Holy cow.
“I love you, too,” I croak out hoarsely. “So much.”
He smiles.
“That’s so lame in contrast, but I’m just… speechless.”
“There’s nothing lame about you saying that, Violet. I feel how much you love me. I don’t need words; I just need the way you look at me. The way you fit into me when I hold you. The way you smile at me. The way you open yourself up to me, how you’ve trusted me. I feel like I’m a man who has everything now.”
A male voice floods the space.
“Good evening Killian, Violet. We’re still climbing but about ten more minutes and you two should be able to take off your seatbelts and sip that champagne. Congratulations!”
I laugh.
Killian kisses me
***
It’s a few minutes before the flight attendant is back with champagne and strawberries, and also a big smile on his face.
Killian has been leaned back, smiling, holding my hand.
And I’ve been looking out the window and feeling absolutely freaked out. Not about the flight, I love take-off, though not as much as I love the rush of landing as the earth gets closer and closer to me, but I’m looking out the window and freaking out about the idea of being engaged so fast.
“You can relax and move freely about the cabin now,” Alex the flight attendant says. “And congratulations.”
A split second after I hear the click of Killian’s seatbelt releasing, mine flies off me.
“Make yourself scarce,” Killian grits out and the flight attendant scurries away, pulling a divider over as he does, leaving us alone.
Well, as alone as I guess we can be considering we’re in a small plane with the pilot, the flight attendant, and I’m assuming… a co-pilot.
I gasp as I’m pulled out of my seat and then I’m straddling him.
“Hi,” I giggle but then his fingers are tangling into my hair and our mouths are fused together.
Killian kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever experienced. He’s hard under me and he can’t seem to get his pants undone fast enough.
“No, we can’t,” I say, as my skirt is shimmied up.
“We have to,” he replies and then my pantyhose are ripped and my underwear are shoved to the side as he pushes forward and fills me.
“Holy shit,” I groan into his shoulder.
“I’m gonna marry you,” he murmurs against my mouth, moving me back and forth over him.
I’m overcome with emotion as his tongue slips between my lips and licks at mine.
“I can’t believe this,” I say, kissing him back, rocking into him as he moves inside me, hips undulating from his seat.
He lifts me up, still inside me and then we’re moving to a couch across from where we’d been sitting, me on my back, my legs around his lower back.
“Believe it. It’s us until the end, baby. You ‘n me. The way it was fuckin’ supposed to be.” He spits that out with anger that startles me at the same time as moves me. I caress his stubbled jaw with both hands.
“Three years ago I could’ve had you. You could’ve had me.”
“I love you so much, Killian.” He moves faster into me and then slides his hand between us.
“Fuckin’ wish that, baby. Wish it was us all this time. I can’t wait any longer. Why should we, right? Never know what life’ll bring.”
I feel nervous at the prospect of the crew knowing what we’re doing. Despite his magical fingers on my clit, I don’t think I’ll be able to let go.
“Let go, baby. Pretend nobody’s here but us,” he says.
“Shh,” I put my hand over his mouth.
This makes him laugh.
Music is suddenly piped through the space. He laughs harder.
It’s I Want Your Sex by George Michael.
Ha. Ha. Very funny.
He slows the rhythm of his hips and his fingers while staring into my eyes, smiling, but also looking deep.
God, the way he looks at me.
My embarrassment wanes by the time we get to the chorus and I find he’s fucking me, plucking at my clit in a way that follows the beat of the song.
I grab his face and drag his mouth toward mine and catch a little nuance to the fucking. He pushes his hips harder every time George Michael says the word ‘sex’. I decide to join in the fun and listen for the word again. When George says it, I squeeze my Kegel muscle at the same time as Killian punctuates with his hips.
He catches on and it’s a fun little sexy game.
Thrust, pluck, squeeze. Thrust, thrust, thrust, pluck, pluck, pluck, squeeze.
And then when George starts with the grunting ‘HUH!’ part, Killian fucks me even harder with every HUH!
And I have no choice, I come, and audibly so despite the small space, but not finishing before the song is done. It cuts off before my sounds do and I cover my mouth.
And then the song starts again, and before it gets to the chorus again, Killian comes inside me.