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Chapter 1: Fuck me in the Summer

"A life without love is like a year without summer."


Bella, August 7

I had a small overnight bag packed which contained only the most vital supplies like a toothbrush, deodorant, perfume and some other lady-like things. Apparently I was the only person in the world that liked to travel light, however.

I had been pushing my bag into the overhead compartment for the past seven and a half minutes, with very little luck. Trolley cases the size of my secondhand car filled the storage area; some of them stuck out so much I began to wonder how the cabin staff would be able to close them for takeoff. Since the other passengers decided to pack all of their belongings my small red bag could not fit. At all.

I sighed and cursed, while sweat droplets prickled down my hairline leaving a wet trail on my neck and rolling down my back. I mumbled something inaudible about how decent air-conditioning should be standard in flights like these, since I paid more than enough for it in the first place, but no one bothered to help me with my quest of finding a free spot for my small overnight bag.

The feminist part of me was too stubborn to ask for help; I wanted to be able to do this by myself, but in the end, my worn out arms -that were feeling like I had lifted weights for the past twenty four hours nonstop- made me reconsider those feminist ideas.

Putting my pride aside, I walked over to the young man whom would be my neighbor during the six hour flight to New York and asked in a friendly manner for his help, but his stiff form continued reading the magazine in his lap as if I didn't even exist.

Aaarrgggh! Men! Fucking pricks!

I was getting annoyed with the lack of response from the man, my tingling hands balling into fists that would knock him out with a well pointed right hook.

Yeah, right! The mental voices in my head mocked my own thoughts and for once, I had to agree with them. I wasn't the latest bride like Uma Thurman was in the Kill Bill movies, nor was I Mrs. Smith or Miss Congeniality. No rude prick was worth hurting my right hand for, and when I finally forced some air in my system, I found myself relaxing; the violent haze I was in a second ago was now replaced with my usual calm self.

I tapped his shoulder in what was probably an unfriendly way, although I had every intention of being friendly, and when I saw that he jumped slightly and removed the earbuds of his iPod, I felt guilty for even thinking such terrible things about him in the first place.

Guilt is one of the cruelest emotions invented in modern times and I had struggled with those kinds of feelings enough in the past, so I ignored the guilt that was gnawing in my womb at that specific moment. I had more important things to worry about, like getting my bag in the overhead compartment.

I must have scared the shit out of him because he place his hand over his heart as an if he could physically calm his racing pulse by such a simple act. Maybe I had scared the shit out of him because I looked so awful in the morning, like James had often said.

Why had I booked a flight this early? I asked myself, before my thoughts wandered to the man who had made my worst nightmare come alive.

James.

I sighed, forcing my mind away from the dark trip through memory lane while I stared in the most beautiful green -but worried- eyes I had ever seen, which belonged to the stranger in front of me.

"Can I help you?" He asked in a warm velvet voice that made my body temperature increase, which was awful given the current circumstances. It was only 7 in the morning but this day would probably go down as the hottest day in history.

It took me awhile to focus on the words he had spoken, addressed to me, when I remembered where I was and what I was doing I informed him that I was in desperate need of two strong arms to lift my bag in the overhead department.

He smiled warmly and nodded his head in agreement before he unbuckled his seatbelt.

I wondered why he sat with his seatbelt on 25 minutes before takeoff, but in the end I decided that I shouldn't throw nasty remarks at the beautiful willing man who had offered to help me. I should be grateful and I was.

Don't abreact your bitchy mood, caused by James on others, Bella. Besides, this man is too attractive and handsome to bite his nose off. Not to mention you have to sit next to him for the rest of the flight, so it would be better to keep things friendly.

The voices in my head were right and before I completely lost my mind I put a smile on my face, while I helped Mr. Handsome with my bag.

We worked together in silence for several more minutes and I felt completely at ease like that, a feeling I hadn't experienced in a long while. My relationship and marriage with James contained more painful silences than pleasant moments, and somewhere along the road of awkward situations and loud fights I had lost the belief that it was still possible to work together in silence like I had often seen my parents do. The realization that it was possible pulled the corners of my lips up in an earnest smile this time and a warm feeling spread through my veins. Maybe there was hope for myself and my dreams after all.

