32. Calvin

CALVIN

" I 'm not going to let you fall," Polina says for the eighth time this morning.

We stand on the ledge of the freshly cleaned hive, and when I look down, I gulp. It's a long, long way to fall before hitting the concrete. Bonnet meows loudly below as she rolls onto her back in the dust and dirt. With Polina back in her bee form and me the size of a pea again, we're almost ready for the big event. Po's maiden flight. She's been waiting ages for this, and now that the weather is finally cooperating, we can make it a reality for her.

Polina giggles as she watches our cat, then turns to face me. "Give me your hands," she says.

I place my hands into hers, and she pulls my naked body against her chest. Within seconds, we're in the air, spinning wildly as she laughs, her voice boisterous and clear as a bell on the wind. "Doesn't this make you feel alive, Calvin?" she yells as we sail across the city rooftops. In the distance, I can barely make out Bonnet's white fur glistening against the early morning sunlight.

"It definitely makes me feel something," I say, then gulp as I force myself to look up at her face and not … not down at the city.

"Don't look down," she commands. "Keep your eyes on me, my love."

She holds me against her bare breasts as my heart thuds in my ears. It doesn't matter how many times we do this, I'll never get used to dancing through the air like this. And we've practiced a lot. Two of her arms clasp around my middle, holding me in place as her other two rove across my shoulders, then snake down my torso until…

My heart catches in my throat as she tugs my length. We soar through the clouds, higher than the birds, and our bodies meld together, becoming one. Her grip on my cock at least distracts me from the fact that we're miles above the trees, and she gives it a few firm tugs until my precum dribbles into her hand.

"Looks like someone is loosening up," she murmurs. I nod as I work my jaw, trying my best to concentrate. "Come now, Cal, you are more than capable of pleasuring me in the sky. Have a little more faith in yourself."

Easy for her to say. She was born with wings.

But I also know that Polina would never let me fall, and if I did, she'd catch me. I swallow my fear and press my length against her slit, seeking her entrance. She wraps her thighs around my hips, and with a single jerk, I slip deftly inside of her. The tightness of her cunt is overwhelming as she moves her hands up past my throat to dig her fingernails in my scalp. She tugs on the roots of my hair, and I let out a thick groan.

"Oh, Po … you feel incredible," I gasp. I slide myself in and out of her as we soar over the suburbs. Below us, people climb into their cars and pull out of driveways; others jump into their backyard pools to celebrate summer's end—but all I see is her. I quicken the pace of my hips, bucking against her until sweat beads on my forehead. Polina tosses her head back and moans each time I bury myself deeper inside of her.

Finally, her orgasm comes as a gust of wind carries us higher and higher into the clouds. She screams my name and digs her fingernails into my shoulder blades as her cunt clenches around my cock in a vise grip. Her sticky honey surges forth, covering her thighs and making a mess of my stomach. Seconds later, my own orgasm crashes against me so hard my vision blurs. I spend myself inside of her in thick, erratic spurts until there's nothing left to give.

As we come down, both literally and figuratively, Polina drifts with the grace of a leaf in autumn until we find a tree branch to rest on. We hold one another in the stillness of the early morning, my fingers moving through her tangled locks.

She rests her cheek against my shoulder and murmurs, "So, how was it?"

I snort. "I should be asking you. That was your maiden flight, not mine."

"It was as much yours as it was mine," she says, looking up at me with her dark, gorgeous eyes. I love her eyes. Honestly, I love everything about her. I trail my fingertips beneath her chin, lift her mouth to mine, and place a tender kiss against her lips.

"Does that answer your question?" I whisper hoarsely.

Polina lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug. "I suppose. But … I think I need to do it again. Just to be sure."

I bury my face in her neck and laugh. "Of course, Sunshine. Whatever you need."