“I don’t pleasure myself.”
I whisper against her ear, “Now who’s the liar?”
Her breath catches in her throat as realisation dawns. “You’ve been watching me?”
My lips curve into a sinister grin as memories of her touching her sweet little cunt flick through my mind, and all I’m missing is a box of popcorn.
“You dirty bastard.” She jabs her elbow into my ribs, but it barely tickles.
A chuckle bursts out of me. “You’re the dirty one. I’m not the one playing with a pink vibrator night after night.” I reach my hand back between her legs, dipping my fingers into her slick folds.
She whimpers at the touch, her legs shaking as I circle her little nub and pepper kisses against her neck, moving to the corner of her mouth, but she tilts her head, moving her lips away.
“Tell me, fiore mio, was it my hand you imagined touching you?” I grind my hips into her soft, cushioned cheeks. “My dick fucking you.” I watch her reflection fall apart as she leans back against my chest, a moan of ecstasy caressing her lips.
With every stroke, my arm knocks her tits, making themjiggle, and I’m leaking pre-cum into my boxers. The sight in the mirror mesmerising. “Was it my face you pictured when you came, Rose?”
A broken moan spills from her lips.
I use my free hand to cover her mouth. “Shh.”
Her panting breaths are more erratic as my movements become faster. She chases her climax, rocking into my hand. She’s about to cry out, but I smother her moans with my palm, masking her guttural cry as I plunge my fingers back into her cunt to feel her clamp down around me.
Her whole body vibrates. Her breath is hot on my palm as she whimpers my full name.
I keep my fingers inside her, feeling every ripple and tremor wring through her tight heat, arousal pooling on my hand. “Fuck.” Every muscle in my body wants to sink my dick into her, kiss her lips tenderly and make love to my woman just like I did when it was her first time, treat her like the queen she is and worship every damn curve of her body, but that would give away my true feelings for her, and I’m not ready to play that card yet. Instead, I bite her neck in frustration, hating how this woman makes me crazy with lust and hungry with need.
With a growl, I let go of her before I draw blood. I take a step back and lean against the folded baby change.
“I need to clean myself up.” She turns around and washes her hands.
I gather some tissue in my palm and give them to her as I shuffle past her to the sink. “Just remember. I own your orgasm, whether you bring yourself to climax or you come with me. You’re mine, fiore mio. You always were.” I button her shirt, then tuck a loose strand of hair into her hat. “There. You’re perfect.”
She looks up at me, then licks the pad of her thumb before swiping the side of my mouth. “So are you.”
My cheststutters at the admission. A small part of me hopes she means perfect for her as she is for me.
Her eyes flick south. “You might want to do something about that, though.”
I glance down at the tent in my trousers. “I’m sure it’ll go down when I get back to my seat.” My eyes narrow. “In economy.”
She looks down with a smug smile. “I can’t say I’m sorry, because I’m not.”
“You’ll pay for that.”
She curls her fingers around my tie and uses it like a rope to lift onto her tiptoes to whisper into my ear, “I look forward to it.”
The little minx smiles and unlocks the door and steps out of the tight space. I contemplate staying in here to knock one out until I realise there’s a queue forming.
Rose squeezes by the passengers, her red cheeks now glowing through the makeup.
An older woman looks at me confused, and then at Rose, as if putting two and two together.
I hold my hands up. “She’s my wife and we haven’t seen each other for a week while I’ve been on a business trip. Forgive me.”
The old dear smiles, forgivingly, while a man pats my back as he steps into the cubicle.
Rose rolls her eyes and carries on with her duties, but I didn’t miss the hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth and the small dimple where the ghost of my kiss still lingers.
