“I’m going to...”
“Yes,” I say against her ear. “Come for me.”
She shakes her head, overwhelmed. I slide my fingers down, find her clit, and rub.
She breaks instantly.
Her body locks around mine, cunt pulsing so tightly I nearly lose control. Her cry is muffled against my hand, but I feel it vibrate through her. She trembles in my arms, hips jerking, pleasure ripping through her with no mercy.
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.
I hold her through it and keep moving.
Slow, deep strokes now, dragging out every last contraction until she sags against the sink, boneless and shaking.
I should stop. I should definitely pull out.
I should do any number of honorable, intelligent things.
But her body is still gripping me, still wet and hot and ruined from coming on my cock, and she turns her face toward me with dazed, shining eyes.
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
There is no honor left in me after that.
I grip her hips and fuck her with the restraint gone. Deep, rough, controlled only by the need not to slam us both into the wall. She takes it, breathless, sensitive, trembling with every thrust.
I’ve half a mind to pull out when her pussy milks me, almost painfully. “Oh fuck,” I pant. I’ve never lost control, not like this.
“Roman,” she says again, softer now.
Not a warning. Not a plea. Just my name.
And that’s what does it.
I bury my face in her neck, drive into her one last time, and come, spilling my entire load in her.
My body locks behind hers, cock pulsing deep inside her as pleasure tears through me. I bite down on a curse, one hand braced on the wall, the other wrapped around her waist, holding her so tightly there’s nowhere for either of us to go.
For a few seconds, I forget the plane. The fact that I came inside a woman I barely know thirty-thousand feet in the sky, the way I took her so absolutely… Just because she asked me to.
And now, there is only the hot, shaking truth of her body against mine and the terrible knowledge that I have just made a mistake I will not be able to undo.
Katerina is trembling. So am I.
Slowly, the world returns. The hum of the aircraft. The soft light. The mirror fogged slightly near our faces.
Our reflection is obscene.
Her skirt around her hips. My body curved over hers. My hand spread possessively across her stomach.
I look at that hand.
Then at her face in the mirror.
Her eyes are closed. Her lips are parted. Her cheeks are flushed with the kind of pleasure no woman can fake.
A dangerous tenderness moves through me.