"Yes." He growled.
The plane bucked but he held her in place with his huge thighs, consuming her with his dark, intense gaze.
"Now you are mine." His voice was low and intent.
This was what she had truly wanted since that first kind smile of his as he had scooped her fallen hat from the floor in the airport.
"It's too wrong." She said.
He ignored her. His thick fingers expertly undid the clasp at the front of her bra and carefully opened it to reveal her taut nipples and heaving breasts.
"I don't know why Alex. Please, this is wrong." She still didn't know why, but her gut was telling her to hold back.
What was he going to do next?
"I knew it." He said.
Knew what?
"I knew you were perfect the moment I laid eyes on you." His voice was so low, like the growl of an animal consumed with lust. His eyes ran up and down her exposed body and then his hands moved lower to her belt, carefully undoing the buckle, then snapping the belt out in one deft powerful movement, the tip just lightly stinging her wrist as it came out, adding to her growing excitement.
The waves were coming regularly now and her body was beginning to undulate, pulsating into the soft but firm bed below her. He was going to make her come, as no man had ever done before.
The truth was that although Melanie had several long-term boyfriends, none of them had ever really known how to touch her. She had experienced orgasms all right, regularly for years, but only ever in the company of her battery-operated best friend from the Adam and Eve catalog. Unlike her human companions, her mechanical one had rarely let her down. Not until recently, though. No amount of hammering away on her bulb had seemed to give her pleasure anymore. To look at someone as slender, charming, and beautiful as Melanie, no one in their wildest dreams would ever have guessed that her love life could be at such an all-time low.
Until now.
She opened her eyes to get relief from the relentless barrage of pleasure that wracked every fiber of her being. Alex drew her skirt down to her ankles and then slipped it off. The plane wobbled again and he stumbled as he folded it and placed it across the back of a chair. He took such good care of her clothes, unlike Mitch, who would just tear at her like an idiot, never able to figure out how to get things open or closed and then leave everything in a crumpled heap.