The Wife Win

But no sooner did I regain momentum and close in on the brink of coming, as I imagined his mouth between my legs, licking at my clit like he did earlier at the arena, that we heard the flight attendant begin to move up the aisle. Marek suddenly stopped and slipped his hand out of my pants placing it innocently on his lap like nothing was amiss, staring down with an amused expression. I glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants, his hand doing nothing to conceal it.

Deftly buttoning my pants, I leaned over to whisper in his ear. “You do know all large items must be stowed away properly,” I insisted with a naughty tease, pulling back so he could see the mischief in my eyes.

“Go to the lavatory. I’ll follow in ten seconds. I’ll knock twice.”

I’ll give him credit. I thought my offer to fuck me in the bathroom would have him jumping from his seat and running down the aisle like the plane was on fire. But in pure Marek style, he slowly rose from his seat, loosened his tie, and ever so casually made his way to the bathroom.

Me, on the other hand, practically made a spectacle of myself. I would not make a good spy on a covert operation.

After putting away my laptop and returning my tray table to the upright position, I yawned and stretched my arms high, the move reminding me how empty I was inside and there was only one way to remedy that.

I slipped on my shoes and scooted out into the aisle, feeling the heat of my flush crawling up my neck and face. Although the cabin was completely dark, illuminated only by laptops or overhead reading lights, I still felt like everyone knew that the Mile High Club would be welcoming a new member to its ranks.

It almost stopped me in my tracks. Had Marek joined the club before? Has he done this kind of thing with other women?

The idea shook me a little as I stood outside the door of the bathroom that saidOccupied.But it shouldn’t matter. What he did before me was none of my concern. He was married. Had a completely different life.

And this weekend was just for fun. Nothing more.

I would consider this our finale of a fucking fantastic weekend fling. Emphasis on the fucking.

I inhaled a breath and gave the door two quick knocks with my fist.

The door unlatched and opened. I glanced quickly down the aisle, ready to make my quick escape if anyone seemed suspicious or on to us. But I didn’t have time when Marek’s hand snaked out and grabbed hold of my wrist, yanking me inside before shutting and locking the door tight.

His mouth was on mine instantly, his tongue sweeping in as he kissed me deeply while his hips pushed forward and pinned my backside against the small counter. While this was a private jet lavatory and had more room than your average commercial flight, it was still a tight fit and not a lot of room to sprawl out.

Marek already had his pants down to his ankles as his fingers rose to the buttons of my blouse and I tore my mouth from his, an immediate concern rising up my throat as I remembered what happened at the arena earlier and I covered his knuckles with my palm.

“No ripping…be nice…it would be hard to explain missing buttons,” I warned, in reference to the panties he ended up tearing apart when he wrenched them off me to get inside. Marek stifled a chuckle and shrugged innocently.

His voice was low and sexy when he leaned down, undoing four buttons, and opening my front-clasp bra before cupping my breasts in his hands.

“I’m always nice. Except when I’m not.”

And then faster than I could say the team’s full name, Marek spun me around to face the vanity mirror. He worked the zipper of my pants down as I watched him slip both my panties and slacks down to my ankles so I could kick a foot out. His cock poked me from behind as I looked back in the mirror at his gorgeous face.

He gave me a smirk so sexy that if I were wearing panties, I’d call it panty-dropping. Then he tilted my hips upward in one fluid motion, my body shifted forward, and I felt the oh-so-delicious slide of his cock through my wet folds.

“You bring out a wild and dormant part of me, Harp,” he said roughly into my ear, and I shivered at the knowledge. I mean, who the hell says stuff like that? Jesus, it was swoony and hot all at once and I was pretty sure I was so worked up I might orgasm the minute he entered me.

Our eyes locked in the mirror’s reflection and we were as close as two people can be. My cheeks were flushed, and his pupils were dilated under the faint LED lighting from above. It was clear we were both affected by this.

Lust and dread drove through me simultaneously. Fear of reaching the end of this incredible weekend.

His hand gripped his cock wedged between my legs and he guided himself to my entrance.

My eyes grew heavy, mouth slack as I released a gigantic exhale that was pushed free from my chest when he was fully seated inside me.

“Harp,” he growled, rocking against me from behind, one hand slithering up my stomach to latch on to my breast, squeezing it and flicking a thumb over the protruding nipple. “God, look at us. It’s so fucking hot.”

He wasn’t joking. It was overwhelming to my senses, seeing it all right before my eyes as I witnessed the two of us joined together.

I was so wet and turned on that my climb to the top didn’t take long. My body teemed with desperate tension, coiling and spinning and ready to unleash at the slightest provocation.

The hand on my breast moved down to my stomach before both Marek’s palms clenched at my hips as he fucked me with intensity, rocking and thrusting hard and deep, mumbling gibberish aboutfeeling so good…so perfect.

“I’m close,” I breathed out.