The cashier coughs.
I want to remind her the day isn’t over yet, but I’m not inclined to discuss our sex life in the middle of an airport giftshop.
“Can we shelf this until later?”
“We might not have later.” She turns to face me. “It’s our honeymoon, Preston. It’s bad juju not to have sex every day of it.”
I didn’t get the memo about this being our honeymoon—or about this tradition—but Kit’s clearly upset about it.
She furiously signs the receipt. “You’d think being superstitious yourself you’d understand why this is such a big deal. Especially since we’re about to get on a plane.”
Okay, then. This is less about sex and more about her fear of flying.
“We didn’t have sex the first night we were here,” I remind her, hoping it will ease her anxiety.
“I know and we fell off a cliff the next day.”
She’s got me there.
The cashier’s eyes widen as she sticks the shirt in a bag and hands it to Kit. “Have a nice day.”
“Not until my husband fucks me,” Kit snaps before heading for the exit.
As usual, I chase after her. “We can have sex on the plane. I’ve always wanted to join the mile-high club.”
Picking up her steps, she looks around. “No. I hate flying so I won’t be able to relax enough to fully enjoy it.”
Oh, I’ll make sure she does. “Challenge accepted.”
Her lips turn down in a frown when we reach our terminal. “I’m serious.” She chucks her coffee into a nearby garbage can. “Besides, it needs to be while we’re still here.” Suddenly, her eyes light up and she takes hold of my hand.
I’m about to ask her where she’s taking us, but I have my answer when we stop in front of a men’s room.
“I’m not fucking you in an airport bathroom where there’s a high probability someone will walk in and interrupt us.”
Granted, it’s a small airport and there aren’t many people around.
However, the thought of someone catching us and me having to stop what’s now my favorite addiction isn’t something I’m down with.
Then again, not even the jaws of life could pry me from Kit once I’m inside her. So, there’s that.
“We’ll lock the door,” Kit declares, leading me into the bathroom.
I glance at my watch. “Our flight leaves in ten minutes.”
Her pussy is unquestionably the best I’ve ever had, but there’s no way I’ll be finished in that amount of time.
She locks the door behind us. “We’ll make it quick.”
Whatever reservations I had vanish when she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear and utters, “Where do you want me?”
I want her everywhere. On the floor. Against the wall. On the sink. Hell, even the toilet.
There’s no limit to my hunger for Kit. It’s insatiable.
Closing the distance between us, I peer down at her. “I want you creaming my cock.”
A faint blush colors her cheeks. Even though she won’t say it, I know my dirty talk turns her on.
I toy with the thin strap of her tank top, watching her nipples harden under the white fabric. “While you scream my name.”
I slide the strap over the curve of her shoulder. When it’s halfway down her arm, I give it a sharp tug and her tit pops out.
As I drop my mouth to her nipple, I grab her hand and place it on my growing cock. “You want this?”
She fumbles with the zipper on my jeans. “Yes.”
My mouth is at her ear as I push her hand away. “Beg.”
Her body doesn’t lie, but I want to hear her say the words. To know that she wants me so deep inside her, she’ll never get me out.
That she’s just as obsessed with me as I am with her.
“I need you inside me.” Her breath is a shallow gasp. “Now.”
As luck would have it, she’s wearing a denim skirt, granting me easy access.
“Lift up your skirt.”
Her pulse thrums in her neck as she bunches the fabric in her hands and raises it past her thighs.
Sinking to my knees, I zero in on her little pink thong. There’s a wet spot forming that I want to lick up. “Show me your pretty pussy.”
My cock jerks when she moves it aside, exposing glistening swollen lips.
I trail my hands up the back of her thighs, easing them apart. “I need to taste you.”
“There’s not enough time—”
I slide my tongue between her slick lips.
A sharp moan leaves her, and she shudders. “Oh. God.”
I grab her hips, bringing her closer. “Fuck my face.”
It’s an order, not a request.
Her hips rock against my mouth as I eat her without finesse, stretching the walls of her pussy with my tongue. Feasting like I’ll never have another meal.
Whimpering, her hand curls around the back of my head as I suckle her clit with the right amount of suction to get her off.
“Fuckity fuck.”
Her juices drip down my chin as a strangled moan tears out of her and she convulses.
Sagging forward, she pants, “Jesus. That was—”
I stand. “We’re not done.”
Seizing her waist, I turn her toward the sinks. Then I give that sweet little ass of hers a firm smack. “Bend over.”
She obeys, gripping the edges as she raises her pert bottom for me.
I spread her cheeks, holding her open. This way every time I look down, I’ll see my dick gliding in and out of her tight cunt.
“Condom,” she croaks as my head nudges her opening.
I’ve never had a problem using them before. Hell, it was a prerequisite. But now that I know how much better it feels going bareback, it’s a goddamn hindrance.
A very necessary one.
Fortunately, the optimist in me managed to grab two out of the box before she packed them.
I tear the foil open with my teeth. “You need to get on birth control.”
If not, I’m getting a vasectomy.
“I’ll make an appointment with my gyno.”
Fisting my dick, I work my crown inside her. “Make it soon.”
As in yesterday.
“I’ll call—”
A throaty sound escapes her when I drive forward, sinking into her warm, wet heat.
So fucking perfect.
Kneading her ass, I work my dick slowly, drawing out each stroke. Every time I withdraw, I see her arousal coating my cock. The torment is equal parts heaven and hell, but I need to maintain control.
“More,” Kit urges, her tone laced with desperation as she clamps my cock.
A shivering heat licks down my spine and whatever control I had goes out the goddamn window.
I pump in and out of her with relentless thrusts that end with my balls slapping her. “Is this what you want?”
Her raspy moan fills the room and she bucks her hips like she’s starving for it.
“That’s it.” I grab her tits, squeezing them as I fuck her. “Take this cock you begged for.” Her wetness seeps down my sack and I give it to her harder. “Every fucking inch.”
I slide my hand down her torso, stopping when I reach her clit. It throbs when I circle it with my thumb.
Hissing, she clutches my cock like she never plans to let go. “Preston.”