Chapter 2

 

Monty

 

 

She doesn’t respond. I don’t think she can. Her legs are wrapped around my torso. She wants me.

I know she wants me. I can feel it. Sense it. Is she bold enough to tell me what she wants? Probably not. I’m the one who usually makes the advances, not her. Maybe with a little coaching, she’ll get there. In the meantime, she closes her eyes and tries to control her urges, but nothing can tame that wild side of her like I can.

“Cherish.”

“Yes,” she answers barely above a whisper. She can hardly talk for wanting me so much. “Oh, you asked me something, didn’t you?”

“I did.”

“Wha—what did you say—I mean—ask? What did you ask me?”

Her amorous gaze falls to my lips then back to my eyes.

Her eyes sparkle with desire. She attempts to hide it by glancing away from me but I know it well. Knows when she wants me.

I’m surprised by her need. I kept her up pretty late into the morning hours making her body quiver, tremble and convulse beneath mine. Listening to her moan and utter my name in varying degrees of screams and groans. We barely got three hours of rest before having to eat breakfast, jump in the limo then board the jet. Now, she wants me again…

And her desire has rubbed off on me because I want her just as equally. I could never turn down her advances. Her legs are already opened and wrapped around me. All I have to do is give her what she wants.

But I want her to tell me what she wants. I want to hear her say it.

“Cherish.”

“Yes?”

“What do you want, baby?”

“Wha—what do you mean?” she asks.

“You know what I mean. What do you want?”

“I—” She gnaws her bottom lip. “I—”

“Do you want me?” I ask her.

She looks at me, stares into my eyes at first, then her gaze rolls down to my lips. “Yes,” she remarks softly as if she has to keep her voice stifled.

“Then tell me,” I urge her. I want her to feel comfortable with her sensuality – her needs and wants of me. If she wants me, I want to know she wants me and I want her to feel comfortable communicating that.

“Cherish.”

“Yes?”

“Tell me.”

“I want you. I want you to—to make love to me, Monty.”

I slide my tongue into her mouth immediately after she says my name. While her legs are snaked around me, I stand and carry her to the bedroom. All the while she’s kissing my face, breathing heavily, nipping at my neck and nibbling on my ear.

We strip to our bare skin and fall on the bed. She shows more aggression than normal as if the altitude has enhanced her libido.

She’s learning how to kiss me. Knows what I like. Tongue, and lots of it. And pressure. Can’t forget the pressure. She gives me that, too.

Her heart’s racing. I can feel her pulse beating out of control.

She deepens the kiss. She’s going crazy, kissing me like the world is about to end. Like she’s never kissed me before. Like she can’t get enough. She pulls back to breathe. Our eyes connect briefly. Desire swims heavily in her brown beauties.

We’re so into the kiss, it’s the only way our bodies are intimately connected at the moment – that is until she wiggles her tight, little body from beneath me to straddle me instead. She guides me to her center, takes me in and I think we both lose our minds at the same time. I know for a certainty I have when I tunnel through her channel. There’s no feeling better than this.

Something like a growl comes out of my mouth. I sit up and wrap my arms around her, deepening our connection.

She whimpers.

Purrs and whimpers.

Chest to chest, she rides me. She shows no hesitancy. There’s only confidence and need.

“Good girl,” I tell her, pulling her into me. I’m so deep, we may as well share blood types. We’re one. We’re high. We’re on cloud nine.

Literally.

She’s moving her hips, taking me in a way she never has before. The way she’s handling me. It’s a lot to handle – I know this – but she came with her ‘A’ game and is up for the challenge. It took her a while to reach this level but she’s here, riding me into another dimension.

She’s moaning and carrying on. Whimpers come when I get a good grip on her hips, squeeze her bottom and taste the tips of her softness bouncing in my face.

We hit turbulence, or perhaps we’re the cause of it. Whatever the case, it doesn’t disturb us. Her body bursts into an explosion as she cries out for me. Her head falls back. She screams to the plane’s ceiling.

With a fistful of her hair, I make her look at me. I love to see her face when she’s in the throes of passion. To see what I’ve done to her. Her muscles clench and squeeze. I feel my body responding, jolting me into a release so massive, so potent, I feel like it could blow a hole into this plane. The sheer magnitude of it nearly blinds me. I’ve never made love on a plane. Maybe it’s why the feeling is so different. So strong. All-encompassing. I feel every spasm, every nerve. I feel tingles down my spine and in my toes.

Though it all, she never stops. She’s on autopilot trying to reach a good cruising altitude.

She takes. She takes. She takes.

Doesn’t bother me any. I want her satisfied.

She screams again and chomps down on my neck. Her nails sink into my shoulders. She triggers me into an explosion that’s more mind-bending than the first. For a second time, I spill inside of her.

“Cherish!”

“Monty,” she cries faintly into my ear. She sniffles and drawls out, “Oh, Monty. Oh, baby. I love you so much. Ahh…mmm…ooh...baby…”

“I love you, too, Cherish.”

I take her lips as a low groan rumbles through me. I’m not sure what heaven is like, but I do believe we were just there.

We still are.

I lie back on the bed. She collapses, her breasts melt into my chest as her body covers me like a warm, damp blanket.

“I don’t think you’ve ever wanted me so much,” I tell her while my fingertips stroke the tenderness of her back. “Are you okay, baby?”

“I am now,” she says lifting her head to leave kisses on my chest.

“What’s gotten into you? Hunh?”

“Nothing,” she responds, still breathing heavily.

“Don’t say nothing. It’s definitely something.”

“I just wanted you. You turn me on with your beard, sexy lips and green eyes that have me hypnotized. And muscles,” she says gliding her fingers down the length of my arm. “You have muscles for days. Don’t act like you’re not aware of what you do to me.”

“I’m innocent,” I say.

She chuckles. “You’re many things, Monty. Innocent isn’t one of them.”

“You certainly weren’t innocent tonight, but I enjoyed making love with you. The altitude got you all wild and whatnot, huh?”

“It’s not the altitude. It’s you. You’re my crush. I’m married to the man I’ve always wanted but never thought I could have.”

“You never thought you could have me?”

“No.”

“And now I’m all yours.”

“Are you?” she asks.

“Yes, baby. All yours,” I answer without reading too much into her question. I’m hoping there’s no substance there since we’ve already had this conversation before. She’s mine, I’m hers and anything outside of that is irrelevant.

“I love you, Montgomery.”

“I know you do, baby. I love you the same. I mean it.”