“Well, you’ll definitely enjoy it. I should be getting back. I don’t want them to give my little bed away.” Ugh, why am I like this?
“They won’t give your spot away. So this bed is designed for two, there are even controls for each side. I’m suggesting that you share it with me. No funny business—unless you enjoy that kind of thing. I know I do.”
Holy fuck. I’m so tipsy, so tired, and so delusional. Did he just offer for me to sleep with him and like—sleepwith him?
“Sorry?” I look at him and beg for elaboration.
“Your bed is uncomfortable. Mine is too big. We have a few hours left of the flight. I’m offering you a place to sleep and, or ...” he takes a breath, but his voice is low and steady. “Enjoy the rest of the flight with me exploring something a little more physical. We don’t have to have sex, but we can enjoy getting to know each other. When the plane lands we can go our separate ways and no one will be the wiser. That is if you aren’t already committed to one of the half-naked men who you go to school with. I am not attached.”
I think I’m about to pass out.
“Um. Can I sit down?” Before I fall over.
Chapter Four
Marcel
I worry that I’ve scared her as her wide eyes meet mine. I can see that she wants to trust me, wants to allow herself to enjoy this, but isn’t sure how.
“There’s no judgment. We can do or not do whatever you want. I find you remarkably attractive and adorable. When I see something I want I go for it. I know I’m several years older than you are, but let’s just consider that experience. Unless you’re not attracted to me and that’s fine. My ego can take the hit. The ball is in your court. You are in charge here. I’ll do only what you're comfortable with.” She looks like she might pass out.
“Why?” Is what she manages to say.
“Because you only live once.” I give her my kindest answer. The real answer is that I simply can’t resist her. “And you also can walk out, go back to your little bed and I’ll stay here. No pressure. I’m not a creep. But you should know that I don’t date women. I like them. I’m not gay, nor am I bisexual, but as a rule I don’t date; I hook up. I had one devastating relationship that I will be paying for for the rest of my life and that’s all I need. If I want to enjoy a woman’s company I use apps like Hinge and Tinder. I’m sure you are the kind of woman who dates men.”
“Well, I’m not in anything long-term and I haven’t met a man who has made me want something more, so I guess youand I are a little alike, but I don’t use dating apps.” She bites her lower lip and all I want to do is kiss it. “Part of me knows I should just enjoy this like a grownup and join the mile high club, and the other part wants to jump out of the airplane.” She laughs nervously and it looks like she might cry.
I don’t want her in this much distress; this is supposed to be fun.
“How about we just see how this goes? I’ll ask for consent at every step and if you say stop, we stop, no questions, no further pleas on my end. Tonight, I am at your mercy.” This seems to ease her wariness.
“Okay, but just know, I’ve never done this. I usually know a person pretty well before anything physical happens.”
“Trust me, I already know. You’re the kind of woman a man marries ... period. I’m honored you’re even considering my offer. And if you just want to sleep, you can. I submit my bed to you freely, even if your gorgeous vegan self snores all night long. I’m just happy to be here.”
I look at her scrumptious body in her nightwear with her boobs tightening into peaks. She doesn’t probably know how turned on she’s getting, but she has me hard as a rock. Behind my hands covering my erection, I am solid stone.
She turns and faces me, clearly terrified. “Okay, what do I do?”
“How about let me kiss you to start?” I keep my voice calm and seductive. I definitely hope she lets me do more than kiss, but getting my mouth on those sweet lips would be a good start. I lean in and she tastes better than I imagined. I pull her in closeand fuck it, let her feel me; feel what she’s doing to me. I press myself against her and she gasps in my mouth.
“You have been driving me insane all night,” I share and while I know this comes off as sinister, I’m under a spell. She’s the muse, I’m only the devotee. I slip my tongue into her perfect mouth and feel her soft curves against my rock hardness and I’m about to spontaneously combust.
“May I touch you?” I break away to ask.
“Yes,” she says softly.
“Is there anywhere I may not touch?” I silently beg a God I don’t believe in to let me have free access to all parts of her.
“I um,” she takes a breath. “I guess not.” She looks like she might cry.
“I promise only to worship you.” I fucking mean it.
“Ok,” she’s a little more confident.
“Can I use my mouth?” I ask because I mean to taste every single inch of her.
“Oh my,” she mouths and I can see the thoughts coursing through her head. “Yes,” she softly acquiesces and I slip my arm around her and move us to the bed.
