by Anna Edwards
"Please. Please?"
She opened her eyes and met the dark carnal circles of his. He was like a man possessed. He was captivated by her. He slammed back into her, and she gasped with pain but absolute delight. He flicked his hips around and withdrew from her again. His pace quickened as he filled her then left her empty. Amy caressed his hair, tugging on the ends every time he hit the sensitive spot inside her. Sweat was glistening on both of their bodies. Amy ran her hands down the back of James' head and neck, and then began to claw her nails into his back in her need to get him even closer. He stopped thrusting, adjusted his position so that his weight was supported on one rippling tricep, grabbed her hands, and held them tightly above her head. James never liked her touching him intimately when naked. She needed to know why, but before she could think anymore he began to thrust again and the pressure within her body built to a final crescendo.
"James, I am coming again."
"Come, Amy."
She did. Amy flew high into the sky as the most intense orgasm she had ever felt pulsated over every inch of her body. Before she could come down again the feeling hit her again.
James groaned out and she knew the tight walls of her pussy were milking his climax from him. They seemed to exist in this state forever, both high and shuddering together. Eventually, James collapsed on her, reached between them, and withdrew from her body. Amy felt empty.
That is when the panic hit her.
The last time this had happened, he had walked out on her. She desperately searched his eyes for signs that he was about to do the same again. She saw none, though, he either wore a very clever mask, or he was as thoroughly sated and happy as she was. He rolled off of her and pulled her into his arms. He was shaking. Amy entangled her arms within his.
"James?" She was worried.
"Did I hurt you?"
She shook her head vehemently.
"No. James. It was unbelievable. I have never, ever, felt that way before. How did you manage to know my body that well? I can't even get a multi orgasm from a vibrator."
He didn't answer her straight away. "You never found the vibrator that was a perfect fit."
She slapped at his chest. He stopped shaking and kissed her.
"I know. I am never going to get rid of this one." The words came out of her mouth before she even realised what she was saying, "I mean...if..." She blushed as he interrupted to spare her embarrassment.
"Well, this one never wants to get rid of its new owner either."
It wasn't a conventional declaration of love.
The front door slammed, and Miranda called out that she was home. The spell between them was broken.
"Mothers have the worst timing."
Amy laughed as James slid from the bed, and she got a last look at his perfect body as he retrieved his jeans from the floor and disappeared into the bathroom. She didn't want to leave the wanton carnality of the sweat-soaked bed. Amy was happy, for the first time since the death of her parents. She felt settled, like she was finally getting her life back.
James was her future.
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James pulled the condom from his deflating cock, checked it, wrapped it in tissue and tossed it in the bin. He went to the sink and splashed water on his face. He was shaking again. Fuck. What was she doing to him?
He hadn't hurt her. He hadn't hurt her. She had told him that and she seemed so happy. That is what he needed to remember. He loved her so much it was killing him, because he would destroy it. He was vermin. That is why they did to him what they did. James splashed more water on himself. If he could just keep his control, everything would be alright.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
James
James held Amy's hand tightly as he assisted her to manoeuvre gracefully out of the car in the short skirt she had chosen to wear. He tried not to look at the lissom length of her legs. The press would be waiting and he didn't need to be photographed with a telling bulge in his jeans. A camera picked up everything and the press jumped on it. Matthew and Sonia appeared at their side. Sonia took Amy's bag and they strode purposefully towards the airport with the flashes of cameras going off around them. Why people were interested in his love life, James would never understand. He was, ultimately, a builder. I guess, if you have money, your life becomes public interest, although he had been told on numerous occasions that his looks helped as well.
They breezed through first class check in and were escorted straight through the security check with relative ease, even when Amy set off all the alarms and panicked. James just stood back and laughed as she was searched by the butch security lady. She frowned at him and cuddled a little tighter into him when, instead of going to the first class lounge, they went straight to the plane to board. James had developed the fine art of minimising the waiting times at the airport to the least possible inconvenient length. As much as the lounges were comfortable and well stocked, he just wanted to get on the plane and get travelling. The stewardess greeted them, and they were fast-tracked straight onto the plane and into their comfortable seats.
The seats were private, everyone in first class booked out by his company, so they wouldn't be disturbed. Matthew and Sonia travelled in business class. Usually, he would go with Matthew and not bother with such extravagance but he wanted Amy to himself. James didn't want to make polite conversation with anyone else. He wanted to hold her in his arms while they watched a movie, slept and ate. A stewardess appeared and introduced herself to them, handing them both a glass of champagne and a luxurious gift bag full of toiletries, an eye mask, socks and toothbrush and toothpaste. James looked over to Amy, her eyes were wide with excitement. She had told him before they left for the airport that she had only flown a few times, and never in first class, let alone even in business class; it had always been cheap package flights. She was enjoying the experience. James sat back, closed his eyes and let her converse with the stewardess. It was almost a ten-hour flight to Bangalore, and he had a busy day ahead.