My reverie was soon broken when the velvet voice caught my attention again, although I was momentarily lost in the emerald green pools that contained a sparkle of sadness mixed with pain. I wondered who had caused that pain and why dark rings were painted on his otherwise perfectly sculpted face. I wanted to ask him who or what had caused them but a marriage to an alcoholic had taught me not to pry or speak when not needed. So I stared and got lost in the green sea of confusion.

Confusion.

Fuck.

I needed to say something, anything. But what do I say when I don't know what he had said or asked in the first place?!

It was as if he was reading my mind because he repeated his words slowly, gently grabbing my wrist that hung still mid air between the department and my head.

When his cold fingers connected with my damp skin, I felt how a shock of pure electricity attacked that particular spot he was touching and when I looked him in the eyes, I just knew he had noticed it too.

I licked my lips before I spoke, an action that pulled his eyes away from my gaze almost immediately. He stared at my lips for a second too long and when I caught him staring, he blushed the faintest shade of pink and let go of my wrist.

My mind screamed a loud "Nooooo" when the electricity left my body and it took all of my willpower to keep my mouth shut so my inner dialogue would stay where it was. I'm sure that would have earned me some curious glances and weird stares and I wasn't in the mood for that. I could barely walk on a flat surface when anyone was looking, no need to add some additional eyes on my back, right? Right!

I gave us both a second to compose ourselves and when I felt that I would be able to speak coherently again, I replied to his previous statement that the bag didn't fit in anywhere but that he guaranteed me that it would fit under my seat.

"I think you're right. Thank you." and I gave him the best Colgate-like smile I had ever put up on my face in my entire life.

He bowed his head a little, looked at me through his thick lashes while he told me I was more than welcome. I think my heart stopped then and there, having a cardiac arrest after being dazzled for the first time in my life. As if that wasn't enough, my brain felt like it was fried and it took me awhile to reboot it until it gave my feet the signal that they needed to move in the direction of our seats.

I almost tripped over nothing but thin air when I felt his hand on the small of my back, gesturing me towards our seats at the end of the plane. I blushed in embarrassment and was sure I heard him chuckle behind me, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of looking at him, plus I was used to these things by now. If it was only a soft chuckle, I could handle that. The names James often yelled at me, at home or in public, when my bad DNA-combination made it clear that getting through the day without falling down at least a few times wasn't possible, were much worse and had hardened me over the years.

I really didn't know what had just happened a minute ago or how I had got there, but when I returned to my senses, I was already seated with a small window at my right and Mr. Dazzle Me at my left.

"You okay?" He asked with worry written all over his face and not the smugness I had expected to see. Which was a pleasant surprise, if not surprising.

"I'm fine, thank you." And I looked through the little window, signaling the conversation was over.

I don't know why that gave me a nice feeling, maybe because James was the one who normally ended the conversations before.

~*~

The flight had gone smoothly this far, which was a surprise since I was scared as fuck to fly alone in the first place. I had done it once and that had ended in more hyperventilation than the crew had ever seen before. Saying I was anxious because of the flight would be the understatement of the century. I don't know why but the stranger sitting next to me had a calming effect on my frayed nerves, although the same couldn't be said for my hormones.

We hadn't spoken much apart from the simple sentences like Can I use the bathroom please? Or would you mind if I read that magazine you've just put away please? As well as the quick excuses when our legs or arms accidentally touched; but that didn't take away from the growing sexual tension between us making my lady parts tingle.

He had caught me staring at him twice. The first time was when he had dozed off for a few seconds and must have woken up, sensing my penetrating stare on his slightly parted, pink lips.

I liked to think that he had faked his sleep just to give me the possibility to stare at him openly -surely Mr. Make My Uterus Flutter, had to know how handsome he was or what effect he had on women- and to embarrass me afterwards by catching me staring at him. The entire female crew had asked him if he needed anything more than was standard and the female passengers shot me angry glares whenever my eyes locked with them.

