Henry rises to his feet at almost the same time as I do. He’s made it a point not to let me out of his sight, as per Carter’s orders. I look toward Carter pleadingly as Henry prepares to follow us down the aisle. It’s not like someone is going to slice us to pieces on the airplane. It’s only our own people here.
“Henry, I think we’ll take some privacy,” Carter says.
Henry nods, sitting back down.
“Thanks,” I say to Carter as we begin walking down toward the small snack room near the cockpit.
“He might annoy you, but he’s here for your own good,” Carter replies.
“I’m not bothered by him, but I think a woman should have privacy with her husband,” I say, adding a flirtatious ring to a sentence I never thought I’d find myself speaking so early on in my life.
“I was thinking the same thing.”
“Were you?” I ask, intrigued about his intentions for bringing me to the snack room. Maybe he’s not interested in peanuts and coke after all.
“I was,” Carter says, opening the small door to the privately stocked room. There’s a coffee machine and shelves full of snacks clipped into position in case of turbulence. There’s also a large cooler where the drinks chill, waiting for thirsty travelers like Carter to drink them.
I step into the cramped room, and Carter follows me, closing and locking the door. Alright, now I know something is up.
“What are you doing?” I ask curiously as Carter turns from the door to face me.
“Just getting a snack,” he says, but his grumbly voice indicates otherwise. That, and his eyes are trailing down to the shirt I’m wearing, sitting right between my two breasts where my cleavage is on display.
I took a risk by wearing this shirt. I figured it would look nice, but I know I’m inviting stares by have so much of my breasts showing. I think a woman should be able to do that without being gawked at, but since Carter is my husband, I can’t say I mind it. In fact, it gets me feeling some type of way, and I rather like that.
“It looks like you have something for me,” Carter says, leaning in closer to me and bringing his hand up to my breast.
I subtly arch my back to bring my breast into his hand. We’ve been sleeping naked together for the past few nights, and I’ve gotten quite comfortable with him holding onto my breasts. It’s something he enjoys doing when we’re in bed, but I know he wants more than that. I was just wondering when he’d decide to claim me.
At this point, we could be walking into our graves, so the thought of taking it easy and seeing where things go has flown out the window for me. I’m prepared to do just about anything Carter wants, but I’m unsure if he feels the same. Maybe he always felt like that, and he’s just careful because I’m an innocent virgin in his eyes.
I’m not so innocent. I’ve discovered that by how turned on I’ve gotten every time Carter has displayed his cock to me. Erect or not, it gets me going. The buzz between my legs is getting to the point where I can barely keep myself from begging him to dominate me, but I’ve held back. Right now, however, I don’t think I can hold back for much longer.
Carter squeezes my breast, and I can feel the need inside of him. His grip is rough and uncaring like he intends to take me with no mercy. I’ll let it happen because I can’t stand to be tortured by arousal any longer. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him before, but now the idea of having him seems inevitable.
“Do you like that?” Carter growls, suddenly yanking the neckline of my shirt out so hard that I hear the stitches pop.
I whimper in reply.
“I asked you if you liked it,” he says, glaring at me with what could be mistaken as anger if I didn’t know better.
My eyes flicker down to his charcoal slacks, a definitive bulge pressing through the fabric like a spring-loaded snake in a can. I look back into Carter’s eyes, then I smile. “I think you like this more than I do.”
He pushes me back. “Then it’s not worth doing,” he says.
“What?” I ask as I fall back against the door in a gentle thud. He didn’t push me hard, only enough to get me away from him, but I’m shocked. Doesn’t he want me?
“I’ll have you when you’re dripping wet, and you’ll beg me for my cock. Mark my words,” he growls.
“You’re the one who started this, not me,” I say, straightening out the neck of my shirt. It’s wrinkled and stretched, showing even more of my cleavage to the point where my white lacey bra is clearly visible.
I’ll let him look. Hell, I want him to look, but he has a bad attitude about me not getting on my knees and begging him to fuck me. I’m not that type of woman. He should know that by now, but he thinks that he can change me.
He’s wrong.
Carter turns around, rummaging through the shelves for the peanuts he was after earlier as though he didn’t just get me all hot and bothered a second earlier.
“Hey,” I say, frowning at the back of his head.
“What’s up?” he asks, turning his torso with a small pouch of peanuts in his hand.
“You know what’s up. What the fuck was that about?” I ask angrily.
“What was what about?”
I roll my eyes. “You’re telling me that you weren’t just about to try to have sex with me?”
“You didn’t want to,” he replies.
“I never said that.”
“But you implied it, and I take consent seriously,” he says.
“Don’t you dare make
