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He silences me with a deep, intense open mouth on open mouth kiss that sucks the air clear out of my lungs, curls my toes and nearly sends my hormones through the roof. We’re an extremely sexual couple; an undeniable and insanely powerful physical attraction exists between us and there’s times when it’s absolutely impossibly for us to keep our hands off of each other. And we make no excuses for it; we love to have sex and we’re extremely good at it. Anyone that complains about it or expresses disgust at how often it happens is just jealous they’re not in our shoes.
The tip of his tongue brushes enticingly against mine and all of my resolve crumbles; all rational thoughts fly totally out the window. I shove my fingers roughly through his hair and down his neck; my nails painfully digging into the skin as he releases me from his tight embrace, slides his hands under my ass and effortlessly lifts me up off the lid of the toilet.
Before I can even attempt to question or object, I find myself spun around and unceremoniously dropped onto the ledge of the stainless steel sink; the cold surface presses against the back of my legs and the cheeks of my ass and I shiver violently when Mason's slightly calloused palms drift along my thighs as he aggressively shoves the bottom of my dress up to my hips.
“What are you doing?” I whisper harshly as he hooks his index fingers around the thin straps of my undies. “We can’t do this! Not here! Everyone knows we’re in here! All your family is out there! Are you insane?”
“Everyone’s probably already thinking we’re getting busy,” Mason says, and then roughly yanks my panties off my hips, snapping one of the elasticized straps that hold them on hips in the process. “They probably all wish they were joining the mile high club.”
“You’re insane!” I cry, as he tosses the now useless pair of panties in the nearby trash can.
“Horny,” he corrects with a cheeky grin and then kneels down in front of me, shoves my thighs open and proceeds to tightly grip my ass and yank me forward. “Now you just be quiet and enjoy it, okay?”
“This is crazy…” I mutter. “…completely crazy…you need to just stop and…” my sentence is cut short as the touch of his tongue against my clit draws a mewling sound from between my lips. This is so wrong in so many ways.
Through the thin walls and the equally as fragile door I can hear the other occupants of the plane laughing and chattering. Life goes on as normal and everyone seems to be completely unaware about the fact that my boyfriend is currently going down on me a mere few feet away. In the bathroom of their private jet. And when he removes one hand from my ass in order to slip three fingers inside of me and aggressively thrusts them in and out as his tongue continues it’s delicious torture, all thought of anyone outside of this cramped room completely escapes me.
My orgasm hits hard and fast; my eyes close and my head falls back against the mirror above the sink and my hands fist in Mason’s hair and I bite down on my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as I attempt to stifle the scream of pleasure.