The second time was when he was reading my magazine and I couldn't help but stare at the way his amazingly long and graceful fingers moved over the glossy paper. Images of me kissing those lips, or my irrational wishes to turn into that glossy paper right then and there must have been written all over my face when a dark red blush held my face and neck hostage for the next ten minutes after being caught ogling him again. I had forced my eyes away from him ever since, feeling too humiliated to look at him again, but it was getting harder and harder with every second that ticked away and he was to blame for that.

He had accidentally touched my calf, knee and wrist in the past forty-five minutes and it had taken all my willpower to keep my eyes on the clouds below us. I had mumbled an "Oh, it's nothing" every time he had excused himself, while I felt how my skin warmed up from the heat that was radiating from his body.

His pinkie was touching mine now, the fourth time he touched me oh-so accidentally, and I was still waiting to hear his honey-like voice mutter the next lame excuse but that excuse never came. There was nothing but silence and heat between us, a throbbing longing between my thighs I hadn't felt in a long time caused because our smallest fingers touched. Fuck, what would I do when he enveloped my hand with his, ovulate? Probably!

Slowly but deliberately, I looked down at our touching pinkies, up to his face, and I was completely and utterly lost; drawn in his still warm, but now darker green eyes that were clouded with what I only could describe as want and primal lust. He didn't even blush this time, as if he wasn't even ashamed to hide those feelings from me. Me, a stranger whose name he didn't even know! And I didn't know why but the fact that he didn't know my name or any of the misery that darkened my past but was still aroused turned me on even more.

Fuck! I'm horny, wet, and my ovaries are twitching.

I couldn't even remember a time that I had ever been this wet for James or any other man for that matter, but damn it felt good! The way he kept staring at me made my nipples harden under the silk material of my bra and his eyes were drawn to them the second they were visible through my dress.

Traitor nipples!

The blush that stained my cheeks didn't even bother me this time, only the dry air on the plane and my throbbing sex caused me discomfort.

I squeezed my legs a little while I licked my lips again and was pleased to see that they had the same effect on him like last time. His eyes danced over my cleavage and neck to my lips, drinking in how I slowly, teasingly licked my lower lip. It gave me the opportunity to steal a quick glance at his lap and I don't know why I was shocked when I saw how hard his discomfort was, but I was. Our touching digits and me licking my lips painfully aroused this God-like man.

Oh. My. God!

My heart began beating a disjointed rhythm against my ribs and it took all of my power to control my breathing so I wouldn't hyperventilate for a much better reason this time.

Don't ask me where my boldness came from, but I suddenly bent forward to grab my toiletries from my overnight bag which was difficult because I was too stubborn to use both my hands. I wanted the feeling of our touching pinkies to last as long as possible, enjoying the heat as long as I could, so I grabbed my bag with one hand and before I stood up.

I whispered in his ear that I was going to freshen up a little, purring the words in the shell of his ear with as much longing as I felt in my body.

I saw him shiver a little bit when my hot breath ran over the side of his face and I hoped that was a good sign. I wasn't well skilled in reading a male's body language because James only allowed me to look at him. He had caught me staring in public once at a man that was the personification of the Marlboro and Coca-Cola man at the same time, and the scene he made then was probably still the subject of talk in Fisherman's Whale, San Francisco, where we used to live. There was only one time that I had feared that he would hit me and that was then, luckily the amount of liquor he had in his system resulted in him stumbling down the floor only a few seconds later and me dragging him to our small apartment, where he was knocked out on the sofa even before his head touched the cushions.

When I passed Mr. Make Women Ovulate, I made sure that our knees and legs touched so he could feel the heat of my body for him through the material of my dark blue summer dress and I never felt so exposed in my life as when his gaze walked over my knees, to the hem of my dress, danced over my hips to slowly make their way up to my breasts and face again, lingering on certain areas longer than was considered appropriate. But fuck appropriate and fuck decency, it felt good to be stared at!

Fuck me was all I could think of when I made my way to the end of the plane.

