The Jet
The space was small and cramped and he didn't know how he was going to manage. But he had to try…oh how he had to try. She'd been sauntering around in front of him for two days, shaking that firm but very shapely ass of hers at him.
It was awkward at best and she felt like a pretzel but it was hours until they landed. And she knew she couldn't wait for hours. Her attempts to tease him had only awakened fires within herself.
His back was cramping and his knees were killing him. But he was almost there and more importantly, so was she.
She was flying and this trip had nothing to do with the plane they were on. But the sink fixture was stabbing her in places it shouldn't have even been. Still, she was flying…
They managed to land at the same time. He'd covered her mouth with kisses to muffle her assurances that she was landing. And in doing so, she'd muffled his.
Once things were in order, he quietly opened the door to a smirking grin. "Everything okay?" JJ asked.
"It's good," he replied.
"I'm sure it was," JJ giggled as she moved towards her seat.