Amelia unbuttoned the top button of Byron’s shirt, while she kissed her lips and along her jaw. “She was corrupted by a rich, sexy international banker.”

Byron kissed her lips softly at first, tasting everything she loved about Amelia, her goodness, her innocence, but their kisses soon became fevered. They were passionate with a great need to connect and touch and express that passion, and after not being together for two weeks, their need was desperate.

Amelia moaned as Byron pulled up her short skirt to touch and squeeze her thigh. Making love with Byron was different every time. As much as Byron liked to be in control and take Amelia on a sensual journey, pushing her limits for pain and pleasure, sometimes, and Amelia didn’t quite know why, sometimes Byron lost that little bit of control and became hot, needy, and desperate. This felt like one of those times.

Byron lifted her, and Amelia wrapped her legs around her waist. Byron walked them over to the fitted chest of drawers that ran along the side of the bedroom, just underneath the airplane windows.

Byron placed her down and urged her to lie back, and she had a sudden panic when she realized she was looking out to blue sky and clouds, and seemed inches away from nothing between her and the ground.

“Byron, I don’t—”

“Take my hand,” Byron said.

Amelia gave her both her hands, and Byron held them over her head. “Look out the window and trust me to keep you from falling.”

Amelia’s heart was pounding with both arousal and fear. She closed her eyes and took a breath. She felt Byron’s hand slip under her skirt, and cup her sex through her lacy underwear. Amelia opened her mouth and groaned.

Byron’s massage stopped when she said, “Open your eyes and trust me.”

Her flesh was hot and needy under Byron’s palm, and she wanted to beg, but knew that Byron wouldn’t waver. She held on, and on, while her hips moved trying to encourage Byron to continue touching her.

Byron’s hand did move then, but only to trace her fingers over the lace that was getting wetter by the second. “Trust me. I will never let you fall.”

Amelia couldn’t take it any longer. Her eyes popped open and she was faced with clouds, blue sky, and hundreds of feet to the ground. She gasped in fear, but soon felt Byron’s fingers slip past her underwear.

“Good girl, keep looking out.” Byron stroked her clit and slipped down to tease her entrance with the tip of her finger.

Facing her fear of heights at the same time as being touched so intimately was exhilarating. She pushed against Byron’s hand just to give herself the extra stimulation of knowing she couldn’t move. It was so good, and her body demanded more.

“More, more, go inside.” Amelia groaned.

“Anything you ask, mia cara.” Byron slipped two fingers inside her, and started to thrust.

It felt so, so good. Like she was falling from the sky, but flying towards an orgasm at the same time. Byron kept holding her hands down tight. She knew how Amelia loved to feel out of control of her orgasm, and she was. It was rushing towards her so fast, and felt like it was going to be so intense she couldn’t take it.