I fought to stay awake on most of the plane ride back from London to New York. But after Noah had his way with me in the private cabin, I lost the battle. He wore me out. It was nice to be able to fly back in his private jet and be ravished by him high up in the air. I don’t know if it was just me but my orgasms seemed to come quicker and even more often at that altitude.
When I opened my eyes again I was staring up into Noah’s eyes, on our bed.
Our bed.
In New York.
His beautiful grin, his beautiful face...he was as happy as I was, I could tell. I knew his expressions like the back of my hand and I began to cry, overwhelmed by the light of it.
Being home...with Noah...in our bed.
A weight lifted from my shoulders and I sobbed loudly, covering my mouth as Noah gave me a devilish,
