I slide my fingertips up her thigh, stopping right where her leg meets her ass cheek and I lean in and whisper, “Because if you didn't wear underwear with this poor excuse for a skirt, you’d be in big trouble."
I slide my hand up under her skirt, squeezing one round globe before sliding over to the other. My words intermixed with a low husky chuckle as I whisper, “But if you did wear underwear with this poor excuse for a skirt, then you’d also be in trouble."
She freezes, her head craning back to look at me as she whispers, "What are you going to do?"
I don't reply, instead moving my hand from her ass, sliding down, grabbing the bottom of her skirt, pulling it up, revealing the hipster underwear she’s wearing. My body tightens at the sight, my cock now rock hard against her front and I shift slightly, pushing against her.
Quickly, I pull her underwear down, baring her ass to me, and then, without any hesitation I pull my hand back, bringing it down sharply on one side. She jumps, a yelp falling from her lips as I immediately give the other side the same treatment.
Her pale skin instantly starts to redden, and I give each cheek two more slaps in quick succession before surging to my feet, hefting her up and tossing her face first over the table in front of us.
She attempts to push herself up, her hands grappling on the smooth surface. When I press my hand between her shoulder blades forcing her down. "Don't fucking move."
She stops moving. She looks back at me, desire churning inside me at the excitement reflected in her eyes. I push her underwear further down her hips, leaving them mid-thigh while my free hand works to undo my belt and then the fastening and zipper of my jeans.
Pushing my boxers out of the way, I grip my dick squeezing and stroking my hard flesh while my other hand rubs against herpussy, my fingertips dipping inside, a low chuckle falling from my lips at the slickness there. I move my wet fingers to the tip of my dick, smear the proof of her want along my length, and then I blanket her body, guiding my tip between her legs.
Bracing myself over her, both palms against the table, she falls forward, her cheek pressed against the smooth surface, her eyes half-closed as she moans softly.
I rotate my hips, easing in and out slowly, pushing in deeper as her pussy slicks over my cock, and my pelvis touches her ass. I lower myself so my face is right by her ear as I ask, "Is this what you wanted?"
She shakes her head but says nothing. I pull my hips back, driving in sharply, earning a loud gasp from her. "I think you did. I think you wore this obscene skirt and broke my no underwear rule on purpose. You wanted me to spank your ass and fuck this needy pussy because you're desperate for me to fill you up."
Again, she shakes her head, but she says nothing. I use her silence as a challenge, rutting into her until those soft gasps and moans increase in volume.
Adjusting my stance, I move my hands so one's gripping the back of her head and my other palm is pressed against her mouth. My elbows braced against the table. I fuck her in earnest as I grit out against her, "Don't you dare fucking come. You don't get to come from being a bad girl."
Her eyes fly open, and she attempts to shake her hand in my grip. I move my palm away from her mouth, not wanting to take away her safe word. "You have to be fucking quiet. Do you understand?"
She nods but she doesn't say anything, so I add, "But don't you fucking come. That's your punishment."
I fuck her hard and fast, the sound of our skin slapping together, echoing through the plane as I allow that pure,unadulterated animalistic fucking to take over. She doesn't tell me to stop, she doesn't use her safe word or give any indication that she wants the scene to end, so I take it. I pull back one last time, driving forward forcefully, my balls tightening, the sting in my pelvis from smacking against her ass.
I freeze like that, pushing in and in and in as complete euphoria zips down my spine, pooling in my pelvis, my balls contract. My cock twitches deep inside her as I come, I curse and moan incoherently, my face pressed against her neck right behind her ear. My orgasm seems to go on forever, the pulse and release deep inside her, and I fear by the time I'm done, she'll be overflowing, and that thought just makes me want to come even more.
I remain sprawled on top of her for a few long moments until finally, she starts to squirm. I push back slightly and mutter, "So that's what all the fuss is about."
She turns her confused eyes on me as she asks, "What?"
I laugh shortly, shake my head as I straighten, slowly pulling my dick from inside her. "Coming inside a woman. I had to give it a few shots to know for sure, but now I think I’m starting to understand."
I step back, my eyes focus between her legs. I use a tissue from the box on the table, clean myself slightly. I tuck myself away, still watching those pink pussy lips now glistening with the proof of my release, and I have a sudden urge to fuck her again. And then she asks, "You've never come inside a woman?"
"Well, to be clear," I respond, my eyes lifting to meet hers teasingly. "I've never come in anyone."
She gives me an incredulous look and I laugh again, my hands pulling her underwear up and her skirt down, then I pat her on the ass. “Now you get to sit with that for the rest of the flight."
She frowns as I help her move from the table. And then she stands beside me and glares. "I can't just sit in it. That's not hygienic."
Roll my eyes as I say. "It's a short fucking flight, princess. I think you'll be fine."
Her glare intensifies. She opens her mouth to say something further when there's a knock on the door to the plane and Declan's voice comes through. "Are you decent?"
Cassidy's eyes close, her lips pressing together as her cheeks turn bright red. Her hands press against her face as she mutters to herself, something about God and strength that has me chuckling. I grip her hand, giving her a tug so she opens her eyes, pulling away as she whisper-shouts, "I don't want to ruin the seats."
It takes me a minute to understand her meaning, and then I grimace slightly, raising a hand, dictating for her to wait. She remains standing beside me rather awkwardly, twisting her fingers together in front of herself.
“It’s all clear, Dec," I yell, laughing again as the door opens and Declan pops his head in, looking around cautiously. Noting it truly being clear, he steps through the doorway, keeping his eyes on me as he walks toward us. Feeling incredibly childish, I ask, "Hey, Dec, you got a towel?"
