Midair Misadventures: Falling Into Passion

A beautiful young business woman falls out of a flying airplane with her husband. Instead of panicking or crying however they start having some fun in the sky, cherishing every moment of their parachute-less plummet toward the sea.

Elena tumbled through the whipped air, the chaotic rush of wind against her skin. The rush of adrenaline, like a powerful drug, made no room for panic. Her hair whipped around her head like a wild halo. Her skirt had flipped up. She was commando—she always was when she traveled. Her husband, Lucas, had fallen beside her. “Elena!” Lucas’ shout cut through the roar of the wind. He'd lost his glasses, and his eyes looked bright and frantic. But when he saw her, he smiled, a slow, evil grin. “Lucas, you’re fucking nuts.” He reached out, snagged her hand. “We’re in this together, baby. Might as well enjoy the ride.” He tugged her closer, their bodies slamming together. She could feel his erection, hard and insistent, pressing against her thigh through his pants. “You’re kidding.” “Absolutely not. We’re going down, Elena. Let’s make it worth our while.” His hands roamed her body, grabbing at her, squeezing her. She gasped as he pinched her nipple through her silk blouse. The feeling was electric, sharp, cutting through the cold and chaos. “I love you, you know that, right? We’re going to die fucking, Elena.” She nodded. “I’m so happy we get to go out like this. I couldn’t think of a better way to die.” Their bodies slammed together, like lovers in a rough tango. Lucas spun her around, his hand gripping her hip tightly, then yanking her skirt up over her exposed pussy. Air rushed over her intimate folds, tightening her skin into goosebumps. He slid his fingers between her legs—elmacerating her with the raw intimacy of the moment. His fingers on her skin, inside her. The sky around them blue. Cruel. Hard. She moaned, the sound whipped away by the wind. She was hot, so hot, despite the cold air. “You’re so wet, Elena.” “You’re so hard, Lucas.” “For you, baby, always for you.” Their lips met. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, mimicking the vicious fuck that was sure to come. She moaned as he slid two fingers deep into her. They weren’t going to die screaming. They were going to die with her clit hard and her pussy wet, her moans the only sounds to fill the air. They would die like they had lived—hard, fast, and fucking wild. She kissed him back, raw and desperate. His hands roamed her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, slipping between her legs. The wind was a cruel mistress, stealing her moans, whipping her hair around her face, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the feeling of his hands on her, his lips on hers, the hardness of his cock against her thigh. “We’re going to die like this, Elena. Fucking, screaming, perfect.” She nodded, her eyes locked on his. “Let’s go out with a bang, Lucas. Let’s go out fucking.” The anticipation was electric Her heart pounded rapidly. She could feel his cocktail on her tongue, the familiar tang. She wanted to see his face, his eyes passionately wandering over her body. Her heart raced. Lucas’ kisses sent burst after burst of sensation through her body, every one more intense than the last. He slid his fingers in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit, driving her wild. Her body arched, pressing against his hand, seeking more, demanding more. She could feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling in her belly, ready to explode. He shifted slightly, freeing his cock from his pants. It stood hard and proud, bobbing in the wind. The sea rushed up to meet them, a vast blue expanse of water. They were playing with fire and they both knew it. But in that moment, nothing else mattered. They were alive, and they were going to die fucking. “Elena, they arms around my neck. Kiss me while we fall.” Elena nodded, pressing her chest against his. “Kiss me.” She tightly wrapped her arms around him and their tongues lashed at each other as she could feel every contours of his hard cock. The sea rushed up to meet them. They kissed as they fell. And the beat of their hearts matched the rushed sea below them.