19 Lust

He pulled down his soccer pants, and she was momentarily surprised how ready he was. Grabbing the back of her neck, he pulled her down to him.

The pulsing proved how much he wanted her. How angry he'd been she'd left. He pulled her up and kissed her. Excavating her mouth with hunger. With lust.

He pulled her on top of him. Her back pressed to his front. Slowly he pulled down her leggings then quickly he inserted himself. One of his hands clasped tightly over her mouth so she couldn't cry out. The other hand slid under the large sweater. Grasping her hips harder than before.

He was relentless and just as she was going to finish, he did. Leaving her wanting more. He pulled out of her and practically shoved her onto her seat. Pulling his training pants up before smoothing his hair, he opened the curtain and signaled the flight attendant. She scrambled to fix her appearance before the attendant made her way to them.

"We will both have another."

Never, in all their time together, had he finished before her. She narrowed her eyes at him and he grinned. One of those cocky, toothy grins, that shows you have won.

The attendant brought their drinks.

He looked at her as he sipped his whiskey. She shrugged, "Excuse me, I have to use the restroom."

As she went to stand, he grabbed her arm. She wrenched it from his grasp and walked the 10 steps to the bathroom briskly.

Once inside she washed her face. She could see the color in her checks and annoyance in her eyes. The fleeting thought of finishing herself off was crossing her mind as a knock at the door sounded. Surprised, she opened it and Nick pushed his way in.

"What are you -" she began to protest.

"Don't worry, I've paid them off. No one gives a shit." And with that he turned her back to him. Pulled down her leggings and got on his knees. She grasped the edge of the sink for support and tried not to cry out. His lips found her lips between her legs.

"Nicholas, I -" she whispered hurriedly.

He shushed her, making her thighs quiver. She was almost there, just a minute more. He stopped again.

She turned to face him. Anger clearly evident on her face. One of his hands went to her neck. She clawed his forearm but he didn't release. Instead, he pushed into her again. This time with so much force she cried out. She could feel the edge of the sink cutting into her ass but her release was in seconds. It didn't stop there.

An odd thought crossed her mind. Had it ever been this carnal? Again and again she came. It could've been seconds, minutes, or hours. She couldn't tell. Finally with a strangled cry of his own. Nick came too.

Then he put his forehead to hers and said, "Fuck. Me. Ophelia."