I Can Explain (Awkward Love 2)

“You sound surprised, but it’s exactly what you wanted. You manipulated me,” I say with a grin. I’m teasing her, but it’s exactly how I feel. I’ve been completely pussy whipped.

She bites her lip and looks down, a smile creeping across her lips. Then she glances behind us and back at me. Her eyes are laced with something I can’t quite put my finger on. She stands up and walks down the aisle, turning back after a few steps.

Her eyes sparkle. “So, are you coming, or not?”

I jump up. “With any luck, I will be in a minute,” I mutter.

The stall is much crampier than I was expecting, but we somehow make it work. I stare at her breasts as I lift her shirt over her head, then reach behind her back to unclasp her bra. I nod approvingly, taking her nipple in my mouth as I unbutton her jeans. I roll them down over her thighs, while she kicks off her shoes.

She removes her jeans while I thread her pink, lacey panties down over her legs. All I can smell is her sweet pussy, and it’s driving me crazy. I wrap my arms around her and press my lips against hers. She groans, pressing her body against me as my fingers circle her back.

“Hang on,” she says, pulling back enough to narrow her eyes at me. “How come I’m naked and you’re still completely dressed?”

“Because there’s something incredibly hot about fucking you, naked, in this tiny stall, while I’m still fully clothed,” I say. The plane jerks forward suddenly, sending me crashing into her.

“I think the question I should be asking, is how long we have before we take off,” she whispers, her face going pale. I chuckle, and she frowns at me. “Yeah, it’s all right for you. I’m the one who’s going to be sprawled out face down in the aisle out there, butt naked.”

“Relax. I’m sure we’ve got plenty of time,” I say with a laugh.

I lower my zip and reach inside my pants to free my very hard cock. She glances down and smiles as she wraps her fist around my shaft, sliding her fingers up and down my length as she presses her lips against mine. I groan and nudge her legs further apart. She takes the hint and positions her foot halfway up the wall, giving me much better access.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I mutter, sliding a finger inside her. She whimpers as I alternate between massaging her clit and thrusting my finger into her pussy. I lift my hand to my mouth and suck on my finger. “You taste pretty good too,” I mutter.

I get down on my knees and bury my tongue in her pussy. She gasps, covering her mouth with her arm to smother her screams. I take that as a challenge and work harder and faster, determined to get a very vocal reaction out of her. I lift her onto my face and suck her clit, wrapping my arms around her thighs for better control. She groans, thrashing around in my arms as she does everything she can to be quiet.

I smirk when she looks down and meets my eyes, then I slow things right down, focusing only on her clit. I suck it until it’s stiff, then bite down on it, before drawing circles around it with my tongue. She’s so close. I run my fingers up over her stomach, to her breasts, and roll her nipples between my fingers. She moans, her thighs clenching around my face as she flexes her hands against the wall, bracing herself.

“Holy shit,” she gasps, panting softly as I slide my tongue back and forth over her clit. “Oh God, please stop. I can’t. Oh God, I can’t…” Her voice trails off as I fuck her sweet pussy with my tongue. I’m relentless, and moments later, her body begins to spasm. “Oh God,” she cries out.

She groans loudly as she comes on my face. I grunt, ignoring the glower she’s directing my way as she rides out the last of her orgasm. When she’s done, I let her off me, laughing as she reaches over and slaps me on the arm.

“Hey,” I say with a grin. “I think what you mean is thank you.”

“Because now I have to go out there where everyone now knows exactly what you were doing to me in here?” she growls. “You’re lucky I’m not spiteful, or I’d be doing the same thing to you.”

I look down at my stiff cock and shrug.

“Knock yourself out.”

She opens her mouth to respond, just as a call is put out over the intercom to prepare for takeoff.

“Sorry. Looks like we’re out of time,” she says, smiling sweetly at me as she quickly dresses.

“Yeah, I bet you’re sorry,” I murmur, watching her step back into her panties and roll them up over her thighs.