Turbulent Intentions(69)

With the plane stopped, Stormy made quick work unbuckling her seat belt.

“Should we have dinner?” Cooper asked, a wicked look in his eyes. “Or skip straight to dessert?”

“Dessert,” she whispered, more turned on than she had ever been in her life. “Always dessert.”

“Come here, Stormy.”

He didn’t need to say anything more. With a quick motion, she pulled her dress up to her thighs and straddled Cooper’s lap. Her behind pressed against the yoke as she pushed forward, running her hands to the top of his shirt. She felt heat building ever higher as she pressed her core against his rock-solid arousal, only a tiny piece of silk separating them.

Cooper leaned forward and captured her lips in a scorching kiss that would eventually have all the windows fogging up. She undid the top button on his shirt. She wanted to rip them away, but instead, with trembling fingers, she undid the rest one by one.

Stormy could barely breathe when Cooper slid his hands inside her dress and pulled it up higher. Unadulterated desire shimmered in his eyes, making her feel beautiful and wanted.

As his arousal pressed against her core, she began to push against him. The contact was driving both of them crazy. Her breasts were swollen with desire, her peaked nipples pressing roughly against her bra. His hands slowly started moving from her hips, up the curve of her back, stroking her skin the entire way. She knew he appreciated the plunging back of her dress as well. His hands slid down to her lower back and found the zipper. With one smooth motion, he pulled it down over the curve of her ass.

Next, he grabbed the straps of her dress and began pulling them off her shoulders, his warm fingers sliding down her arms.

Suddenly she heard voices and her entire body tensed. “I think I hear someone,” she whispered.

Cooper seemed to have no worries about the milling people outside, because he didn’t even hesitate as he continued removing her dress, revealing her pink lace bra.

As his eyes greedily ate up the view of her nipples straining against the fabric, she forgot about the people, too. She tugged against his head, needing him to take them into his mouth. Cooper hesitated too long, though, so she wrapped her hands around his forearms and pinned them to the back of the seat as she deepened the kiss between them. As their tongues entwined, he freed his arms, then made quick work of unhooking her bra, finally releasing her breasts.

As they pressed together, flesh against flesh, she could feel her swollen nipples pushing against his chest, finally giving them a hint of relief. He broke away from her mouth as he began to lick his way down her neck.

With every kiss against her skin, he gave her a gentle bite, making her cry out over and over again. He worked his fingers around to her chest, finally taking the weight of her full breasts into his hands, his thumbs skimming across her taut nipples.

Finally, his mouth reached the upper curve of her heaving chest, his tongue caressing the flesh. Then, his tongue traced one budding nipple. He gently sucked her deep into his mouth before retreating and scraping his teeth across the edge.

Her body shuddered as her insides burst into a raging fire. She pulled his head in closer, guiding him against her skin, not wanting him to stop. When he pulled away, she let out a groan of protest until he softly blew his warm breath on the wet skin, sending goose bumps across her body and making her cry out in pleasure.

His hands continued their journey, making their way to her thighs, slightly grazing the inside with his short fingernails. She tried opening herself to him, but the confined space was constricting. His hand skimmed up her leg until she could feel him touching the sheer fabric of her panties.

He moved his fingers over the lace encircling her leg. She moaned with acceptance, begging him to continue. In one quick movement, his strong fingers ripped her panties away and tossed them to the floor.

His intensity made her feel like she was his, and only his. Before she could even cry out, he plunged his large fingers deep inside her wet heat, making her body quiver with pleasure.

Almost delirious in her desire for him, she wanted nothing more than to have his fingers replaced with his erection. As his skillful fingers rhythmically pumped within her core, she gasped with approval, surging into his thrusting hand.

Her heart beat louder than the pounding rain outside the plane, her mind racing with anticipation of the moment he would plunge inside her.

Ready to continue what she’d started in the sky, she grabbed his thick shaft in her hand and began to stroke it up and down, loving the feel of his velvet-covered steel. He groaned his approval as he thrust into her hand, guiding her in pleasuring him.

Stormy’s moaning became rhythmic as she desired the real thing with every thrust. More than ready, Stormy gave him one last lingering kiss before whispering in his ear, “Follow me.”