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him a jolt of pleasure
that he craved when he did it.
    And oddly, I wanted him to tell me these things. Why
he did the things he did. Anything he liked done. How he wanted me to get him
there. That didn’t make a lick of sense to me, considering once the flight was
over, we wouldn’t be seeing each other again. A quiet murmur of sadness floated
through my mind, but I pushed it away, ignoring the sentiment and getting back
to the gorgeous man in front of me, still waiting patiently for me to climb on
top of his beautiful, strong form.
    Moving the short distance between us in quick, quiet
steps, I noticed how strategically placed Sal had made his duffle bag. Covering
most of the open space between the floor and the bottom of the curtain, no one
would have seen me cross the space, never mind notice my legs spreading and
bending down as I placed the corner of the foil packet to my teeth and tore.
    With the rolled-up condom at the top of his cock,
Sal’s hands found their way back into my hair while I kneeled in front of him.
Rolling the latex down his length as slowly as I could, I blew cool air onto
his shaft, looking up through thick lashes to see the way his head rolled back
to the headrest, ecstasy washing his features beautifully. A soft, barely heard
moan reached my ears, filling me with a sense of satisfaction.
    I wanted him loud, though. So fucking loud and
noisy, telling me how good I could make him feel, the things I was doing right,
and any other nasty, dirty expletive that left his lips. That couldn’t happen,
unfortunately, and I knew that. So instead, I reveled in the quiet grunt as his
hips flexed up into my palm when the latex sheathed his cock.
    Standing again, I let his hands roam up under my
skirt, palms lying flat to the rounded cheeks of my ass to squeeze roughly.
Palming my backside, he mumbled, “Fuck, you feel nice. You fit so nice in my
hands, Liv. Turn around.”
    I did just that, feeling my skirt rise round my hips
before his teeth bit into the curve at the back of my thigh hard, right below
my ass. I swallowed the yelp that threatened to rise, hearing his dark chuckles
as a hand slipped in between my legs to grab and pull me back closer again.
    “Shh,” he murmured, thumb rolling over the spot he’d
bitten, soothing the tender area with a simple touch. “You’re going to have a
little mark there, maybe even a bruise. Something to remember me by, hmm? No
one but you will see.”
    His words sent a thrill through my thickened blood.
I shivered as fingers slipped up under my thong, spreading my fleshy folds open
to find the wetness I knew was still there. I swallowed back the moans that
rose in my chest, breathing heavily while my head tilted to the side. He
slipped digits into my hot center with a tender sort of slowness, bringing more
of my slick arousal out with his motions, rubbing the fluid over my pussy and
up to my clit. Tiny, swift circles rolled over my throbbing bundle of nerves
before he pinched lightly, a shooting flash of heat traveling up into my womb
at the action.
    “Sal…my God,” I whispered, the plea falling from my
mouth before I could even think to stop it. “Please, just…fuck me.”
    Hands grabbed at my waist, turning me quickly. Trailing
a scorching path up under my shirt and then the matching black brassiere I
wore, I rejoiced in the feeling of his calloused fingers tweaking the hardened
peaks of my nipples. I knew they’d be a cherry red under his touch, darkened
from the pink they usually were with my desire and the pleasure that shot up
through my body like a firework.
    “I’d like you naked all over me. Skin on skin,” he
admitted softly, looking disappointed. “But we know that isn’t safe.”
    Under his urging, I straddled his spread legs, feet
bracing to either side of the cushiony seats, heels digging into the fabric,
and hovering just above his erect cock. Sal used two fingers to sweep the
fabric of my thong to the side, waiting. I only hesitated for a