I glance up from my book and see him walking toward me. When did he get on the plane? I thought he was going to New York? My heart starts racing. I look over and Jack's sleeping soundly next to me. My eyes meet the object of my lust and he nods, wanting me to follow him. But should I follow him? What does he want with me? I sit in my seat, undecided for a moment. Curiosity wins. I jump up and walk down the aisle, glancing behind me to be sure Jack is still sound asleep. Where did he go? I walk toward the galley, expecting him to be in there. I peer around the corner and see no sign of him. Is this some kind of game? A forceful hand on my shoulder startles me. I whip around to see Mr. Lust discreetly holding open the door to the lavatory. Seriously? He extends his hand and my intrigue forces me to follow him inside.
He shuts the door and I shift uncomfortably. “What are you doing here?” I question him, both scared and excited by the situation.
He lets out a sigh. “Bella, I’m just”—he pauses—“fuck, I'm finishing this.” He pulls me toward him and our arms immediately wrap around each other. He grabs my head, pulling my chin toward him. Our lips meet and I feel a burning throughout my body. I never thought we’d share another kiss, especially not trapped in the confines of this tiny bathroom, just feet away from my boyfriend. We kiss each other hard, our tongues wrap around each other’s while he pulls my head, tugging my hair in hungry passion.
He turns me around and we grasp for air to catch our breath. I stand in front of him, our bodies still pressed against each other from the tight quarters of the bathroom. We both stare into the mirror in front of us, and he slowly pulls down the top of my dress, exposing my bra. His fingers slide across my shoulders, and my body is electrified, with every little hair standing at attention, wondering, waiting for his next move. He leans forward and kisses my neck, taking small nibbles as he moves along. His hands slide across my breasts, and my nipples immediately harden, begging for more attention.
His hands continue downward, grabbing my hips and then lifting up my dress enough to slide his hand beneath the fabric. His left hand is wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him, and his right hand slips into my panties. I watch his face in the mirror, so focused and entranced by me. I'm still barely breathing, releasing only short shallow breaths as the pleasure and anticipation move through me, waiting and wondering what he'll do next. I reach my hand behind me, grabbing his belt, and feeling his arousal through his pants. I remove his belt and slide my hand inside, finding his massive muscle ready and waiting. I gently massage him, feeling the sheer size as I move my hand up and down. He lets out a groan of pleasure just as he slides his finger inside of me. I nearly lose it right then, feeling myself tighten and excite with his expert stroke. His fingers are long and strong, giving me a preview of the mystery object waiting in his pants.
“I need you now,” Mr. Lust commands, both telling me and asking me at once. I nod my head with approval, desperate to feel him inside of me. He slides my panties to the side with his finger, and without removing them, he pushes forward and I feel him inside of me. We groan in unison, and our bodies start moving in synchronous rhythm. Our hips rock in succession and I feel myself tighten around him. I grab his head again, kissing him so that our tongues are moving in the same sweet sequence as our bodies. He slides in and out of me, quickly but fully, teasing me with each movement, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I reach around and grab his ass, feeling how taut it is as it flexes over and over again. My climax begins to build inside of me, and he instantly starts moving faster and faster, somehow sensing that I’m near the edge. The explosive need keeps building and building, and I know I won't make it much longer. I feel my body reaching the point of no return and I grab his neck and deepen my kiss just as my climax explodes through my body. His body responds to my vibrations and I feel him tense, then watch his eyes close as he finds his release with me. I sit with him still inside of me, lost in his eyes. I study his face, trying to tell what this practical stranger is thinking.
Then, my own thoughts return, and I realize what I’ve just done. Did I really just betray the man I’m falling in love with for Lust