Free Friendly Persuasion by Dawn Atkins

fingers moved down the sides of his face, memorizing his features as if she were blind and wanted to know him. Her fingers bore her light floral scent. So Kara—innocently erotic. How he wanted those sweet fingers on him where he was swollen with blood, nearly exploding with the ache to be inside her, pushing in as far as he could reach. No. This was for her. He had to make a sacrifice for the greater good. He smiled at his bogus nobility.
    Her fingers traced his lips, which he parted to suck her finger into his mouth.
    “Oh. Oh-oh-oh. Oh, ” she said. “That feels so… I feel so… Your mouth is…your fingers are…” It wasn’t like Kara to struggle for words. He smiled as he continued to stroke and suck her into mindlessness. He licked the space between two of her fingers, nipping with his teeth. She moaned and collapsed against the seat.
    A shudder coursed through her. Then very deliberately, he slid one of his fingers inside her to discover the slick wetness, smooth corrugations and delicious warmth of her interior.
    She stilled at the contact, then began to push herself against his finger. He picked up her rhythm, his erection aching to move exactly that way inside her.
    “Oh, oh, yes, yes,” she said, moving faster. He sucked and nipped her fingers, squeezed her bottom with the other hand while his finger pushed in and out keeping up with her rhythm. He could feel her orgasm rising in her, almost as if he were part of it, part of her.
    “Oh, I can’t stop,” she cried out. “I can’t…help…it.” He looked up and watched her face as her body began to shudder with a climax. Her eyes clouded, she bit her lovely lip, and flush fingered up her neck. The walls of muscle around his finger squeezed sweetly.
    And then she fell against him, shuddering and quaking. He kept his finger inside her long enough for the quivering to stop, then slowly withdrew it.
    “Oh, my good— Oh dear…oh, oh. I’ve never felt anything so…it was so concentrated, so…just…big.”
    “Come here.” He leaned back against the plane window and pulled her into his arms, brushing her hair out of her face. “So, that’s the mile-high club, huh?”
    Kara lay across Ross in the seat, panting and trembling from the pleasure that had hit her like a Mack truck. This hadn’t gone according to plan. Ross was supposed to be a lonely traveler who hadn’t been with a woman in a long time, and she would be a geisha of the air who would fill his empty heart. Except Ross had reached under her skirt, set her on fire and sent her seduction plans right out the plastic window.
    “That was supposed to be for you,” she said, fighting for breath.
    “Ladies first.” Ross grinned, not the least disappointed, it seemed.
    “So now it’s your turn,” she said, determined to make him feel as good as he’d made her feel. She pushed up to her knees, then straddled his thighs, looking down at him.
    “What will the other passengers think about you climbing on me like this?” he said, grinning in languorous anticipation.
    “That they should be so lucky,” she said, unhooking his belt with nervous fingers. She lowered his zipper and found him. “Did I do that?” she said, trying to be playful, no matter how her heart pounded.
    “I’m afraid so.” He sounded anything but afraid.
    “It looks painful.” She tightened her fingers around him—velvet and steel and lovely against her palm. She slid her hand upward, stalling at the crown.
    “But it’s a sweet pain,” he said, pushing into her grip.
    “You know, we stewardesses are taught first aid,” she said, and rose onto her knees over him. “Let me see if I can make it all better.” She guided him to her wet opening, then inside just a little way.
    He looked relieved, but she lifted herself off him.
    “Where are you going?” he said, grabbing her hips.
    “Not far,” she said. She lowered herself onto him just a little, then rose, then slid down, then up, then down, bringing him