Every touch is perfectly placed and magnified. He knows exactly how to take me apart at the seams. He lifts my hip with his hand and circles deep, and my body takes on its own agenda because I need to come. Hard.
“f**k me,” I beg. “Give me that beautiful c**k of yours. Harder,” I moan. “f**k, I need it harder.”
His eyes close in pleasure, and he pumps me at piston pace. I grab on to him as tightly as I can as I convulse. He holds himself deep and cries out into my neck, and I feel his c**k jerk as it releases.
We pant as we cling to each other, wet with perspiration, our hearts racing wildly together, and he smiles up against my cheek as if remembering something.
“What?”
“Welcome to the Miles-High Club, Emily.”
I giggle as I kiss him. “First class is the only way to fly.”
Jim smiles