They had been working on developing the hotel for years now, it was a different direction for his firm, a new output. The expansion of business in India meant Bangalore was becoming a vibrant and wealthy city. Many Europeans and Americans were travelling there for business meetings and James himself had done so numerous times for business with his office development branch. He had found the hotels lacking. They had top brands emerging but they were all generic. None of them captured the magic of the country with the modern facilities that a business traveller was expecting. There were one or two authentic, high-class hotels, but their location was not correct. He had managed to secure a prime piece of land and paid attention to the right people to get his planning permission passed easily. As with virtually all government departments he knew, a little cash donation sweetened the path to getting what he wanted. They had worked together with a traditional Indian architect and the hotel was designed as a palace. It was colourful, like the country itself, but not overly so, and the furnishings were luxurious and classy. It had two swimming pools and spa facilities, tennis courts, a fully equipped gymnasium, several different types of restaurants and a whole first-floor wing devoted to branded shops and smaller jewellery shops. The suites all had twenty-four-hour butler service. All staff members had received top class training and would be rewarded for keeping very high standards.
James was looking forward to this trip, the hotel was going to open and months of hard work would come to fruition. But mostly because all the time Amy was going to be at his side to enjoy it all as well. He couldn't be prouder to show her what he did.
The plane sped down the runway and into the air, Amy gripped James' hand tightly. She had also told him earlier that she was nervous of flying. Once in the air, she was okay but the going up and down terrified her. He held her close to his chest and hummed softly to calm her. They must have both actually fallen asleep for a few moments as the air stewardess suddenly appeared at their side with menus and James noticed the seatbelts signs had gone off.
Amy studied the menu intently, while he, pretty much knowing what was going to be on it, scanned quickly and made his order. He requested more champagne and flicked through the movie listing. He had seen most of them, so when Amy finally made her order, he pushed the screen away and brought her back into his arms.
"You feeling better?"
"Much. I don't think I have ever fallen asleep on a plane. I was listening to your heartbeat and it just soothed me."
"Glad I could be of assistance. Anything else I can do to make your flight more comfortable Miss Jones?"
Amy looked around the cabin. "You can pass me that blanket; my legs are getting cold."
"Well, if you will wear a ridiculously short skirt…"
"You don't like it?"
"I didn't say that."
The stewardess brought them their dinner and they chatted a little bit more about the hotel and what they would be doing in India. James could see that Amy was a little bit worried about the full schedule but when he told her that, after the opening, he had booked for them to go to the Maldives for a week she was stunned into silence.
"You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted another holiday."
"James, the holiday to Lanzarote was the first one you had taken in years. And now another one in just a few short months. People will think you have gone crazy and are having an early mid-life crisis."
"Maybe I have." He raised a playful eyebrow at her and slid his hand further up her leg. When they were in the Maldives, she was going to spend the entire time naked if he had his way. Amy leant into him and whispered into his ear.
"So, the bathroom in this cabin. Is it ours alone?"
"Yes, Amy. Why?"
"I think I need to visit it. Do you want to join me?" She winked. Was she suggesting what he thought she was suggesting? His jeans suddenly felt decidedly snug. No. He needed to keep their sexual liaisons to a bed. Since the other night, they had been together several times but always in bed. He was better able to control himself that way. He wouldn't hurt her that way.
"I am not sure that is a good idea, Amy."
Her face fell, "You don't want to? Would we get into trouble? I thought that is why we have first class to ourselves."
Damn. He had shot himself in the foot there. One time wouldn't hurt. He held his hand out to Amy and stood to follow her. The stewardess poked her head around the curtain, saw Amy kiss him, and quickly shut it again. They would be the talk of the crew by the time they emerged from the toilet, but he didn't care. Amy was all that James ever wanted and any opportunity he got to be inside her he was going to take it.
He closed the door after them and locked it. Amy was already removing her tiny pants.
"I only have one spare in my hand luggage so I don't want you ripping these ones." She laughed and put them by the sink. He pulled her close and they kissed, mouths tangling in an unspoken urgent need. They had had sex before coming to the airport but they both still wanted more. He ran a hand down her body and under her skirt to prepare her for him to enter her but was surprised when he found her pussy dripping already.
"How long have you been like that?"
"Since we left the apartment."
She blushed.
"But we had only just..."
"I know. But I hadn't seen you in such tight jeans before." She ran her hands around to his backside and gave it a little squeeze. "I like the way your arse looks in them."
"You are a bad, bad girl, Amy."
"Punish me then?"
He pulled back and opened his jeans, pushing them half way down his legs. His magnificently erect cock proudly leapt towards Amy's erotic scent.
"Shit. I don't have a condom. They’re in my wallet." He went to pull his jeans back up, hoping that he would be able to get his dick back in them.
"No worries." He looked at her, confused, and she pulled one from her skirt pocket. "I am always prepared."
"How many more days do we have to be careful?"
"Five."
"Stock up."
She laughed and he took the condom from her and put it on.