When I was in the small toilet of the airplane, I closed the door quickly before my back rested against it, my chest panting and heaving hard. The boldness I had felt only seconds ago was taking its toll on me, leaving my lungs in painful gasps.

Calm down Bella, calm down.

Repeating that mantra in my head over and over again helped a little, and when I could finally breathe again, I took a step closer to the sink and put my small toiletry bag on it. I looked at myself in the mirror but could only see the blush on my high cheekbones and the dark rings under my eyes. The sleep I desperately needed had claimed its defeat once Mr. Boner had placed his hand on the small of my back. Once I was in New York I would sleep nonstop for the next 24 hours.

My fingers fumbled with the zipper of my bag a little longer than usual -was I shaking because of him?- but when it was finally open, I quickly brushed my teeth, and looked for a brush to unravel the haystack that was currently situated on top of my head. I was pleased when I found a washcloth as well, so I could wash my underarms and aching nether regions, just in case. My eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I saw how wet my panties were and I cursed out loud when I realized that I didn't have any fresh panties packed.

Great Bella, just great.

I scoffed at the mental voices in my head and with one last look at myself in the mirror; I zipped my bag close and opened the door that separated me from Mr. Make My Panties Wet. I took a deep breath but my body wasn't prepared to see him that close to the door. I don't know what I had expected but this wasn't what I had in mind. Here, standing in front of the door, only inches away from my face, was Mr. Fuck Me Now.

He was staring at me with the darkest green eyes ever, and if I had been alone with him, in a dark alley, I would have screamed from the top of my lungs for help. But I had seen those eyes dark of lust before and I knew that he had interpreted the words I had purred in his ears correctly. He had read the invitation in between my words and in the timbre of my voice, and there was no way out of it. If there had been any doubt in my words, the way I had rubbed my body against his when I stood up had been crystal clear and I didn't want a way out of it either.

I took a step backwards and pulled him in with handful of his dark black shirt, placed my toilet bag in the sink so that my free hand could sneak around his waist to lock us in the privacy of the bathroom.

For a second I wondered if I really wanted to do this, here, with a stranger, but when his hands found their way to my hips, encircling my skin through the soft material of my dress, all doubts and insecurities vanished like snow in front of the sun.

I looked him in the eyes and was unaware that I was biting my lip, a bad habit I couldn't get rid of since kindergarten. That must have aroused him some more because he moved his hips towards mine and grinded them against my wet center to show me what I did to him.

He grunted and closed his eyes when he shoved himself harder against me, causing me to groan automatically. He was pleased with my obvious equal arousal, because he smiled warmly before he angled his head to the right, inching it closer to mine.

He looked me in the eyes again, looking for the confirmation that he could do what he had in mind but instead of giving him the permission, I took it straight from his hands and crushed my lips on his instead.

That must have surprised him a little because it took him a second to move his lips against mine, but then he opened his mouth to let his tongue graze over my bottom lip and I was completely lost in the sensations of his warm silky tongue on mine, exploring and teasing me to ecstasy.

We needed to catch our breath every now and then, panting and heaving from the physical exercise our tongues were doing, but it never took us long to crash against the other's mouth again.

My fingers had found their way to his untamed hair, making it even messier when I fisted my hands in it, tugging forcefully. That act made him groan and I wasn't sure if that was from discomfort or pleasure, but when his hands pulled up the hem of my dress to explore the wetness in between my thighs, I couldn't even remember my own name, let alone the question that was on my mind a second ago.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned in his mouth when one of his fingers started playing with the hem of my panties.

"You're so fucking hot and wet." He whispered to me, before he let his tongue travel over the shell of my ear, nibbling on my earlobe gently before he sucked the sensitive skin of my neck. It was as if this man knew exactly where I wanted to be touched, licked and sucked and for one second I regretted all those times with James, when he fucked me without even bothering to please me.

I had been married to James for more than two years, after we dated for more than a year, and not once in all that time had he referred to our love act as 'love making'. He always demanded that I fuck him, not that he ever forced me to do anything against my will, but I have to admit that I had rarely felt anything at all, not like I was feeling right now. This man was to blame for that, so I told him.

