The Kane Cross (Cross 1)

33 - Mile high

Ivy loved the show. The only musicals she had ever seen were high school productions. The set and costumes and talent were beyond what she could have imagined.

The show distracted her from a whirlwind of thoughts, but in the car ride to the airport, sound bits swirled in her head. Lore. Fate. Love. Baxter said he loved her. She knew she loved him.

He sat quietly too, but she couldn't think what was on his mind. Probably business. Once back on the plane, he took off his suit coat and tie. "You're quiet."

She smiled. "You are too."

He approached her and put his face in her neck. When he lifted it, his eyes were dark. "It hit me just how much I love you. I felt it physically here." She gasped. She thought he changed his mind. He took a seat. "As soon as we are in the air, I'm going to pull on that knot. It's not a long flight."

She giggled. "I've been waiting all night."

He laughed. "I didn't think I should undress you before our date. I am a gentleman."

"How much longer?" She sighed impatiently.

"Hopefully not long."

They hadn't kissed in hours, and Ivy was impatient. She started giggling.

"What's so funny?"

"My friend said if Cinderella and the Prince found a secluded corner in the castle, he wouldn't have needed a shoe to find her."

He laughed. "You can be my Cinderella."

The pilot announced they were next for takeoff. Neither spoke until they received the okay to move about the cabin. He stood. "Come with me."

He led her to a bedroom in the back and shut the door. "Finally." He tugged on the tie keeping her dress together. It opened to reveal the bra she had splurged on. "This was worth the wait. Get on the bed."

She quivered at the tone of his voice. Never had she enjoyed being bossed around. Only in the bedroom. Leaving her dress on the floor she climbed on the plush duvet. His eyes slowly lingered down her body causing it to tingle. She kept shifting focus from his eyes to the bulge in his trousers.

"You might want to free him." He laughed as his hand went to his belt.

"Him?" He laughed.

"Him. It. Whatever." She blushed.

Baxter lifted his shirt over his head and took off the cross, before his pants and boxers dropped together. He lay down beside her and leaned over to kiss her. As his hot tongue danced in her mouth, she squirmed wanting him to touch her.

He pulled back. "Are you alright?"

"No! Touch me!"

He laughed. "Show me."

"What?" Her eyes grew wide.

"Show me. Touch yourself where you want it."

She had touched herself plenty, but never in front of someone else. Unsure she ran her fingers over her erect nipples. It felt good, but his fingers felt better.

"Where else?"

As her fingers left her breasts, he took over. "Definitely better."

He laughed. "Where else?"

"Here." She touched the damp lace between her legs.

"Show me how much you want me."

She slipped a finger into her pool of secretions and pulled it out. He took her wrist and brought her finger to his mouth and sucked on it. She whimpered. "It's so erotic."