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Belle
“Here?” I mutter under my breath, raising a perfectly arched brow. Neal’s smirk is wide while his chocolate brown eyes glint suggestively. I feel the familiar tightening of my stomach and throbbing between my legs as my eyes scan every inch of my husband’s perfectly carved face. His eyes promise so much.
Instinctively, I squeeze my thighs together, pressuring the small bud at the top of my pussy. My mind goes to so many different places at once as I picture how deeply he’ll be inside of me in minutes if I agree to what he’s suggesting. My body is so trained to crave his response to me that, immediately, I notice the small parting of his full lips, the tightening around his eyes, the way his body is angled completely to face mine, and the shocking black of his dilating pupils.
I twist my wedding ring around and around my thin ring finger scanning the gate where we’re waiting to board our flight. It’s surprisingly quiet considering how many people are also waiting. The only sounds to be heard are intermittent announcements from the gate agents, the occasional whisper between travel partners, the shifting of clothes against the remarkably hard, unforgiving chairs, and sudden outbursts of random chatter as multiple people forgot to connect their earbuds before scrolling through social media.
“Babe, it’s crowded here. They just said this flight is fully booked. They’re paying for people to check their bags because they ran out of room on the plane. The bathrooms probably are just as full. There are probably lines at every stall.” Even as I protest, I picture his iron grip on my hips as he bends me over inside of a locked bathroom stall and fucks me until I scream
“There’s always a reason not to do something,” Neal shrugs. His mouth curves into a triumphant smile and then he says, “But consider this. We’re boarding a five hour flight. Then we have to catch an Uber to the hotel, check in, check our bags in with the bell desk, wait the estimated two hours before they have our room ready, check our bags out of the bell desk, and finally settle into our room. Think about how long it’ll be before you can feel my mouth on that pretty, wet pussy.”
His large hands are considerably gentle as they swallow my small shoulders and move slowly down my arms before he settles his fingers in between mine. He knows exactly how to touch me to make me melt. I close my eyes when he leans in and presses a lingering kiss to my forehead and then peppers kisses down my cheek to my chin. My entire body trembles against my self restraint. I exhale slowly, feeling my heartbeat accelerate at the idea of getting caught.
Before I met Neal, I’d never do anything like this. I was always the “good girl”. Always followed the rules. Thinking about that reminds me of the rewards I get from Neal when I please him. I can be the good girl, or I can be his good girl. My entire body tightens.
“Okay, I have a plan. I’ll scope out the women’s restroom. If the coast is clear, I’ll text you and wait for you in the handicap stall,” I say.
“Mm, I love it when you take charge,” He growls playfully, leaning in to quickly kiss my collarbone. I slap his shoulder laughing.
Shaking my head, I stand up to head to the restroom and squeak when he smacks my ass. I mean to sear him with a disapproving stare, but catch sight of the twisted mouths and deep frowns of the two older women sitting directly across from us. My face floods with heat from my forehead all the way down to my neck, and I scurry away before those ladies can say anything to me.
I’m sure everyone within two feet of us heard our whispered conversation and now know what we’re up to. Oh God, what if they call security or something? I avoid all eye contact as I move down the walkway between chairs.
My senses are slightly shocked as I step from the thinly carpeted, brightly sunlit gate which is exposed by giant, thick floor to ceiling windows, to the the hard, terrazzo floors of the dimly lit terminal. I twist my wedding ring around my finger as I speed walk to the restroom. It isn’t empty, but there is only one other person. I’m shocked. I expected many more people to be crowded in here. My phone makes a soft whooshing sound, signaling that my text to Neal had been delivered.
The one other woman in the bathroom comes out of her stall and washes her hands. My heart pounds as I wait for Neal, praying he doesn’t run into this lady as he’s coming in. That will ruin everything.
After a few more seconds, the lady moves to the door to leave, and I slip into the handicap stall. I must’ve looked insane awkwardly leaning against the wall, watching but not watching that poor woman wash her hands. I would be freaked out if someone did that to me. I avoided eye contact so I missed the look of alarm that I was sure had to be in that woman’s eyes.
