1. The Next Memory

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I spit out my sip of champagne, spraying the tapered candlesticks with sparkling liquid. Elle looked back and forth between me and George, like a wriggling fish caught in a net, before quickly issuing a denial. No, she said, of course not.

I was her childhood friend. She would never- George cut her off with a bellowing laugh. He was just kidding.

Of course she would never fuck a mere pilot. He was only yanking her chain. Elle blanched, and my hands clenched around the fabric of the tablecloth.

My vision swam red. What an asshole. With a start, I pushed my chair back and stood, telling George that, with all due respect, I didn't appreciate his suggestion that I was somehow lesser than.

He snorted, laying a possessive hand on Elle's shoulder, as he said that it wasn't intended to be a slight. After all, the world needs pilots, no? His patronizing tone seemed to fill my ears as I balled my napkin and threw it down on the table.

I would find my room, I told him, and spend the night, then be out in the morning. I beat a hasty exit. Behind me, I could hear Elle hissing at George, saying that I was their guest, and that he needed to be kind.

Guest? Is that all I was to her? Not a lover? Not even a goddamn childhood friend? The empty hall seemed to go on for miles as I stormed through, trying to shove any thought of Elle from my mind.

I had been so young and foolish. This was why I hadn't opened myself up to love before. Because love, inevitably, leads to pain.

I would go back to my nice, simple life. I would start the company I had always dreamed of. I would, above all, forget Elle and what had passed between us.

I woke with a start. That flesh had been too warm to be a dream, and the smell of her summery sweat still hung in the air. I opened my eyes, and there, lying across from me, was Elle.

I shot up and threw the covers off, but she dragged me back down to bed and held a finger up to her mouth, a universal sign for shh. Then her head disappeared beneath the white duvet. Suddenly her mouth was around my cock, taking in every last inch.

I wish I could say I maintained my dignity, that I pushed her off and demanded an apology for her earlier treatment, but I'm just a man, and no matter how unkindly she dealt with me, I wasn't about to stop a beautiful woman from giving me a head. I threw back the duvet to let me see her. She lapped at the tip of my dick, tracing her tongue around the edges.

Her hand began to stroke up and down my manhood, each movement urging me to the brink. I nipped my fingers into Elle's hair, pushing her face down onto my cock as I thrust into her mouth, brushing the back of her throat with every plunge. Her eyes never left mine as I used her mouth for my pleasure.

Even as I filled her entire mouth and pressed against her throat, I could feel the vibrations of her groans around my rod. She was dazzling, her skin creamy and pink. I tugged down her top, exposing her bare, plump breasts as I sped up my penetrations.

Her lips seemed to find every ridge of my shaft, bathing every part of me in hot, wet devotion. I could feel my arousal building to the very pinnacle. I pulled out of her mouth.

I wanted to see her expression when I came for her, wanted her to know just how much she turned me on. With a few quick strokes of my hand, I erupted all over her chest, spraying ropes of white and drenching her with my seed. As it dripped down her tits, pearly drops grazing her nipples, she swiped a finger through the warm spray and brought it to her mouth, sucking at the finger and swallowing my ejaculate.

Our labored breathing intermingled with the sound of the island's birds, chirping a welcome to the new dawn. The first light was filtering into the thick curtains. I rolled over, and in the foolhardiness of post-sex glow, asked if this meant she wanted to leave George.

She went rigid, and then darted out of bed, her long limbs escaping to the front door. The last thing I saw was her pert ass, pressed between the wood panels, before the door swung shut again with a final snick. Well, I guess that answered that.

I'd been an idiot to hope for more. Had it all been a dream? I looked around for tangible evidence that, yes, I'd really had a midnight rendezvous with a married woman in her husband's home.

Just as I was beginning to doubt, my hand struck upon a distinctly damp patch of bedding. I ran my finger over the creases and brought it to my nose. I knew the smell like the back of my hand.

Salt, mixed with top notes of peaches. El's smell. She'd been here all right.

What an idiot I was. Needless to say, I didn't go back to sleep. But by that same token, I was petrified of what might happen on the other side of my bedroom door.

Was George waiting out there for me, two pistols in his grip, prepared to duel? Would I be airdropped into the middle of the Atlantic? Or, worst of all, would El greet me and pretend that none of it ever happened? My stomach eventually demanded that I overcome my fear.

With some reluctance, I put on a cotton shirt and pantset that had been laid out by an invisible maid. I caught a glimpse of myself in the long mirror, and couldn't help but think how much I looked like George. I wandered into the hall, where a nearby butler intoned that Mr.

and Mrs. Bosney were taking breakfast outside by the pool. Well, it was now or never.

The air was humid and stifling, cut through only by a breeze off the ocean. Across the deck, under a striped umbrella, George tore into bagels and lox. El stretched in a nearby lounge chair, picking at a bowl of strawberries as she sunbathed in a startlingly revealing bikini.

I tried not to think of what that neoprene hid, a perfect pussy that had been mine only hours before. But I didn't have time to dwell, because George called out that my plane had been repaired and I could leave at my leisure. I took a sizzle of pleasure in realizing he must have hired extra help to get the jet fixed up so quickly.

Desperate to get me the fuck out of there, I thought. I thanked George for his hospitality, and told him I'd leave at once. El said nothing.

I walked by her chair, hesitating only for a moment. She gave me a vague goodbye, not deigning to rise for a hug or, hell, even a handshake. I shook my head, unable to hide my disappointment.

I needed to get out of there. I finally climbed into the cockpit and gave the island one last look. It was time to get back to reality.

I flicked one switch after another, preparing for takeoff. And then, over the sound of the roaring engine, a noise. I could just make out a word.

Could it be? Yes. Jack.

Standing directly in front of the plane, as if to stop its progress with her slim body, was El. Jack! I froze.

What was going on? Slowly, I unlatched the plane door. El came pummeling up the steps and flung herself into my arms, murmuring my name over and over.

But I pushed her back. No matter how much I cherished my name on her lips, I couldn't let myself believe that this was true. Why was she here now? I'd asked her to leave George, and she'd run away, literally.

She said she'd been terrified to leave the stability of her marriage, but at the same time she knew she couldn't be happy living without me. Cautious, I took a step back. I wasn't going to be used as her plaything.

If she was serious, we could run away, right now, put George and his billions behind, and make a new home somewhere far, far away. But that choice was hers. Time seemed to stretch into eternity as El hesitated.

Would she choose the domineering billionaire and the security he promised? Or choose the adventurous pilot with one foot always in the air? I choose you.

I grinned and scooped her into my arms, carrying her into the plane like a bride over a threshold. The jet would be our wedding chamber, the clouds our priest. My life was the sky, and now El would be with me.

She pulled my mouth to hers, sealing our promise with a long, deep kiss. I couldn't wait to pull off her clothes and taste every last inch of her, to lose myself in her, to bring her again and again to orgasm. I wanted to see those flushed cheeks and feel her coming around my cock again and again and again.

But first, we needed to leave this island and put some distance between her old life and our new life. She settled into the co-pilot seat next to me, looking right at home as she pulled on a matching headset. With a naughty smile, she asked, Where to now? I urged the plane forward, until we were off the ground, bursting into the great beyond, her bright laugh mingling with the roar of the engine.

I told her we would set out for new, uncharted territory, where it didn't matter. After all, the sky was the limit.