Illusion(42)

“I could care less about anyone else, vackra. I only want you,” he exhaled softly. His head turned so we were face to face, our lips meeting in a chaste kiss. My fingers inched down the zipper and moved to thumb open his jeans. He tilted his hips so his jeans fell open and his cock slipped into my palm. We both groaned in unison at the sensation of his velvety hardness in my hand, his impressive length throbbing in expectation of what was to come.

It only took a few strokes until he’d reached his limit, wanting more than just my hands on him.

“Wait two minutes and meet me in the bathroom,” Stefan said, jerking his head towards the front of the plane. He managed to zip his pants up underneath the blanket and stood up, his wide shoulders disappearing down the aisle into the bathroom.

It was the longest two minutes of my life. My heart was racing and I jiggled my leg nervously as I kept glancing at my watch. When the allotted time had passed, I placed the blanket on the seat and tried to casually walk to the bathroom. I had put my hand up to knock when it cracked open, his large hand blurring out and yanking me inside, locking the door behind us.

Inside the cramped airplane bathroom, we were pressed together and an exquisitely sinful smile quirked his lips. He grabbed me by the waist, sitting me on the edge of the tiny sink. His thoughts were completely unshielded and the intense emotion that filled his mind was overwhelming. It was more than love. It was adoration, devotion, worship and desire all jumbled together.

I understood his thoughts completely. I felt the exact way.

He moved his hands from my waist, up the curve of my back to tenderly cradle my face. I took in a deep breath, taking in his scent at the same time that my tongue darted out to taste his lips. When his mouth covered mine, energy jolted between us, the desire we felt for each other coming alive, vital and raw.

It was suddenly as if his hands had a mind of their own. They slipped away from my face to push my legs apart and I could why he’d been so insistent about my wardrobe choice for the day. My short skirt gave him easy access to the part of me he wanted most, and he made short work of stripping me of my panties.

His hands were a blur, almost ripping the button and zipper away from his pants in his haste to take me. I released a strangled gasp when I felt his fingers slip through my moist folds, testing my readiness. He withdrew his fingers, a sexy smirk spreading over his face that made my stomach clench in anticipation.

Stefan gripped my ass, roughly pulling me against him. He slid smoothly inside in a single hard thrust. He bared his teeth, the sharp, elongated fangs gleaming. His lips were quick to press against mine, fangs and all, as a moan threatened to escape from my mouth.

“Fuck! I want every person on this airplane to hear me bringing you pleasure.” Even his mind voice sounded ragged and out of control. “Yet we have to be quiet.”

My legs locked around him, gripping him firmly as his hips pounded into me. I could only wrap my arms around his neck and hold on as he stroked a fast, steady rhythm, the primal sound of our bodies colliding filling the small room.

“Too tight… too fucking perfect.” His voice was a whisper as his lips moved against mine, his heavily accented words making me buck my hips to meet his punishing speed. One of his fangs nicked my lower lip and he greedily sucked on it, pulling it into his mouth.

“Stefan. More…” I was beyond talking. It was hard for me to even put a thought together.

He obliged, the muscles in his arms and shoulders flexing with his effort. Throwing my head back against the wall, I let myself go, clenching and constricting around him. My powerful release brought on his own and he quaked against me, his fingers digging into the cheeks of my ass with so much force that I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow.

He let out a shaky laugh as he pulled me to him in a tight embrace, his lips against my temple.

“Wow,” I blurted out. Who knew a bathroom quickie could be that pleasurable?

Stefan pulled away long enough to zip and button the jeans that had slipped around his ankles. He leaned over to smell me, his eyes darkening again. “Vackra, you smell like sex and me.”

As I carefully slipped off the sink, I let out an unladylike snort. The last thing I wanted to do was spend another 10 hours on an airplane smelling like sex. The sensible side of me knew I should be embarrassed and ashamed of myself, but the new, more uninhibited side just couldn’t find it in me to care.

“I will go out first. I love you, Josephine.” He kissed me again lightly and turned to unlock the door. He looked back over his shoulder and winked on his way out.

That sneaky bastard! He had this planned all along. From the clothing, the heated build-up on the plane to the quick romp in the bathroom. I was wondering if I’d be presented with my welcome packet and official mile-high club card next.