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“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I praise her softly. I don’t want to get us caught, but I need her to know. I need to make sure she knows how fucking good she is. “You’re perfect, taking me so damned well. I’m all the way in you now, and it feels fucking amazing. You’re amazing.”

She whimpers in response, working her hips back like she wants to take me deeper.

That’s enough to spur me on, to get me to start moving, slow and controlled. I’m holding myself back as much as I can to make this last. I want more than this cramped bathroom and a handful of minutes. I want to spread her out somewhere and take my time with her. I want to learn every part of her properly and find out just how many more tempting noises I can get to spill from her lips.

But I don’t have that right now, and I’m the kind of person who’s good at working with what I do have.

Right now, I have a beautiful woman, hot and wet and eager for me, bent over and practically begging me for more. So I give her everything I can give, thrusting into her, making sure she feels it.

I lean in closer so I can put my mouth right against her ear. “Do you feel that?” I ask. “Do you feel how deep inside you I am? How I’m bottoming out every time I press into you, filling you up completely?”

Brynn nods, practically biting her lip in half trying to hold back her sounds. I wish I could hear them. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted to make her scream so loud this whole plane would know she’s in here getting fucked so good. The muffled whimpers are hot too, though, and I savor them.

“Does it feel good? Do you want more?”

She nods desperately, pressing her hips back and grinding down against me.

Fuck, that feels good.

“Just like that,” I whisper. “Just like that. I love feeling how much you want this.” Every word I say makes her more turned on, and I can feel her getting wetter around me and the way her body flutters and contracts.

I can’t help the way that makes me want to fuck her harder, and I snap my hips forward, burying myself to the hilt before pulling out and doing it again. Each thrust is hard and deep, adding to the sensation and heat growing between us.

I could get lost like this. Just fucking into her until we both fall apart.

“Please,” she moans softly. “Please, give it to me.”

“You need more, pretty girl? You need me to really make you feel it?”

She nods, and her eyes in the mirror are pleading. How can I say no to that, right?

I let her have it, letting the pressure build even more as I give her what she asked for. The sound of skin slapping skin is probably too loud at this point, but I can’t stop. Not when she’s clenching around me, her body trying to keep me in and wanting me to go harder at the same time.

I grab on to her hips harder, my fingers biting into her soft skin. I half hope I leave marks behind, so she can look at them until they fade and remember that this happened. Chances are I’ll never see her again after this, not in person anyway, and it gives me a thrill to know she’ll be thinking about it while she goes on with her life.

We’re both into it, and things are really heating up, the sound of skin slapping skin loud in the tiny bathroom. Neither of us seem to care about getting caught right now. At least, not as much as we should. We’re both lost in this, taking our pleasure from each other and focused purely on getting closer and closer to the edge.

And then the plane hits another pocket of turbulence. It’s a rough one, and it feels like the plane drops several feet in a matter of seconds. The sudden shift shoves me even deeper inside of Brynn, and she gasps, her whole body jolting hard with the impact.

I go still immediately, heart hammering in my chest. “Do you want to stop?” I ask. Only because I know she’s afraid of turbulence and doesn’t like it when the plane is jerking around like this. It gets to her, and I don’t want her to be uncomfortable while this is happening.

Brynn shakes her head hard, meeting my eyes in the mirror. They flare with determination and heat, and there’s no trace of fear there at all. “Don’t you dare stop,” she pants. “Not when I’m this close.”

The grin spreads over my face automatically. There’s something about her response, so fierce and breathless and certain, that hits me somewhere unexpected.

“That’s my girl,” I tell her and then blink in surprise. I’m not sure where that flash of possessiveness came from, considering we met just a few hours ago. But for now, it’s not what I’m going to focus on. I just file it away to examine later, when I’m not balls deep in a beautiful woman in an airplane bathroom.

The plane shakes again, and I stop holding back. All the careful control from before has gone out the window, and now I’m spurred on by a sense of urgency. I want her to come, and I want to feel it.

I fuck into her hard and fast, fingers biting into the soft flesh of her hips. Brynn covers her mouth with one hand to hold back the sounds of pleasure that want to spill out each time I drive into her. I keep her steady against the turbulence, chasing the finish line as I fuck her.

After a while, I let one hand move around so I can touch her between her legs, finding her clit. She’s so wet, and her clit is a responsive little bundle, twitching under my fingers as I rub it.

“Oh fuck,” she moans, bucking back into me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Just like that,” I whisper. “You feel so fucking good. Come for me. Come for me, pretty girl. I want to feel it.”

A shiver runs through her, and that’s all the warning I get before her body goes impossibly tight around me. She bites down on her lip hard to muffle the sound of her pleasure, trembling and clenching around my cock hard enough that it drags me right over the edge with her.