“Something to drink?” she asks.
“I’ll take a coffee,” I tell her before turning my gaze to Saint. “You mentioned you were thirsty, honey. What would you like?” I ask her as I slow my fingers.
She glares at me before clearing her throat, and just as she opens her mouth, I speed up, rubbing her clit hard just as I curl my index finger upward to reach her G-spot. A cough expels from her, and I try to hide my grin as she sputters out a “water is fine, thank you” before the flight attendant retreats.
Saint: I am going to kill you.
Me: You love me. Now give me what I want. I know you’re close.
And she was. Her hips haven’t stopped gently rocking against me, and her hand has moved over top of mine, guiding me where she wants me. She’d pulled my fingers out of her and placed my two fingers to her clit, moving them for me in a circle while she managed to move her hips without moving the rest of her body.
Her clit is so slippery, tingles shoot through my body, and my throat suddenly goes dry, desperate to replace my fingers with my mouth. I look at the front of the plane, where the restroom is, wondering if there was any chance in hell anyone would notice if we both went in there.
I’ve been trying my best not to look at her, knowing that the second I cast my eyes on her while she’s like this, I’ll never be able to pull them away. But the quiet whimper that she lets out, alerting me that she’s close, has my eyes darting to her just as she goes over the edge. Her other hand grips the armrest, and her hand loosens from around mine just as her eyes flutter closed for a second. Like she knows she’s in public, but she can’t resist the urge to indulge in the pleasure fully. She opens her eyes after a beat before turning her wicked gaze to me as I pull my hand out from between her legs. I don’t immediately slide them through my lips like I want to, having had a better idea float through my head as the flight attendant begins to move up the aisle.
“I can’t believe you,” she says quietly while rolling her shoulders back and moving her neck in a circle. “God, that was fucking good though.” I know Saint’s body as well as I know my own, and I’ve spent years making her come, but knowing I make her feel good still sends that familiar surge of pride I felt the first time I made her come all those years ago.
The flight attendant returns with a warm smile, placing my coffee in front of me and a cup of ice water in front of Saint. I don’t waste a second before dragging my wet fingertips across the rim of the mug, rubbing all of Saint’s juices along it. I do a quick scan of those around me to make sure no one is watching before I inconspicuously lick the rim of the mug and take a sip of the black coffee. Saint is watching in fascination, her eyes ping ponging between my mouth and the mug.“Thanks for the creamer.” I lift my chin toward her, and her eyes finally pull away from my mouth to meet my eyes.
“I… I need to go clean up…” she stammers, and I smile, knowing that this simple move has made her horny for me all over again.
I let her out, and I watch as she makes her way up the aisle, my eyes trained on her ass that I want nothing more than to sink my teeth into, bouncing with each step.
Saint is barely inside the bathroom before I have a message from her.
Saint: My underwear is soaked, so thank you for that.
Me: You’re welcome. Take them off and bring them to me.
Saint: I am not doing that.
Me: When did you become shy? What happened to the girl who used to leave her wet underwear in my gym locker so I’d find them after practice?
Saint: omg I forgot about that lol
I see the bubbles indicating she’s typing, but I’m not expecting the picture to pop up on my phone, which is of her taking a photo of herself in the mirror. Topless.
Fuuuuuck.
My cock that had previously softened after she’d orgasmed all over my fingers has sprung back to life at the stunning visual of my gorgeous girl’s perky nipples.
Me: Are you trying to get me to come in there?
Saint: Just figured I’d give you something *winky face*
Me: You are so beautiful. I never get tired of looking at you.
I save the photo, adding it to my hidden pictures folder, which is a shrine to Saint with all the videos and photos of her and some of ustogether.
Saint: My pussy is still throbbing from when you touched me. It still aches.
Me: Are you in there… touching yourself?
Saint: I needed another one.
Me: Fuck.
I rub a hand over my jaw and run my tongue aggressively over my teeth, fucking hating that only about twenty steps and a tiny door separate me from a half-naked Saint with a hand between her legs.
