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We barely made it to the jetway in time for our flight.

The first time I can ever remember being late for a first class flight. I love to take advantage of the perks. You walked on ahead of me. You knew full well that I wouldn't be able to take my eyes off that luscious ass, still damp from our romp in the airport bar.

"Ticket please," said the perky flight attendant, interrupting my thoughts. I quickly pressed the ticket into her hand and turned away to hide the bulge in my pants. Luckily, I had my jacket over my arm and could positioned it strategically. By the time I got into the plane, you had taken your seat and patted the one next to you as a welcome. "You don't know my name, do you?" you smirked. Shoot, busted.

She had me so excited at the airport I skipped right past the formality of an introduction.  It was probably her hand on my thigh that did me in.

"No," I said and hung my head in shame.

"It's Angel." You laughed that laugh that I was becoming addicted too. "I ordered a couple of glasses of champagne."

I nodded my approval and smiled as you reached over and ran your fingernails in circles on my forearm, as if I needed anything else to get harder.  All I could think about was your mouth on me, sucking, kissing and nibbling. 

You sat there looking right at me moving your hand slowly up and down my arm. I could barely swallow.

"How quiet can you be?" you teased.

God. I couldn't wait to get off the ground.

"Can I get you anything else right now?" asked the flight attendant as she poured our champagne.

"Could you bring us a couple of blankets?" you asked acting as if you were cold. I knew damn well you were as hot as I was. Your hand dropped to my thigh and I quickly covered it with mine so that I didn't lose control.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I could barely contain myself. Breathing hard, I turned toward you and leaned in to kiss you. Your lips are full, soft and incredibly responsive to my touch. I kiss you gently, pulling away as the blankets arrived.

"Just married?" the attendant smiled.

Not hardly, I thought to myself. You glanced up at her and laughed quietly as you reached over to kiss my cheek. To think, we had met just three hours before. I've never been so happy to be on a red eye than I was that night.

The flight finally took off and we got to cruising altitude. It wasn't long before the lights were dimmed and the lone other passenger in front of us was snoring away. I reclined my seat and stretched out my legs. 

You reached over to me and turned my face toward you. 

We kissed gently at first and then with more urgency. You slipped your tongue into my mouth and I gasped. You were so sure of yourself. I loved the feeling of your tongue running against my teeth. I sucked it in and you shivered in response. A moan came, we both paused for a second, looked at one another and laughed. This was so fucking hot.

You pulled away and started kissing the side of my neck. Your hand drifted down my chest toward my throbbing self. I shivered under your touch. God, I wanted you.

As if reading my mind, you slid off your seat and crawled under the blanket. God, kill me now. You tugged open my belt and unzipped me.

"I can't reach you," I hear your muffled whisper. "Take off your pants." 

I obeyed immediately. You helped me pull them off and settled in between my now naked thighs.

When you kissed me, the first touch was like an electric shock.

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