Private Show (The Private Series) by Danielle Torella

pants. I stop a few moments later when I can sense that she is building, and take off my jeans in record time.
    “Turn around,” I tell her. She smiles and does what she is told. “Hands on the back of the sofa and bend over.” I reach around the front of her and I reach for her clit one more time and I play with her, she then arches her ass out further for me, inviting me in. I line myself up and I slide into her slowly at first, savoring the tight hot feeling of my love. She tosses her head back and moans. I start to pick up my pace and when I do she starts to circle her hips. Fuck me. I can’t hold it back any more. She quickly comes and I follow right behind.
    I rest my head in the crook of her neck. Our breathing is staggered and rough. We take in a deep breath together as one. Her back rises as my chest expands with the smell of her, filling my heart and soul.
    Moments later, we are dressed again and ready to go, she asks me for the one hundredth time where we are going and I obviously won’t tell her. “You know,” She starts, “I actually like surprises.”
    “Really? Most women say they hate them.” She smiles over at me from the passenger’s side as she buckles up. “Well, you are full of surprises, too,” I tell her.
    She reaches out and turns up the radio, sighs with a happy smile, closes her eyes and rests her head on the back of the seat. She is completely at ease. Good, because in a little bit she will be screaming her lungs out and having the adrenaline rush of her life.
     

     
    “OH MY GOD! ARE YOU SERIOUS?” She screams as soon as we pull into the airfield and past a big sign:
     
    SKYDIVING OPEN TODAY
     
    “Are we really going skydiving?” Man, she is really excited! Any other woman I know would have a hissy fit.
    Arms around each other, we start making our way to the field’s office.
    “Hey, Kristen, how are you?” I ask the counter woman and manager of the of the flight field. She has been here since I started skydiving, and she is pretty badass.
    “Ben! It’s about time you got that ass back in here! Where have you been?”
    I grab Tess’s hand and kiss it. “Oh you know, work and life.” I give Tess a little wink.
    I introduce them.We get done with the whole rules, safety run-through and equipment check with the guys from the team. I watch from a short distance as Roger gets Tess all strapped in and she is laughing with him. I know I can trust Roger, because he is married with three kids. I couldn’t ask for anyone better to secure my girl… okay maybe myself, but still. They give each other a nod and she walks back to me… whatever that was about.
    When we get a moment alone before boarding the plane, Tess asks me. “So is Kristen another one of your pasts ?”
    I am perplexed, where did that come from? “What? No! I met her when I started coming here, but I have never slept with her Tess. Not every woman I introduce you to is someone I have shagged.”
    “I’m sorry, it just happens quite often.”
    I take her hands and kiss them, “I know and if I could take them all back, I would. If someone were to tell me I would find you one day I would have saved myself.”
    She takes my hand as we get in the plane and take off. Once we are at the proper altitude, she gets strapped to the front of my body.

 
     
     
    I am strapped to Ben’s chest with me facing out, he has his arms wrapped around my waist when the pilot announces that we are altitude.
    It’s time to jump.
    I turn my head and meet my lips to his.
    “Ready?” Ben yells to me over the plane’s engine.
    I take in a deep breath as my adrenaline starts to pick up and I feel all my muscles tighten. I hope this teaches him a lesson. “Are you?” I yell back.
    Ben nods to the open door and we jump.
    I begin to count just as Roger told me… twenty-eight… twenty-nine… thirty.
    I pull the cord which separates myself from Ben, I layout my body as instructed by Roger and I a few seconds later I pull my