One Long Flight 💙

Responsibilities

Chris woke up with his arms still around her, the sound of her snoring softly making him chuckle. He moved her hair aside and placed a tender kiss on the back of her neck. As his lips trailed across her skin, she became more aware, her breathing changing. He kissed her shoulder, moving to the base of her neck, then up just behind her earlobe, eliciting quickened breaths. His path retraced down to her shoulder, causing her to whimper softly.

Her response didn't go unnoticed, and as she moaned, she rolled to face him, pulling his lips hungrily to hers. He felt her hands tugging at his shirt, prompting him to remove it. With her shirt soon discarded as well, he couldn't ignore the magnetic pull between them. Hovering over her, he kissed her neck, his lips tracing a path down her shoulder and collarbone before settling at the base of her throat. Her whimpers and quickened breaths only fueled his desire.

As he kissed his way back up to her lips, she moaned against his mouth, her fingers tracing fire across his skin. Their fervent need was palpable as she tugged at his shirt, her eagerness unmistakable. He couldn't ignore the hunger in her gaze as his muscles caught her attention. "Aisling," he murmured, though her response was another moan that filled the air. Positioned between her legs, he explored her skin, trailing kisses that sent shivers through her.

His mouth traced a path down her chest, skimming over the landscape of her freckled skin. The contrast between her pale complexion and the reddish-brown speckles was a sight to behold. He reveled in the sensation of her skin under his lips, moving down to her stomach until he reached the edge of her panties. Looking up, he met her intense gaze, seeking permission. Her response was clear and direct. "Want me to stop?"

"Fuck no! Don't you dare stop."

Chris laughed softly at her urgent command, his fingers sliding under the waistband of her panties as he slowly removed them, letting them fall to the floor. Keeping his gaze locked on hers, he resumed his trail of kisses, alternating between her legs, eliciting alternating gasps and moans. His mouth traveled lower, nipping and kissing her inner thighs, the sounds of her pleasure filling the room.

"Chris..."

He chuckled at her plea, shifting his position, his shoulders now against the back of her thighs. Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pressed her firmly against the bed, his free hand finding its way between her legs. He moaned as his fingers brushed against her wetness, slowly slipping inside. Adding another finger, he felt her hips attempting to meet his touch. His kisses moved from her inner thighs to her most sensitive areas, testing her reactions.

"Fuuuck..."

Encouraged by her response, he focused his attention on her clit, taking it into his mouth and using his tongue to send waves of pleasure through her. Her moans and cries intensified as he continued his ministrations, his fingers working skillfully within her. He could feel her reaching her climax, her grip on his knuckles tightening. When he sensed her release, he leaned back, removing his underwear while watching her pant heavily. "You're so beautiful, Ais." Her moan and soft nod were the only response he needed. As he hovered over her, his hands ran up her trembling thighs.

"Up here," Aisling directed with a chuckle, guiding Chris's mouth back to the sensitive skin of her neck, where his kisses sent tingles down her spine. "I want to feel you, Chris. Now."

He chuckled, withdrawing slightly to meet her gaze. "Is that what you want?"

She nodded, her desire evident as he kissed the base of her neck and eased himself inside her. A moan escaped her lips as he filled her, his lips meeting hers once more. Their rhythm was deliberate and steady, his tongue teasing hers with an intimacy that made her shiver.

"God, you feel so good, Aisling," Chris whispered.

He kissed a path down her chest, his tongue circling her nipple before taking it into his mouth, eliciting electrifying jolts of pleasure that surged through her. She whimpered his name, her body responding to his touch as he mirrored his actions on her other breast, his thrusts becoming faster, harder.

"I'm not going to last long," he admitted.

She moaned and nodded, her hands finding his face as she pulled him close. "Me too. I'm..." Her words were cut off as his lips reclaimed hers in a passionate kiss. The pleasure intensified, and all coherent thoughts melted away as they succumbed to the building intensity. Aisling's orgasm took her by surprise, her legs wrapping tightly around him, drawing him closer. Breathing heavily, Chris rolled off her, lying beside her.

"I knew it was a good dick," Aisling quipped.

Chris laughed, appreciating her candidness. "No filter."

Shrugging, she met his gaze as he turned to her. "I'm sorry."

His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin gently. "No need to apologize. You're perfect just the way you are." He grinned playfully. "Just maybe don't go around shouting about the good dick out loud."

She laughed, nodding. "Deal." As his fingers trailed across her chest and breasts, she sighed. "I have to go home. They're probably going to be furious that I just left."

Chris nodded, standing up from the bed. "Why did you leave in the first place?"

Sighing, she began getting dressed. "They wanted to discuss their wills and legal matters right after my grandmother's passing. I wasn't in the mood."

He understood, but his concern was evident. "You can't avoid these responsibilities, Aisling."

Rolling her eyes, she replied, "I know. I'll face it. I'm going." She finished dressing and slipped on her shoes. "The funeral is tomorrow. I plan on staying around for a while. I want to see you again, preferably not in the middle of me being pissed."

He chuckled, pleased at the prospect. "I'd like that too." He stepped closer, his fingers brushing against her neck. "So, the neck kisses really work, huh?"

She groaned, playfully exasperated. "Yes, but don't use them unless you're ready to follow through." She smiled as he laughed and drew her close.

"I won't. I have meetings and commitments today and tomorrow, but let me know, and I'll come see you as soon as I can."

Aisling nodded, pulling back to meet his gaze. "I will." She sighed and kissed him once more. "I really have to go."

✈️

"Where have you been? You were out all night!"

Aisling sighed as she walked into her parents' house, finding her mother waiting for her with a mix of concern and frustration. "I'm an adult, Mom. I'm fine, and I'm here now."

Her father, with his shaggy red hair framing his face, crossed his arms over his chest as he stepped into the foyer, his expression revealing his anger. "You're right, you're an adult. But you left because you didn't want to deal with adult responsibilities."

Aisling met her parents' gaze, her own a mixture of determination and contrition. "I know, Dad. I'm ready now."

He nodded, his initial anger softening. "Rick said someone brought you home, but you didn't come here."

Rolling her eyes, Aisling responded, "Rick has a big mouth. It was just a friend. I'm fine. Can we please get this conversation over with?" She watched their hesitation, but they nodded, and she followed them into the kitchen.