Chapter 3
Edmond didn’t wait for me to ask twice.
He shifted under me with fast, strong hands gripping my hips and turning me so I was facing forward, my back to his chest now, legs spreading wide over his lap.
The luggage wall in the middle row blocked everything from their view—coolers, duffel bags, pillows stacked high like a fortress—and it gave us this tiny, secret pocket of space where we could finally do what we both wanted without pretending anymore.
My shorts were already bunched up high, panties shoved to the side, and I reached down between us, fingers wrapping around his c**k.
It was so thick my thumb and fingers didn’t meet, hot and pulsing, the head slick and flared, veins standing out under the skin.
I stroked him once, slow and firm, feeling him twitch hard in my hand
