The Last Room Between Flights

I kissed my way down her body, my lips tracing the line of her sternum, the curve of her belly. I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her pajama pants, tugging them down over her hips, taking her cotton panties with them. She lifted her hips to help me, and then she was bare before me, all smooth skin and soft curves, and I couldn’t resist dipping my head to press a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

She whimpered, her hands fisting in the sheets, and I smiled against her skin, inhaling the scent of her arousal. I kissed my way higher, my tongue tracing patterns on her skin, until I reached the apex of her thighs. I paused there, my breath ghosting over her sensitive flesh, and she shuddered, her hips bucking slightly.

“Germaine,” she said again, her voice pleading, and I couldn’t resist any longer.

I lowered my head, my tongue sweeping out to taste her, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. She was wet and warm and perfect, and I settled in to feast, my hands gripping her thighs to hold her open for my mouth.

I licked her slowly, savoring her, circling her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth. She gasped, her hands flying to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands. I kept my pace slow and deliberate, building her pleasure with teasing strokes, until she was writhing beneath me, her breath coming in sharp pants.

“Please,” she begged, her hips rocking, seeking more. “Please, I need…”

I knew what she needed. I closed my lips around her clit, sucking harder, and slid two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot deep inside. She came apart with a cry, her body shuddering, her thighs clamping tight around my head as she rode out her orgasm.

I gentled my touch, bringing her down slowly, my tongue lapping at her folds with soft, soothing strokes. When she went limp against the mattress, her breath evening out, I kissed my way back up her body, settling myself beside her.

She turned to face me, her eyes hazy with pleasure, her cheeks flushed. “Wow,” she breathed, a lazy smile playing on her lips. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I agreed, my own body thrumming with need. “It really was.”

She reached for me, her hand sliding down my chest, over my stomach, to cup me through my shorts. I groaned at the touch, my hips rocking into her palm.

“My turn,” she murmured, and then she was kissing me again, her tongue sliding against mine, tasting herself on my lips.

I let her push me onto my back, my body pliant under her touch. She kissed her way down my neck, her lips brushing my collarbone, her tongue tracing the line of my sternum. She took her time, exploring every inch of my skin, her touch leaving trails of fire in its wake.

When she reached the waistband of my shorts, she paused, her eyes flicking up to meet mine, a question in their depths. I nodded, my breath catching in my throat, and she smiled, hooking her fingers in the fabric and tugging them down, taking my underwear with them.

I was wet, aching for her touch, and she didn’t make me wait. She settled between my thighs, her hands pushing my legs apart, and then her mouth was on me, hot and wet and perfect.

She licked me with long, slow strokes, her tongue tracing my folds, circling my clit with teasing pressure. I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets, my hips rocking up to meet her mouth. She hummed against my skin, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me, and I gasped, my head falling back against the pillow.

She took her time, savoring me, her tongue dancing over my most sensitive places with expert precision. She brought me to the edge again and again, backing off just before I could tip over, until I was a writhing, panting mess beneath her, my body strung tight with need.

“Sydney,” I gasped, my voice ragged. “Please, I need to come.”

She chuckled against my skin, the sound low and wicked, and then she sucked my clit into her mouth, her tongue flicking over the bundle of nerves with rapid, relentless strokes. At the same time, she slid two fingers inside me, crooking them to hit my g-spot with every thrust.

I came with a shout, my body bowing off the bed, waves of pleasure crashing over me. She kept sucking, kept fucking me with her fingers, prolonging my orgasm until I was gasping, oversensitive and trembling.

When she finally pulled back, I was boneless, my body limp and sated. She crawled up beside me, wrapping me in her arms, and I turned to face her, our legs tangling together.

We lay like that for long moments, our breathing slowly returning to normal, the air around us thick with the scent of sex. I could feel the thrum of her heartbeat against my chest, the warmth of her skin against mine, and I knew I was in trouble.

This wasn’t just a hookup, a casual encounter born of proximity and wine. This felt like something more, something real, and the thought terrified me even as it thrilled me.

I turned my head to look at her, my eyes tracing the lines of her face, the curve of her smile. She met my gaze, her expression soft, and something passed between us, a silent understanding, a recognition of the connection we’d forged.

I didn’t know what the morning would bring, what would happen when the sun rose and the real world came crashing back in. But for now, in this moment, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

I didn’t know what the morning would bring, what would happen when the sun rose and the real world came crashing back in. But for now, in this moment, I was exactly where I wanted to be.

Sydney shifted beside me, her hand trailing down my arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’re quiet,” she murmured, her lips brushing my shoulder.

I shivered, my skin oversensitive and humming. “Just thinking.”

“About what?” She traced the line of my collarbone, her touch feather-light.

“About how good you feel.” I turned to face her fully, my hand sliding over her hip to cup her ass, pulling her closer. “About how much I want you again.”

Her breath hitched, her eyes darkening with renewed desire. “Yeah?” She shifted, throwing one leg over my hip, pressing her core against my thigh. “Because I was thinking the same thing.”

We kissed again, slow and deep, our tongues tangling together in a lazy exploration. My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curve of her waist, the swell of her breasts, the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She was warm and pliant under my touch, her body responding to every caress with a shiver, a gasp, a roll of her hips against mine.

I wanted to take my time, to savor her, but the need was building again, a steady thrum between my legs. I rolled her onto her back, settling between her thighs, my hips pressing her into the mattress. She moaned, her hands sliding down my back to grip my ass, urging me closer.

“Please,” she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. “I need you inside me.”

I reached for my backpack, fumbling for the small bottle of lube I always carried in my toiletry kit. I coated my fingers generously, my eyes locked with hers as I slid my hand between her legs.

She was still wet, still open and ready for me, and I groaned at the feel of her, hot and slick against my fingers. I circled her clit with my thumb, teasing the sensitive bud until she was writhing beneath me, her breath coming in sharp pants.

“Germaine,” she gasped, her head thrown back, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Please, I can’t…”

I didn’t make her wait. I slid two fingers inside her, slow and deep, curling them to hit that spot that made her gasp, her hips bucking against my hand. I set a steady rhythm, my fingers sliding in and out, my thumb working her clit, and she met me stroke for stroke, her body trembling with need.

“More,” she begged, her voice ragged. “I need more.”

I added a third finger, stretching her slowly, carefully, my eyes locked on her face for any sign of discomfort. She took me easily, her body opening for me, her hips rocking to meet my thrusts.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. “Yes, just like that.”

I leaned down, capturing her lips in a searing kiss, my tongue sliding against hers in time with the thrust of my fingers. She groaned into my mouth, her hands sliding up to tangle in my hair, holding me close.