I slide a hand up her smooth, long leg, then hook it over my hip, my gaze sliding to the blonde vee at the apex. She’s trimmed and waxed, probably for that asshat who didn’t have a clue what a treasure he had in this woman. I’m tempted to drop to my knees and taste her, but she seems to sense my urge and grabs me by the collar.
“Please. I need you to fuck me.”
God, those words are like a drug coming from her mouth. My cock throbs with eagerness to give her what she wants. I swallow and look her in the eyes. “I didn’t exactly come prepared for this.”
She shakes her head. “I have an IUD. And haven’t had sex in about a year. If I had anything, I’d know. And . . . something tells me I can trust you.”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes, wishing I could tell her how very wrong she is. I have secrets I can’t share. But I can give her this with a somewhat clear conscience at least; I’m not betraying her in the one way that matters most in the moment.
“For what it’s worth, I know I’m clean.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Her hands are already at my zipper, yanking it down and reaching inside to free my aching cock. I indulge myself a little by dropping a hand between her thighs just to feel her wetness. She’s hot and velvety smooth, her clit a stiff bud that I stroke and rub in a small circle while she guides my cock to her entrance.
When I first push against her opening, she looks a little fearful, her teeth digging hard into her lower lip. But when I pull back, she shakes her head. “Don’t stop. I can take you. You’re just bigger than I’m used to.”
Her eyes fall closed, her brow furrowed with concentration, and I dip down to nip at her mouth.
“Open your eyes. Keep looking at me.”
She does as I ask, her blue eyes locked onto mine. I push deeper and her gorgeous mouth falls open. I nearly close my own eyes at the delicious tightness that engulfs me as I slide farther inside. So tight, so hot, but also so very wet and slick. It’s all I can do not to lose it on the first stroke.
“Jesus, you feel good,” I mutter, dropping my forehead to hers and panting to try to gather my wits to keep going. She’s watching where we’re joined just as I am and undulates her hips a tiny bit, the friction sending a blast of pleasure through my cock that makes me groan.
She repeats the movement with a little moan of her own, and then I meet her needy rocking with my hips, slowly at first, then faster as the desire engulfs us both. Our fucking soon becomes a frenzy, her eyes wild now as her hips meet my own in perfect sync with each of my hard thrusts. She slides her hands down the back of my T-shirt, nails digging into my shoulders hard enough to hurt as her panting moans grow louder and more desperate.
Soon she’s on the verge of wailing, her core clamped around me, her face a mix of shock and desire. I pull her tight against me, slamming deep as I brush my lips against her ear. “I’m gonna come inside you. Tell me it’s okay.”
Her answer is a greedy moan and she bucks into me harder, teeth grazing my neck as she makes her way to my ear to answer. “God, yes. Come inside me, please.”
The second I lose it, her body follows, a harsh, keening cry filling the small space. I frantically cover her mouth with mine to drown out the noise of her orgasm, devouring the scream and enduring the sting of her fingernails sinking into my shoulders as her tight pussy milks my cock dry.
I don’t release her mouth for several seconds, addicted to the taste of her lips, not to mention afraid that she’ll draw more attention from the sleeping passengers or the flight attendants than necessary. Her muscles flex and quiver around my softening dick, but I take a few extra seconds to savor the rush. I wish this didn’t have to end, that we could stay trapped in this moment forever, because I’ve never felt so goddamn lucky in my life.
But the reality of it barrels back. I dip my head to kiss her one more time before pulling back and tucking myself away. She remains perched on the sink for a second, catching her breath. Her legs are splayed, still caging me in with her feet now braced on the wall behind me. Her pussy is pink and wet, coated in my creamy spend. It’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and it isn’t until I hear her husky sigh that I tear my gaze away. I reach down to the tissue dispenser just beneath her and grab several, handing them to her to clean up.
She eases up, pausing halfway to pull up her leggings. She gets them partway on before delicately wiping between her legs and tossing the wadded tissue into the toilet.
“I hope there isn’t a line,” she says with a cringe after flushing.
“I’ll handle it. You stay here and count
