“You do that,” she said, winking. “I say we just head there now.”
He grinned.
“Decisions. Decisions. So do you want to keep reading your edition of SkyMall? Or do you want to join The Mile High Club? Just remember, great risk comes with great reward.”
She scrabbled with the seatbelt until it unbuckled and made her way, wobbling coltishly down the long extremely narrow aisle to the bathroom.
Consummating your love in an airplane bathroom is no easy task. The bathroom was as stupidly tiny as the aisle was narrow. She looked around, trying to figure out the logistics. Even if she just convinced him to slide his fingers inside her panties for a few minutes, just to get relief, even with the faucet wedged against her ass, it would be worth it.
There was something hot and forbidden about getting it on in the confines of the airplane toilet, with its aggressive lemon-scented air freshener and filmy mirror. She heard the scratching at the folding door, and she admitted him hastily. Immediately, she set to work on his belt buckle.
Brandon put his mouth on hers, his tongue stroking in so lusciously that it was all she could do to subdue a moan. She wanted him so badly. Marj had never wanted anyone as much as she wanted Brandon Cates at that moment. The fact that he was already her husband was surreal and delightful. Not that she would have cared if he were someone else’s husband at this point.
Dipping his head, Brandon sucked her neck as she unfastened his trousers. She felt his erection jutting into her hand, and she was gratified, thrilled that she could inspire him that way, that he wanted her just as much as she needed him. She helped him hike up her skirt until it was bunched around her waist. He tried to pull her lacy blue panties down, but there wasn’t enough room to remove anything in the narrow, closet-like space. So he raised an eyebrow and jerked her panties off, ripping them at the seams. It turned her on to hear the fabric rip in his strong hands. He tucked them in his pocket and set his hand against her wet, swollen cleft.
In seconds, she was rocking against his clever fingers and panting. Still, she wanted more. Marj hooked one leg around his hips, and he lifted her by the thighs, her legs wrapped around him tightly as he entered her and thrust. He backed her up to the narrow wall space between the sink and toilet and he pumped into her swiftly, effectively. Her passage was slick and ready, every part of her clinging, clamping around him possessively. She kissed him fiercely, threw her head back as her climax took her, biting hard on her lip to keep from crying out. He finished in her with a pounding fury as the final tremors of her orgasm subsided. He leaned his forehead against hers and they caught their breath, disentangling themselves reluctantly from one another.
As he straightened his clothes, she kissed him again, her heart still pounding. She loved him, and the fact that he’d just made love to her in an uncomfortable and fairly disgusting location was testament to how much he cared for her in return. Brandon was not a man to go slumming, to abandon his fastidious upbringing for no reason. He was used to only the finest of everything in the world. So for a man like that to screw her in a public toilet was pretty damn romantic, as far as Marj was concerned.
She was trembling, her hands clutching his sleeves. She had the strangest urge to stay there forever, in that airplane bathroom with her husband. She furrowed her brow and leaned her head against his chest.
“Is it wrong that I never want to leave here?” she asked.
“Wrong? I’m not sure. Weird and appalling, yes,” he said, kissing the top of her head indulgently.
“Promise me we’ll have the best time ever on this trip and nothing will ruin it,” she demanded.
“I don’t think it’s practical to say such a thing. There could be a hurricane or—or locusts or an outbreak of dysentery from the water supply, like if the filter malfunctioned.”
“You are just a ray of sunshine, Brandon Cates,” she said, “I’m going back to my seat.”
He released her from his arms and watched her fumble with the bi-fold door and brave the curious gazes of the passengers seated back in the bowels of the plane. He counted to twenty and followed her out, as if everyone wouldn’t know what they’d been up to anyway. He joined her at their seats and watched in some amusement as the flight attendant tried to explain to him why he couldn’t have an actual bottle of water, only a small plastic cup filled with water from the communal bottle. He had looked at Marj pointedly, and she sighed.
It was then that Marj noticed that the flight attendant looked identical to the secretary Brandon had. It wasn’t her. But her looks were identical. Was the Wicked Queen at it yet again? She’d do anything to get us to argue and breakup. Or was Marj just being paranoid?