"I'm hot and wet for you, only for you." I could only whisper, the ability to speak erased due to his teasing touches of my slick folds, making me tremble in passion and need. My heat burned with desire and it felt so fucking good to feel like that.

"Do you feel this?" He asked when he pushed his hard erection in between my thighs again, and when I hoarsely replied, "Oh yes, baby!" He told me that he felt the same for me, that I drove him crazy like no one else had ever done before.

He continued to rub himself through my dress, building the friction against my public bone that made a load moan vibrate through his chest, while his fingers searched for my sensitive nub eagerly. When his hungry fingers found it and he circled it teasingly, all coherent thinking stopped and I gave myself over to the sensations that his talented fingers awakened in my body.

I threw my head back, until it rested against the damp mirror and he sucked his way to my throat, licking and sucking the newly exposed skin like a hungry kitten that had just gotten a fresh bowl of milk, while he entered one and then two fingers inside of me. I was feeling self-assured when he sucked my skin like that and I asked him to taste the wetness he was currently stroking in a steady delicious rhythm.

With darkened eyes and a labored breathing he scrutinized my face, looking at me like I had just informed him that he had won the lottery.

I swallowed hard when he retrieved his fingers from my slick fold and licked his lips seductively, leaving me panting and begging for more with my hooded eyes. I bent my head forward, never breaking the eye contact we had, and brought my mouth over his glistening fingers, licking my own arousal from his fingers, twirling my tongue over the top of his fingers and sucking it hungrily. He gasped, surprised by my action but clearly liking it very much, from what I could tell. He narrowed his eyes, which were pitch black now and bit the inside of his cheek to stop the loud rumble of moans that were about to roll from his mouth.

I couldn't take it any longer, his stare was making me come undone and I needed to do something to break this spell. I didn't want to come on his hand and at the same time I would have loved anything he gave me. However, I wanted so many things and his tongue down there, was definitely much higher on that list. I couldn't read any disgust or whatsoever in his eyes after I had spoken my request, so I removed my dress in one swift movement, leaving me in nothing but my underwear and pumps.

In the blink of an eye, he kneeled in front of me. His lips and tongue leaving a wet trail on my glistening damp skin until he reached the hem of my silk panties. When he kissed me through the material of my panties, I thought I heard him murmur something -so wet for me, maybe- but I wasn't entirely sure of that. The only thing I was sure of was that if he would continued his ministrations like that, I wouldn't last for more than one minute nor would I be able to keep it quiet.

Once again this man must have been able to read my mind because when he removed my panties at an unbearably slow pace, he told me that we needed to be quiet if we were to continue what we were doing.

"Don't stop!" I told him, the desperation obvious in my voice, but I was too aroused to care about that.

"I won't, if you can promise you won't scream." He brought one, soon two fingers inside my slick folds again and I was sure that I was dripping all over his fingers. But like I said, I was far too aroused to care and it wasn't like I forced him to do the things he was doing, right?

He stopped all of a sudden and I wondered what the hell was wrong. If he wanted me to keep my mouth shut, he shouldn't stop because if he did, I would scream at the top of my lungs from pure desperation and agony.

I looked down in what must have been Hollywood's best horror face, which earned me a chuckle in response, soon followed by some shushing sounds.

"Don't worry beautiful, I just wanted to make sure that you can keep things quiet."

"Oh I can," I whispered, "but if you don't want me to scream so loud that the cabin crew thinks someone is dying, you should finish what you were doing down there."

I was rewarded with a warm laugh, and when his hot breath caressed my aching thighs, I shivered, moaning in the process. That must have brought his attention back to my dripping center again because he spread my legs, placing one of them over his shoulder before he gave me the best oral induced orgasm I had ever had in my entire life. He licked my folds so softly, yet so fiercely he came close to making me forget my name in the process.

One of my slightly shaking hands grasped blindly for something to hold on, something cold preferably, but the only thing I could find was the wall beside me. My other hand was fisted in his hair although I didn't remember when it had landed there.

"You taste exquisite," he whispered to my pussy, but I had heard his admirations nonetheless.

