to doubt.
"Remember," I growl, grabbing her shoulders, lifting her up, and turning her around. I bite down on her neck just like the hero did in the book, then whisper against her ear, "You belong to me. Your body. Your soul. And most of all..."
Reaching down, I grip the base of my cock and guide myself to her entrance. I keep one arm wrapped around her just like in the book, holding her against me, letting her feel my heart pounding against her back.
Her moan is heavenly as I slip into her warmth. My precome, her saliva, and the slickness of her core create a smooth entrance, my length gliding all the way in, my tip pushing deep. We remain still as I angle myself to penetrate her completely.
"Now," I say fiercely. "And only now you can come for me."
"Oh, Luke," she whimpers. "Fuck, Luke,Luke..."