When we entered my private cabin, Hazz entered first, still leaning against the walls and desperate for some solid support. The plane wasn't swinging, but I understood his fear. Falls were not so frequent, especially in private jets, I was always making sure that my crew was well rested and happy to perform my flights. It was a routine for me, a custom, so I wasn't stupid enough to find it funny in his affliction.However, when I closed the door and stared at him sitting on my bed, I was apprehensive. I could very well deal with quick and easy sex in a bathroom, somewhere tight, or in a hurry in a shared house, but... I don't know. Seeing him in my bed, knowing that I frequented that jet with more familiarity than my own house, was a different kind of intimacy. I knew I would smell him there on every trip, at every moment away from home. Even if the bed linen was changed, even if a long time passed until I took another trip. Hazz would remain. We would create a memory. And memories do
Those words were too much for my self-control. Men devoid of self-esteem never said that, but there was Hazz; that wild and virile side that he never left exposed, which I had seen from the moment our eyes met. There was the reason why I was so disturbed in every sleep, so anxious for a more intimate contact. That man who made my legs tremble, and who was now placed both hands inside my pants, bending down to push her to my feet. His hands have risen to my thighs again, passing through them, touching my intimacy still inside my panties and going up until I reached my shirt again.Hazz pulled me to sit on his lap, adjusting my legs around his waist, groping my hip and ass so that I would really get on top of his best part. I sighed softly, containing the stupid smile that was starting to grow in my mouth. At all times, he kept watching me. I didn't look at my body with that first-time desire, I stared at my eyes, as if I could read between the lines. As if you could know that I was alr
Prevented from touching his body while he kept my arms pulled, I closed my fingers in fists and kept my nails well restrained. Hazz leans slightly, almost inciting me to bow to him, and takes one of my breasts in his mouth. He sucked, licked, and slowly turned his tongue around my nipple, awakening it, leaving my body aware of the moisture that was already beginning to make me want to rub my thighs. I let out a low moan, and Hazz stood up again to kiss me, swallowing the sound, diving into my mouth.Below me, I couldn't exactly feel how Hazz would be having fun with the desire that disturbed me, because his jeans weren't tight as tight as I would like. But he raised a hand to my hair, pulling me by the back of my neck, and that made me understand the veiled desire. The desire to turn around and put yourself on me, but how much it could hurt my arms if he left them that way. He didn't want to let me go. Even when I moved enough to say that I wanted to take off your clothes, and make th
We arrived in Aspen the next day, but because of the time zone, it was already night. Hazz and I were escorted all the time by my security guards and we found more, those from my mother's team, waiting for us already at the airport. We were taken to the hotel, below an extremely strong blizzard, which covered so much the vision of the car that our driver had to gradually drive the vehicle. Finally, we arrived at the hotel, also closely escorted by my security team.Hazz was embarrassed with everything. With the snow, the sounds, but as it was late, he almost didn't even realize how beautiful the city really was. I loved to take refuge in Aspen, because of the snow-covered mountains, the tranquility of the old city and all the concern that the employees of my favorite hotel dedicated to each special customer. Hazz waited next to me at the luxurious and very well lit reception, in addition to being warm to keep everyone who arrived or left very happy, despite the cold outside.The recep
Hazz giggled, and I approached, sitting on the bed. The mattress was so soft that it almost called for a full night's sleep. I was amazed at the feel of the silk of the quilt on my fingers, the soft and soft lines. Even the bed linen was golden, and that fabric gave the impression of being liquid gold, it was perfect.Hazz also noticed where my attention had gone, and sat next to me. His movement on the bed made me swing gently, and I fell back without blinking. The canopy ceiling of the bed was also decorated with lacy and soft-looking fabrics, but when I closed my eyes, I almost didn't end up sleeping."You didn't tell me about your family," Hazz said, poking me lightly with your fingertips on my ribs. I ignored my tickles, and kept my eyes closed. Maybe if he thought I was sleeping, he wouldn't even touch that subject anymore. To my displeasure, he kept touching me and waiting. "I told you about my family. It's nothing more than fair for you to do the same.”"You told me why you wa
The next day, Jessy and I first went to the studio for their photo shoot. The cold was terrible that day, and the blizzard still did not let us observe the city in its total splendor. But I didn't complain. I always said I was loving the snow, even though I had to use galoshes to leave the hotel, because the snow layer was reaching its knees on the sidewalks. And he was still amazed by every little point he glimpsed on that trip, and Jessy seemed to just pray that the sun would rise as soon as possible, and we could really enjoy a full day in Aspen.After her photo shoot, Jessy and I went to the beauty salon she attended the most in that city, a recommendation of the brand to which she was a representative. We were received by the owner, who called her by name, but unfortunately only spoke in English. I remained very quiet, just watching everything and holding Jessy's hand. I answered the hairdresser's command who asked me to sit in the cutting chair, and Jessy stayed around to observ
"What about you? "I asked all of a sudden. Jessy raised her heavy eyes to me, yawning deeply. I watched her, sliding a finger between her breasts to her belly. "You said you never allowed yourself to love, because of your father. But about your relationships, was there never a time when you asked if it would be more than just sex?”Jessy considered it. I wondered if she could see the lines of that question. My hope that she would know that I was referring to our relationship. If she ever hoped that that sudden and powerful attraction between us would become more than just a lascivious desire. I wondered if she could see that each of my touches was no longer just a recognition, but a promise, a choice. I wanted her to see all that in my eyes, to taste a little of that feeling that I felt much more involved than just a contact for cold nights. I wonder if she had noticed?"There was a relationship I had in which I was dumb enough to think it would work," she said, and from her tone of i
Still with the towel hanging on his waist, Hazz went to me, walking slowly and with a superb little smile on his face. He stopped in front of me, making it very evident how much he was bigger and stronger with less clothes around him. The short hair dripped water, and even the drops of moisture that went down his abdomen caused me a mesmerizing effect. One of his hands went straight to my waist, where he squeezed, holding firmly on my skin. It was something so harmless, so simple, even so, I was stunned by the energy. With him." Can I be persuasive enough that you change your mind and don't want to go out for dinner anymore? "He asked in a hoarse tone. I squeezed my lips in a line, swallowing the words of pure desire that almost jumped without permission. Hazz smiled, raising another hand to touch my face. "If I say I want to fuck in an expensive hotel, after I've turned into someone else, will that be enough, Jessy?”"It won't change the fact that I need to leave," I replied, holdin