She braced herself against the sink, with one foot on the toilet, and displayed herself to him. The toilet was a tight squeeze, but he got himself close and thrust, without warning, into her. She gasped and clamped down on his cock. Fuck she was so tight. He felt every undulation of her muscles and when they massaged him, he struggled to keep his control. This wasn't going to be a sensual lovemaking. It was going to be raw and animalistic. He pulled out and rapidly thrust back in again, he repeated this till he found his rhythm. Amy placed her hand on his neck, she looked at him to see that this was alright. He was conscious that whenever they made love he refused to have her touch him when he was naked. James still had his shirt on however and she wouldn't be able to get at his flesh. He gave her a small nod and Amy let her head fall back, her eyes fluttered shut and she became lost in what he was doing to her.
All around him came the noises of the stewardesses in business class looking after their guests. James wondered if they could hear him every time he slammed into Amy and knocked her further back against the sink. He wondered if they could hear every cry of lust she made when he swirled his hips before he pulled back out again. James' legs began to quiver. This was too good. He was struggling to maintain his control. The fact that he was pleasuring the woman he loved in a place where anybody could hear them or realise what they were doing was sending him over the edge. His balls drew up tight, he was ready to unload within Amy, but he needed to hear her come first.
"Amy, touch yourself. Make yourself come for me."
Her head snapped up, her eyes opened and her hand instantly went between her legs and sought out her sensitive clit.
Fuck, when they were in a place with more room he needed to get her to do all kind of things to herself. She obeyed him so freely. He needed to be able to watch her pleasure herself, see her own fingers slip in her wet pussy, coat them with her juices, and he would make her suck them afterwards. Know what she tastes like. He shut his eyes tight. It was already starting, he was imagining things.
Amy screamed out when she came. He clapped a hand over her mouth to silence her as he released deep inside her. Their movements stilled and he withdrew and brought her into his arms. They were both breathless, and he would need a shower as soon as they got to the hotel. Maybe Amy would join him. He quickly shook that thought from his head. He didn't need to get excited again. In bed, James. You can only do it with Amy in bed. You can't risk losing her now.
"We better get back to our seats. I am sure the crew is talking already."
"You think so? Will they be angry?"
"Matthew will have given them a tip to keep quiet."
"Seriously? Have you done it for all the girls you have flown with? Or did you plan this before we boarded?"
"Neither." He pulled up his jeans and disposed of the evidence. He pulled the freshly laid out wash cloth and wet it before running it over Amy's pussy to clean it. She didn't push him away but he got the feeling she was angry at him now. "Amy, you aren't the only one that just got inducted into the mile-high club. I promise you, Matthew just does these things. It is why I pay him so well. I didn’t plan this. If you remember rightly, you were the one that suggested it. And to clarify, I have never had sex with someone on a plane until now."
She pulled her skirt back down and smoothed it before putting her knickers back on.
"Sorry." She put her arms around him, "I got jealous then."
"I like it, shows how much what we just did means to you."
A knock came to the door.
"Yes." he answered sternly.
"Um, Sir. Sorry. The Captain says we are about to hit a patch of turbulence and that he will need to switch on the seatbelt sign. You will need to return to your seats at once."
Amy tried to suppress a giggle at the unease in the stewardess' voice.
"She probably thinks you will take the tip back because she interrupted us."<
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James laughed and opened the door to the flushed face of the stewardess.
"It is alright. We will return. I think my girlfriend is feeling much better now. She is a terribly nervous flyer."
The seat belt sign flashed on and James helped Amy back to her seat, did her belt up, and then lowered her chair to a fully reclined bed. He got into the seat next to her and did the same with his. They both lay on their sides staring at each other in silence as the first bumps came. The lights in the cabin switched off. The next thing James knew they were being woken for breakfast, and it was forty-five minutes until landing.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Amy
They were met at the airport by an Indian man, who was introduced to Amy as Naresh, their driver for the duration of the stay. She queried why Matthew wasn't driving as normal and was told that driving in India was completely different to the UK and that it was better left to those that knew the rules of the road. She quickly learnt what this meant on the hour-long trip from the airport to the hotel. Despite the fact that it was six in the morning and the roads were what she deemed to be country roads marked with potholes, they were busy. People walked wherever they wanted. Bikes, laden with whole families at times, zoomed around the car, green and yellow took tooks (Indian rickshaws) full to busting of people and goods turned with a moment's notice and they even had to stop for five minutes while a cow crossed the road and was worshipped by locals. Amy stared wide eyed out the window all the time, she was taking everything in that this strange city had to offer. James held her hand and laid back and closed his eyes again. He had seen it all before and nothing felt alien to him. They entered the district of Whitefield, the driver was giving her a bit of a running commentary on points of interest, and the city turned more into what she had expected, high-rise office buildings and malls devoted to drawing the Western visitors into spending their abundance of money. All the companies' buildings had their names on them and she recognised a lot. They pulled into the driveway of a hotel that she saw was called The Malu Palace and the car stopped. Security guards appeared and placed a mirror under the front and rear of the car. They then opened all the doors so that a security dog could sniff within the car. Amy looked at James in concern.
