Between the lines of love

I love you

Omniscient POV

By 5 a.m. the next morning, they were on the plane. Monique couldn't leave Penda's side, sitting in her lap and hugging her tightly for the duration of the flight. She stared at Penda with such love that anyone could see it from afar. Penda must have felt Monique's gaze because she looked down at her and kissed her softly.

"I love you, princess," Penda whispered.

"I love you too," Monique replied gently, not breaking her stare.

Penda stopped the paperwork she was doing and gave Monique her full attention. "Why are you looking at me like that, princess?"

Monique glanced over to the second seating area and saw her mother fast asleep and out of sight.

Mo shivered theatrically, her voice a soft
plea, "I'm cold, baby." Penda, ever attentive, began to rise. "Let me get up so I can get you a cover, baby," she said, her voice laced with concern. As she moved to grab the blanket, Mo's gaze lingered on her partner's firm, athletic body. Penda's workout shorts, though loose, clung in all the right places, and Mo couldn't help but notice the lack of panties beneath. Instead of waiting, Mo shifted, nestling back against Penda. "Baby, can you open your legs a little so my butt can rest in the chair? I know it's probably making you numb." The two of them laughed. "I'm comfy, but l'll adjust so you can be more comfy," Penda replied, tightening her embrace. She held Mo closely, their bodies fitting together perfectly, the closeness a silent promise of their love They laid cuddled as Mo slowly started making her way up Pendas shorts.
Before she had a chance to realize what was happening, Mo's fingers found their way to her clit, trapping it gently between her middle and pointer fingers while her thumb began to rub in slow, deliberate circles. The sudden rush of pleasure coursed through her body, making her jerk involuntarily. A soft moan escaped her lips, the sound mingling with the quiet of the room.

"What are you doing, princess? What if your mom sees?" Penda's voice was a strained whisper, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.

Mo's eyes held a mischievous glint as she looked up at Penda, her movements confident and unhurried. "I miss you, Daddy. I've never been away from you for that long. I want to be in your skin, starting here," she whispered, her voice filled with longing and determination. Without waiting for a response, she replaced her fingers with her tongue, her warm breath sending shivers through Penda's body.

Penda tried to maintain a semblance of composure, her mind racing with the need to stay quiet in case Mommy woke up. The contrast between the intense pleasure and the fear of being discovered made the moment even more electrifying. Mo's tongue moved with a practiced ease, each stroke more tantalizing than the last.

"I want to make it up to you, Daddy. I'm sorry," Mo continued, her voice a sweet, raspy melody that sent waves of desire through Penda. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of apology and eagerness, met Penda's for a brief moment before she disappeared under the covers.

The sensation of Mo's mouth on her, hidden from sight but not from feeling, was almost too much to bear. Penda's hands gripped the sheets, her knuckles turning white as she fought to stay quiet. Every touch, every lick, showed oh how much Mo had missed her, how desperately she wanted to please her.

"Let me show you I can be your good girl," Mo's voice was muffled but clear, a promise wrapped in desire. Penda's heart raced, her body trembling with the intensity of the moment. She could feel Mo's determination in every movement, the need to prove herself, to be everything Penda wanted and more.

The world outside the the of them seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of shared intimacy. Each touch, each whispered word, drew them closer, the connection between them deepening with every passing second. The risk of being discovered only added to the thrill, making the experience all the more unforgettable.