“Wait, can people...hear us?” I ask in a breathy cry. “No, it’s a closed system.” Then, he pulls my panties aside and slowly pushes a finger in my soaking heat. I barely manage to hold the helicopter steady as a pleasure-laced cry leaves my lips. “God, I wish they could,” he says as he pumps his finger in and out. “Alistair, let’s land this thing, please,” I beg, my hips nearly lifting off the seat. “And miss the chance to see you come at ten thousand feet?”