"You're fucking amazing," I replied, and when those words left my mouth, I knew that he could interpret them both literally and figuratively. But I meant both, the things this amazing man did to me, truly were fucking amazing!

"And I'm not even done with you yet," and he entered one of his long fingers inside of me, which made my hips buck in his face and a moan echoed through the small toilet. Maybe it should have bothered me that I was grinding my aching pussy in his face like that, but I didn't hear him complain so I took that as an affirmation that he was okay with it.

And fuck, was I okay with what he was doing to me! He sucked my sensitive, swollen clit in between his lips, pounding into me with his fingers as well, and every time he sucked on my clit I began feeling more light-headed than before. With his free hand, he parted my lips so he had better access to my swollen nub and the pressure he put on it with his entire tongue was so overwhelming that for one second I felt dizzy and was afraid I might faint.

His tongue left my clit then, although his fingers still encircled it, playing and teasing it and bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm I would never forget.

The fingers inside my aching core stopped for a second and I was about to protest, but when I felt how he opened his fingers in a V and brought his tongue in between them, French kissing me down there I closed my mouth and gave myself completely to the sensation of his tongue inside me.

He filled me completely, moving around in my burning center until I was ready to explode. My heart was racing, thundering loud in my chest and drumming in my ears, when the start of my orgasm ripped through my body, leaving me shuddering and shivering around his magical fingers and tongue. He didn't stop when he felt that my orgasm reached its peak, on the contrary, he continued to lick, suck and nibble while furiously pumping me with his fingers until a second wave crashed over me, leaving me even more breathless and panting harder than before.

The grip of my fingers in his hair must have been painful, because when I looked down to the scenery before me, I saw how white my knuckles were.

I loosened my grip a little, but gave myself on second to admire the scene in front of me. It was undeniably hot, seeing him kneeling in front of me, licking his fingers clean from the mess my juices had left.

Before he could speak or do anything else, I placed my leg back on the ground, pulled him up and joined his tongue on his fingers, tasting my own arousal on his hand for the second time. That must have aroused him more because he pressed his throbbing erection against my dripping core, trusting against me to show me that we weren't done yet, while our tongues licked his fingers and got entangled in a passionate dance again.

When his fingers were clean once again, I removed my bra, unbuttoned his shirt and unbuckled his pants and I was stunned by my own coordination. His pants landed with a soft thud, pooled around his ankles, and were soon followed by his black shirt.

I admired his body openly because I had never seen such a beautiful male this close before in my entire life. Okay, James went to the gym every week and had muscles his mates were jealous of, but this was more natural and graceful, as if his abs and strong muscles were whittled on stone.

I let my eyes get mesmerized by the perfection in front of me and when my eyes met his again, he let his gaze wander over my body slowly. I had never felt more naked or exposed than when his eyes roamed over my body, ravaging me without any physical contact. I had never felt more desired or wanted than I did at that moment, especially when he told me how beautiful my naked form was.

I swallowed hard while I looked for the right words to speak, but when his eyes met mine again and saw the lust reflected in his dark green stare; I knew exactly what I wanted to say. I wanted to be the one who said the words James had always said before. I wanted to be in control this time. I wanted to be the one who dominated. I had started it that way and would finish it like that as well.

"Fuck me." I purred, without blushing, while I removed his black boxer shorts. One of my hands was on his hip now, pulling him a little bit closer while the other stroked his hard length confidently. And when I saw how it was glistening with pre-cum, I positioned myself a little bit better -one leg hooked around his hip while the other one rested against the opposite wall in front of me- and guided him towards my aching, wet entrance. I wanted to feel his hard steel inside me, fucking me blissfully until I could forget my past and the memories that haunted me for the past few years.

It's not that I didn't want to suck him -I did- but I was selfish and for the first time in my life I wanted something for myself. I felt confident that I could get it, that I could determine what was happening for once and it felt so damn good. It gave my self-esteem the boost it needed, healing me a little.

The tip of his erection was almost inside of me, when both of us seemed to realize that precautions were appropriate. Not that I had any STD's, I knew that, but I couldn't be sure about him. But fuck, I didn't have any condoms with me!

