Fulfillment(122)

“I’m going to fuck you senseless on this bed when we are 30,000 feet in the air.”

He pushed against my mouth, dipping his tongue vehemently and taking my breath away.

“I can’t wait,” I said through husky breaths as he moved his mouth down my neck.

“We have 21 hours till we land in Rome, and we are going to make the most of every single one of them.” Holy, fuck! Twenty-one hours with Bryce in a private jet en-route to Rome...it doesn’t get any better than this.

The Captain’s voice sounded through the aircraft’s speaker. “Excuse me, Mr. Clark and Ms. Summers, we will be taking off in less than five minutes time. If you could make your way to your seats, Amy will secure the cabin.”

“Is that Captain Paul, from last time?”

“Yes, I request him whenever I fly. I trust him completely. And Amy.”

“So they just drop everything to be your flight crew?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

I shook my head at him.

“Hunny, stop shaking your head at me or I’ll rip this dress off you and spank that perfect arse.”

“Is that a threat?” I challenged him.

“No, it’s a promise.”

I deliberately shook my head again. “Oooo, so nasty.”

He pushed up off me so quickly that I barely registered he’d done it, and before I knew it, I had been turned onto my stomach, Bryce now straddling me and facing my feet.

He wrenched up my dress and exposed my G-string wearing arse, a cool breeze now touching my tense cheeks. “Mmmm, so fucking tight,” he murmured as he rubbed his hands across each buttock.

I clenched automatically, but also in suspense as to when he would spank me like he said he would. I felt his weight shift, then the drag of his warm wet tongue along the bridge of my arse. Oh, fuck!

I arched my back, rising to meet his tongue.

“You want me to spank you, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

Not a second later, I felt the sting of his hand against my soft flesh, the sound of his slap sharp in the air. It hurt, but with pleasure, making me gasp and clench my core.

His hand found the tender spot and he rubbed it slowly, affectionately. Then I felt his finger trail down between my cheeks, pausing momentarily at my puckered opening, only to continue to my wet pussy.

He teased my entry then plunged his finger hard and deep. “Fuck, you did like that, didn’t you?”

Slowly, he began to move his finger in and out when there was a knock at the door.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Mr. Clark, but we have clearance to leave now,” Amy said through the solid mahogany door.

I lifted my head and turned to face Bryce, only to see the back of his head.

“Thank you, Amy. We will be right out,” he answered with frustrated yet friendly authority.

He climbed off of me, so I rolled onto my back, catching sight of him putting his finger in his mouth to suck off my arousal. I drew in a deep frustrated breath, got up and walked toward the door.

I felt his hands grip my hips, halting me. “We will finish this later, my love,” he whispered huskily, his hot breath caressing my ear.

I shivered at his promise. “Yes, please.”

He gently placed his hand over the spot he spanked and gave it a light tap, then he walked me out of the room.

***

He fucked me senseless like he promised, shortly after reaching our cruising altitude. I kind of felt different now—a member of the Mile High Club—superior in some way.

“I love seeing that look on your face, that look of satisfaction.”

“You love the fact that you put it there.”

“Of course I do.”

“So, when we land in Rome, what’s the plan?” I asked, curious as to our itinerary for the next couple of days.

“Well, we’ll fuck in my hotel room first, then we’ll sleep to catch up on the hours we have already lost. I then have a meeting with my hotel managers, and after that we’ll order in and fuck again. Tomorrow, we can go sightseeing, then I’ll take you out for dinner later that night and we’ll fuck like crazy after that. The following day we can sleep in and eat breakfast off each other’s naked bodies. I will then need to oversee some of the construction of the new complex, and after that, I’ll take you shopping, we’ll fuck again, and then we’ll fly home. Sound good?”

My mouth had dropped open, astounded by his organisation, not to mention the amount of times he’d said he planned on fucking me. Oh, and that we were going sightseeing and shopping.

“Alexis, do you want to add anything to that?” he asked, with a sexy confidence, knowing I’d be more than happy with his suggestion.

“No, sounds perfect.”