Wes teased me, taking his time, letting the anticipation of the moment build. Pushing slowly, he lifted his hips up, working his pants down. When his cock sprang out to bob slightly, my need to feel him inside me exploded to unknown heights. Reaching out, I wrapped my fingers around his cock, smiling and biting my lip. I looked into his handsome yet tense face and started stroking slowly, taking my time, knowing that I would want to relive this moment forever.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I said, rolling onto my back. “Take me, Wes.”
Wesley scooted around to let me lie more comfortably, lifting my right leg up so he could move in between my legs. Our eyes locked, and I could feel a connection form that I knew could never be broken.
Wesley smiled and aligned himself with the entrance to my pussy. His eyes stayed locked with mine as he pushed in slowly, almost agonizingly so. Despite being somewhat of a serial dater, I didn’t just sleep with anyone I dated. In fact, I hadn’t had sex in months, and I was glad he took his time.
With short, slow strokes, he worked his way inside me until his hips were pressed against mine. He kept his upper body partially propped up on his forearms, so as not to crush me, but he still kept the perfect amount of weight on me, enough that I could feel him while I could still breathe easily and freely. The whole time, his blue eyes stayed locked on me, our bond growing deeper and deeper as he began to thrust in and out. I’ve never felt such an emotional and physical wave build within me like what was happening as Wesley smoothly stroked in and out of my body.
I pulled Wesley more on top of me, my fingernails scratching at the back of his shirt, which had slipped back down when he rolled on top of me. I knew what I needed, and I kissed him hard, breaking it to whisper in his ear. “Don’t hold back. Give it to me.”
Wesley nodded, his hips speeding up as he began to pound me. I wrapped my legs around his hips, wanting more and more. We were both breathing deeply, a sheen of light sweat breaking out on our skin despite the cold inside the wrecked airplane’s cabin. A wave of pleasure grew deep in my belly, working its way higher and higher. Our eyes locked again, and our noses touched. Wes’s breath grew faster, and I could feel him start to tremble, his own body rising with me. Still, his hips sped up more, slapping hard against me and sending ripples of pleasure throughout my body.
“Yes, Wes, yes,” I whimpered quietly. Wesley’s hips slapped against me as hard as I could take, his cock driving me wild with liquid desire. With every thrust, I could feel the hard base of his cock rub against my clit, and I couldn’t hold back much longer. “Please, Wesley, I’m going to come.”
Wesley responded by speeding up to almost impossible levels, his cock obliterating all coherent thought as my body clenched and then released, my orgasm coming from me not through a scream or a growl, but a choked cry, almost a sob full of emotion. I felt him tense, and with two more tight strokes, he buried himself deep inside me, a rumbling groan starting in his chest, his cock filling me with warm seed. It felt like he came for ages, until my body felt like it couldn’t take any more.
When Wesley finally relaxed, I realized that his eyes had never left mine. Our bond was deeper than ever, our relationship forever changed. Our lips found each other again, and this time our kiss was soft and tender, his hand coming up to stroke my hair and to cup my face. Wordlessly, he smiled and rolled to the side, keeping our bodies pressed together as he pulled me into his chest. He held me for a few long, silent minutes, and before I realized what was happening, tears began to form in my eyes.
“What’s wrong, Robin?” Wes asked.
“I’ve loved you for years, Wes,” I said as his eyes were still shimmering at me. “I just don’t think I realized it.”
I’d realized my feelings for him ever since the crash, and my emotions were whirling inside me. I stroked his face, chuckling inside at the feeling of his day’s growth of beard. It wasn’t like he’d had time to shave after the plane crash, after all.
Before he could respond, I added “ Wes, we both almost died yesterday. And the thought that went through my mind as we crashed was that my only regret was that I hadn’t loved you the way I know I do. The only relief I had was that if I was going to die, I was going to die in your arms. So when I woke up this morning and I felt you pressed against me, I wasn’t going to live in fear any longer. I realized that life is too short, and I don’t want to have any regrets.”
Wesley lay there, stunned at my words, before pulling me in and kissing me again. When he was finished, he was grinning. “Then let’s get going. I think we can make the first lake of the chain today if we work hard. I need to get you back to civilization so I can fuck you in a real bed.”