FuckerthefuckfuckfuckFUCK!

I screamed the most delicious profanities inside my head but when he bent down to remove a condom from his pocket, and I smiled graciously at him.

Damn he's good. And fuck, he had this all planned!

He must have seen how the realization dawned on me because he wanted to say something. But I placed my finger on his lips and informed his that it was okay; that I wanted this too.

The frown on his face was replaced by a smile now, and once he was ready after rolling the condom over his proud manhood he looked me in the eyes again, as if he wanted to make sure that I really wanted to do this. It was one of the most meaningful looks a man had ever given me in my entire existence.

I'd never done anything like this in my life, but damn, I had never been more hot and bothered either, so there was no way I was going to recoil now.

"Fuck me," I repeated my earlier words and if he thought there was any doubt in my eyes, my words proved him wrong. I wanted him inside me. Now.

It was that little bit of encouragement he seemed to need because he moved his hips closer to mine at the same time as his lips found mine in a very slow but passionate kiss.

I knew this was far from lovemaking, hell I didn't even know his name and didn't feel the need to ask, but the way he paid attention to my physical reaction made me feel special and special had been something I only felt when I was around my loving parents.

As soon as his tongue slipped inside the warmth of my mouth, his steel hard erection did the same and I gasped when he buried himself deep inside me, consuming me fully.

God, it felt good to be filled completely.

He stilled his movements, but only for a second or less, focusing his attention on my lips instead. He explored every corner of my mouth as if he was memorizing it for later, locking it inside his memory to replay it in his head over and over again when sleep didn't want to come at night. Or when he needed something hot to remember when he wanted to cum.

He stroked my tongue slowly yet passionately, while I struggled to dominate the kiss. He must have sensed my need to be in charge because he gave in with a soft moan, following the dance I was leading.

That last thought about him using this scene while gripping himself later that night made me more aroused and involuntarily, my hips started to buck and his followed suit.

"Fuck, you're so hot and tight," he murmured against my panting lips, before he moved his lips over my jaw, to my ear to suck on the sensitive skin just below it. Never in the three and a half years with James, had he bothered to do anything that I liked, neither did he know that the skin below my left ear was my most sensitive spot. But this stranger, whose name was still a mystery to me, was fucking me in a slow but oh-so delicious way and sucking that spot without me telling him that I loved it so much. He must have heard how my breathing turned more labored when he had done it before, and he remembered it.

As much as I wanted to take things slow and make this last for the rest of the flight, the need in my body was slowly building to a height that I wouldn't be able to come back from, and I liked it.

"Faster," I encouraged him and was immediately rewarded with more pressure and more frantic movements. As his length rammed in and out me, a warm glow started to spread through my belly and down to my throbbing core and in the end I wasn't sure anymore if it was from his relentless thrusting or because he was still sucking that spot. Maybe it was both.

"More please" I encouraged him; my breath coming in raw gasps now. In any other situation, a doctor would have started to worry that something was seriously wrong with me but in the heat of the moment, someone's body will do weird things to cope with exquisite, torturous acts like this one now.

He must have known that I referred to both things -the fucking and sucking- because he moved his hips eagerly and sucked my skin in between his lips fiercely. I was sure that there would be a mark later, but I didn't care. It would be my physical proof that this had been real and not one of my amazingly hot dreams.

His left hand enveloped the back of my neck, his fingers entangled in my messy hair, while his other hand played with my breast, kneading it gently in a way that didn't feel as if he was looking for the right radio frequency, like I often thought it felt when James did it.

When all these thoughts ran through my head, I suddenly felt like he was doing all these things for me but I wasn't doing anything back and that was not who I was. Determined to please him as well, I arched my back, re-angled our position and rolled my hips some more, and when he gasped and moaned in my ear in return, I knew that I was doing the right thing.

"God damnit, you're so fucking delicious!" He told me, keeping my earlobe hostage for a few seconds, leaving it tingling and red only to focus on my mouth again. But I wanted to look him in the eyes when I came, so I fisted my fingers in the crazy locks of his hair and pulled it upwards until his eyes locked with mine.

