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himself
with every last part of her. Winding her hands in his hair, she
pulled his lips toward her, thrusting her tongue roughly into his
mouth until she felt him respond. She started as his teeth sank into
her bottom lip, pain and pleasure mingling until her senses were on
fire. His hands were on her breasts, kneading them roughly, pinching
her nipples into hard little points. As his hard cock nudged the soft
curls of her pubic hair, she realized their garments had had somehow
melted away, but she was past the point of caring about anything
except his touch. Jack wrapped his strong arm around her waist, and
they fell together onto the carpet, sinking down into it's softness.
She relished the sensation of his weight bearing down on her,
rendering her entirely helpless. Sara gasped as the head of his stiff
member pressed against her entrance, stretching her opening as he
slid deep inside her. She felt filled, consumed by him entirely, and
already intense waves of pleasure were coursing through her. Sarah
moaned as a monumental orgasm gripped her, every muscle in her body
trembling as she came harder than she ever had before. At the same
time she heard Jack moan into her ear. Then, as the pleasure began to
subside, that moan transformed into almost a sob, a sound so filled
with pain that it brought tears to Sara's eyes. She felt him slip out
of her arms and slide, limp, to the floor, his strong frame and proud
muscles withering beneath her hands.
"Jack!"
she screamed at him, but he seemed not to hear her. His face was
ashen, all the light gone from his eyes, as if his very spirit was
slipping away. Sara tried to grab him, screaming his name, but to no
avail. He seemed to become a ghost, slipping through her fingers,
away from, back towards the darkness of that mysterious room. As she
ran towards the doorway, still calling for him, the door slammed shut
with a resounding crack
    Sara jolted awake, still breathing heavily. The
cabin lights were dimmed.
    "The captain has switched on the fasten
seat belt sign. Please return to your seats and have your belt
securely fastened."
    With sweaty fingers, Sara fumbled for her lap
belt, the pervading sense of anxiety still causing her heart to beat
too fast.
    "Hey there, are you OK?"
    Sara whipped round, and saw that the handsome
guy in the next seat had lowered the divider between them. She hadn't
realized you could lock them shut. She blinked stupidly at him, still
half asleep, her mouth incapable of forming words.
    "Sorry didn't mean to intrude...just, you
were making some pretty strange noises."
    Sara flushed, hoping it hadn't been too obvious
what she was dreaming about. What if the rest of the plane had heard?
It didn't bear thinking about
    "Oh no, was I? I'm sorry, I must have been
dreaming. I hope I didn't disturb you."
    "Not at all," he replied, flashing a
killer smile. There was a hint of the South in his accent, and his
voice had a honeyed softness to it that perfectly complimented his
chiseled good looks. Wow, Sara thought, he must have to beat women
off with a stick
    "I was just trying to decide what to order
for lunch," he continued, "or is it dinner? Maybe
tomorrow's breakfast for all I know, I get confused with all these
changing time zones."
    Sara smiled, feeling the overwhelming sadness
of her dream start to fade away.
    "You look like you need a drink," the
handsome stranger said, signalling to the stewardess as he spoke. She
looked up pointedly at the fasten seat belt sign, but just at that
moment it switched off
    "Perfect timing," he said with a
grin, "a glass of champagne for the lovely lady, and I'll have a
red wine. And the steak, please." He turned back to Sara. "Steak
seems a fairly safe bet, whatever meal this turns out to be. Although
if it is breakfast, the wine might be a problem. Just don't tell my
therapist."
    He
scooped the champagne flute off the proffered tray and handed it to
Sara, before clinking his glass against hers.
"Lovely
to meet you,