As if on cue, a huge yawn takes over, and she tries to cover her mouth in shy politeness. Quinn unwraps the plastic around their blankets and lays one on her. He grabs the other one and lays it on himself, overlapping across the console. Monica feels his hand reach for hers as they recline their seats almost fully back.
They’re passed out for nearly an hour before hitting turbulence over the Sierra Nevada. The fasten seatbelt announcement wakes them both, although Quinn easily returns his head to its divot on her shoulder. Monica feels his hand in hers resting in her lap under the blanket and thoughts swirl the blood flow below. She crosses her leg in an open position creating a tent over her lap and looks across the aisle. The nosy woman has an eye mask on and sleeps against the bent headrest. The man she’s with is so wrapped in his book, he never stirs.
The adrenaline builds as the cabin shakes again, vibrating her nipples against the lace of her bra. Quinn has his eyes closed attempting to fall back asleep until he feels her skirt slide up. She’s careful to ease it without disturbing the blanket and looks to him. The question in her eyes is very clear. It’s been two days without him inside, and that’s too long. He smiles and shifts to his side to snuggle closer to her. His eyes close as he rests his head against her chest. She starts to think he missed her advance until she feels his hand slide from hers and smooth along the edge of her panties. He gives the most delicious tickle from his nails, gently snapping the elastic trim. She looks around once more, but the wings of the seats block wandering eyes from behind as well.
I want to kiss him. I need to feel his tongue.
Quinn looks up at her to deliver a passionate and all too swift kiss as he teases her opening with his fingers.
Not enough. I want more.
His head returns to her chest and nestles the blanket up to his chin. All of his movements stop while she lingers there in need. When the vibrations of the plane shift slightly he toys with her again circling her swollen lips. His thumb pets her pubic hair in a lazy circle, stopping just as she throbs from his rhythm.
He’s in to torture huh? What would he do if I just mounted him right here? If I took out his beautiful cock and kissed it in front of everyone... Would he just sit back and enjoy it?
Monica closes her eyes, falling into the fantasy, when she feels his tongue brush across her breast like a sponge cooling a tiny piece of her burning flesh. The top is exposed from her deep V-neck shirt and billows upon jerks of the plane. She shifts and moves her hand with his between her legs, but he grabs it and shoves it under her thigh.
So now that’s his territory huh? He better do something with it soon...
A beautiful blonde flight attendant parts the curtains to pass into their cabin. Monica noticed her when they first boarded, but she never came through first class. Her eyes warm when she sees Quinn pretending to be asleep on her chest. There’s a knowing look that makes Monica throb more between his fingers.
The blonde mouths with a wry smile, “Everything alright?” and leans closer, exposing her generous cleavage. Monica nods, not concealing the glance at her bra and the name tag that says Stacy. “Only twenty more minutes,” Stacy whispers. She gives a flirty wink before moving on towards the main cabin.
Quinn starts swirling again, noticing she just got a lot wetter.
Oh, I want to just climb on top of you like this. What would people really do? If they knew how warm and wet and tight she is... they’d understand. This fucking stupid console between us keeps making my arm fall asleep.
He takes a deep breath.
I can wait for the Admiral’s Club at LAX.
The plane starts to tilt on its decent and people start to stir.
I gotta cool off or I’ll have a tricky time getting our bags out of the bins
. He chuckles to himself before looking up at her.
You gotta stay ready baby. I’ll fuck you good when we get there.
She can read his look and bites her lip shifting towards his hand. He slides his fingers in just to tease a little more, feeling her pucker around him. Monica looks to see if Stacy will return as his movements increase in speed.
Oh this is so naughty. I’m so wet. It’s gonna slosh and he knows it. He’s doing it on purpose. I should stop him, but it feels so good. Oh.
She curls her bare toes and stretches her feet forward to press them against the wall ahead.
When the ding of the cabin bell chimes, Quinn removes himself and stretches in his seat as if just waking from a long nap. He gives her a grin and reaches for one more savory kiss. She tries to retain his full bottom lip, but he escapes and turns forward. She knows he has to cool down to get off the place undetected, but she doesn’t like it.
The upright seat announcement commences as Stacy returns. She smiles at Quinn and says, “How was your nap?” But her tone really said, “How was her pussy?”
It’s ready and waiting.
Monica smiles before Stacy walks to her jump-seat.
“What was that about?” Quinn smiles teasing her.
After landing they rush to deboard the plane without a word and search for the lounge. They barrel through the enormous airport like they’re heading to a ride at Magic Mountain. Quinn drags their suitcases while Monica is piled down by bags. When they finally see their mirage, both start making excited gestures to speed up.
Through the modern sliding glass and steel doors is a lounge of a future age. Its modern walls of brown and red have spills of light from hidden recesses in the high ceiling. Sheets of glass, acting as screens, separate the space into quiet pockets, while a huge window reveals the planes parked at nearby gates. There’s only a handful of people sitting on plush modern furniture. Neither Monica or Quinn spend any time burning them to memory once the concierge points them towards the private restrooms. Quinn checks behind them as he pushes the ladies room open for Monica. With no one watching, he follows behind and locks the door.
The bathroom is the sort you find in a luxury hotel. Walls of rectangular white and yellow glass tile stack the length of a trough style sink and walk-in shower with built-in soapstone seat. Shampoos and cleansers hung to the walls as did the long floating mirror that ran the entire room.
They strip their clothes to the stone floor and stand in heaving anticipation, their bodies reflecting in the mirror. Monica scans over the definition of his broad shoulders and biceps, those incredible abs, and his thickness.
Two days is too long to not look at that
. She backs into the large shower as he prowls towards her. Her hands grab the faucet behind, triggering a downpour of cold rain over her body. No water has made her feel more alive.