"I want you to watch me when I come. For you. Only for you."

Normally, I would have blushed when I said something like that, but this man evoked feelings and primal desires in me that were far from normal. Or maybe they were but I hadn't ever experienced them.

"Come for me, sexy goddess," he whispered in my ear before he penetrated me with his eyes again.

"I want to," I whispered, biting my lip and pushing my heaving breasts in his marble chest.

"You will," he said confidently, and when one of his hands moved in between our bodies to rub my clit, I knew that I would. Pushing in me harder and faster, deeper if that was even possible, and rubbing my clit all at the same time made me see exploding galaxies and space trips to the moon behind my closed eyelids. I didn't know where I was, I couldn't even remember my own name. All I could do was force large intakes of oxygen into my burning lungs while I rode a blissful height.

Somewhere along that ride, he joined me with the most beautiful moans and groans I had ever heard in my entire life. If I was a musician, I would compose a song with only his moans in it; but I wasn't.

He was panting, his warm breath hot against my damp skin when he slowly continued to thrust in me, less frantic and eager this time. He was enjoying his orgasm completely and so was I, but when we heard the voice of the captain through the intercom, announcing that we were about to start our descent into John F. Kennedy Airport we were pulled from our heavenly cocoon abruptly.

We grabbed our clothes frantically and pulled them on, bumping into each other regularly. The awkwardness I feared that would come after that fuck was erased with the sound of his velvet voice in the small space of the plane toilet.

"You, my beautiful angel, just blew my mind," and he kissed my lips one more time before he unlocked the door and gave me some time to get myself ready again. I walked on cloud nine after hearing those words and was amazed by how much I had needed to hear them.

I thanked him in my head, for giving my confidence and ego the boost it needed and I knew that meeting him was fate. He had healed my heart a little and switched on a tiny light in the darkness that used to envelop me, giving me hope that the future could be better than the past.

When we landed safely on the ground and people around us stood up and started to gather their things, we knew that our ways were about to separate. I felt the soft feeling of his pinkie hugging mine, and it made me smile. I looked up to gaze into his warm green eyes. which were free from any previous sadness they had contained and my previous smile doubled in intensity. His eyes were so much more beautiful when there was no trace of sadness.

There was a tiny little voice in my head that said to not let him go, but I blocked it out and let the warmth of his smile warm my heart a little.

"Be safe and live again," he whispered while his free thumb stroked my left cheek lovingly. I closed my eyes and leaned into the softness of his touch a little, to make the moment last a little longer.

"I will," I said, and I meant it. "Be hopeful. The best is yet to come," I thought but when he replied that he liked the sound of that, I knew that I had voiced my thoughts instead.

"It's the truth," I explained, "It has to be," and I gently swapped the stubborn strands of his messy hair that had fallen before his eyes, stroking his hair a little and feeling the silkiness of it under the touch of my fingers one more time before I never saw him again.

"Bye," he said before he disappeared into the sea of eager passengers, sending me one more dazzling smile before he left the plane.

"Bye," I murmured before I took my overnight bag and left the airplane as well. Never would a plane and its toilet look the same to me again.

I spotted his messy hair a few more times in the luggage claim but I didn't approach him, and he didn't come to me. I simply relived the things that had happened between us, let my fingers wander over the sensitive skin below my left ear where a hickey would be for the rest of the week and felt the soreness in between my thighs. It was a pleasurable pain though, a sexual encounter that would heal me in the long run.

Chapter End Notes:

So this was the first of four sexual healings. Yes, only 4 chapters. Nothing more, nothing less. There are only 4 seasons to write about, right? So, anyone eager to read what happens in Autumn? Specualtions? Suggestions? Hopes? Special requests? Let me know!

For those out there, reading Collide. I haven't abandoned that fic, I was just... missing the vibe of that story but I think I discovered it again because I wrote not one but two chapters today. Updates are coming soon ladies!

Now, will an airplane toilet ever be the same for you girls, after reading this chapter? I hope not!