Quinn closes the glass door behind and reaches to turn the temperature up. He devours her lips in need pressing her body against the cold wall. Her sharp nipples press into his chest begging for attention. He takes them into his mouth one by one, firm and brief, as she presses her pelvis into his chest. He moves her to the bench seat and kneels between her thighs, hungry. He wastes no time, pressing his firm tongue deep inside. Monica spreads her feet on the bench, opening her thighs as far as possible. He loves seeing her exposed like this, giving him every inch of her body. His tongue lowers to swirl her tight pucker in the steamy haze.
“I need you inside me,” she says.
His pinky eases in below as his mouth returns to suckle her swollen lips. She moans, tightening her thighs around his head.
Oh yeah.
The steam is getting too hot and his primal need takes over. Quinn carries her out to the end of the counter and plunges his firm length inside. His large hands grip her ass, and begin a push and pull with the grinding of his pelvis. Her body is lascivious and captivating. He can’t get enough, especially watching their backsides in the foggy mirror.
Her arms brace the edge of the counter as their mouths feed. The feeling of fullness isn’t enough, and an impossible itch takes over her flesh. She stretches her feet to the wall behind him, pressing hard for leverage. Her breasts grate against his chest, rubbing them raw, as her orgasm nears.
Feeling her defenses vanish, his movements shift to a circular grind that bring an intense flood of ecstasy. Her sex curls inside itself as the tingling pulses in waves around his thickness. Her surrender makes him feel validated and powerful. She gives him everything he needs to feel like a man.
As their pulses start to settle, they continue kissing, still hungry. No words are needed for the fantastic way they feel, for what they share. Quinn’s hands slide down her body.
I will take care of you every day of my life.
He picks her back up and sets her standing steady, but exhausted, in the shower again. Monica’s legs wobble in a daze. He closes the door and washes her shaking body with the most cherished touch.
By the time they finish, the entire room is dripping from steam. They laugh trying to get clothes onto their perpetually wet skin. Monica opts to jump into one of her sundresses now, letting her sensitive breasts go braless. Somehow they managed to keep most of their luggage, still near the entry, dry. They were lucky, considering it was the last thing on their minds when they came in.
Monica slips out first and scans the space as Quinn strolls out with no discretion concern. She smiles and moves behind him with shameful eyes as he leaves a tip for the concierge. Having lost all sense of time hours ago, she follows his lead to their gate. His shoulders sway with a confidence and pride that she’s starting to trust.
They board their next plane to Maui happily taking their first class seats for much needed rest. Monica falls asleep before the drink service while Quinn checks emails and messages first. It’s not clear what wakes her later, but when her eyes snap open they land on him curled up.
He’s such a still sleeper. I like that. No tossing and kicking the blankets around. Wonder what he dreams about? He looks so peaceful.
He can feel her stare as he stirs with a smile. Quinn gets up to stretch and leans across the aisle to give her a kiss. “Aloha my love.”
Monica pushes the shade up on her window and scans the horizon. In the deep blue below she can see a cargo ship followed by a trail of white wash. We’re close. Another cargo ship follows in the same path. The plane begins to turn and the magical islands so isolated from the rest of the world come into view. Quinn kneels next to her in the aisle to get a look.
“Hawaii is the most isolated population on earth. Did you know that?” she asks. “The Polynesian people were the most amazing explorers in history.”
“I take it you know a lot about Hawaii?”
Her face turns bright red. “Oh my god... I sound like the biggest dork.”
“No. I love it. You’re my tour guide.” He smiles and kisses her nose. “I want to know more.”
“I’ll let you take a real tour,” she says.
The landing takes Monica’s stomach a little as the wind whips across the central valley. Her fingers grip the armrest tight while Quinn laughs and smiles like he’s on a ride. The humid breeze hits their faces the moment they step out of the gate at Kahalui. The faint smell of plumeria wafts through the open airport delivering that familiar peaceful calm.
Quinn can see immediately just how much Hawaii agrees with her. He notices her silky hair flow in the air and the sultry shift in her walk that swings her hips like a pendulum. Watching her dress cling to every curve distracts him from the parking lot they’re supposed to be heading for. He cracks his neck and steps in front of her fishing out some keys to a dark blue Jeep.
“You leave it here at the airport?”
“No. Arlene, the gallery manager, sent it over before I left. She has minions.”
“Minions?”
“Joking. She’s just a diva... we’re all minions in her eyes.”
“I’m sure you’re not. You just made her a fat commission.”
He smiles steering them south across the central valley towards Makena. Monica ties her hair into a tight bun and turns up the local reggae radio station. They wind along the twisted highway towards its end, past a series of hotels and golf courses. Her anxiety builds with each one as they near
the
resort.
I can’t believe it’s only been a month since I was here. So strange. This is all too fast... again.
Her pulse ramps up as conflicting feelings tug and pull inside. When they pass the hotel she looks at Quinn and his pained smile, proving he never misses a beat.
He’s been tangled up since day one. Figures he’d be this close to it. Crossing my path again and again.
“Why did you pick this area of the island?”
“Honestly, it was an amazing coincidence. Really like nothing that’s ever happened before... other than moving next to you.” His adoration floats her way as he down-shifts into another turn. “Just felt meant to be the moment I saw it. Just to be able to invest in something over here still blows my mind.” The awe in his voice is infectious and true.
The familiar freshly paved road narrows and turns towards the shore. This intimate private passage to the string of huge beach front homes is where her sneakers scratched the pavement just a month ago. This is a place where she only daydreamed of living, etching miles into the soles of her Brooks. At this point the fact that she never told him about it makes him landing here an incredible fluke.
It is a small island, but this is too much to be coincidence. I can’t start mistrusting him because he landed where I wanted to be. That’s not fair or sane.