By the time we got a new suitcase and made it to the airport, we had about thirty minutes to get checked in. On a Friday. I wasn’t even sure a baby Jesus miracle could have gotten us onto that plane.

Kevin held my hand tightly, the other one carrying the luggage as we ran toward the ticket stand, weaving in and out of the crowds of people. Thankfully, there was no line.

“We only have thirty minutes to get to our plane,” Kevin said around his heavy breathing. “Is there any way we can get a TSA pre-check and rushed to our gate. Please. It’s our honeymoon.”

The woman was nice enough to at least look concerned and asked for our information, pulling up our flight.

“Good news—for you I guess.” She laughed at the last part. “You flight has been delayed by two hours.”

We both sagged in relief. “Thank god.”

After catching our breath, we checked our bag and made our way through TSA. Kevin forgot to remove his phone, setting the sensors off, and had to get patted down by the TSA agent. Personally, I think the woman had a little too much fun frisking my husband.

I laughed when she turned to me, pushing her gray hair behind her ears, and said, “I think that was the best part of my day.”

Even Kevin’s cheeks blushed a little.

As soon as I slipped my shoes on and stood, Kevin grabbed my hand and tugged me down the terminal. When we reached a mostly empty area he looked around before moving again. I barely registered the family bathroom sign before he pulled me in and locked the door.

“Kevin, we can’t do this here,” I whisper-shouted.

One side of his mouth tipped up as he began backing me up toward the counter.

“I’m not having the first time you have sex with me as your wife be in a freaking airport bathroom.”

My heart thumped harder when my back hit the counter, but he kept walking until he was pressed against me. Heat crept into my cheeks and a thrill swept over me. I wanted to deny him more. I wanted him to force me.

“I swallowed your cum earlier,” he said wrapping his fingers around the straps of my dress, “and I think it’s only fair that you return the favor and swallow mine.” He tugged the thin material off my shoulders roughly, pulling until the top lowered enough for my breasts to pop out.

“Kevin, no.” My hands shot up to tug my dress back in place, but he grasped my wrists in one hand and used the other to loosen his tie.

“I knew this thing would come in handy.” He wrapped the soft silk around my wrists in front of me before reaching up to grip my cheeks, pushing my jaw down. “You’re going to be a good wife and suck on my dick until I come. Then, you will swallow every drop and say thank you when you’ve finished.”

The pressure on my cheeks hurt and it only made me wetter. “I’m not kneeling on this dirty ass floor for you, Kevin.”

Leaning in, he bit my lip and then let go of my mouth. He rotated our positions and hopped up on the counter. “Then I’ll sit up here, and you can suck me standing up.”

My chest heaved with my heavy breasts, pushed together by my arms tied in front of me, and he stared as he undid his pants. His long, thick erection stood tall out of his pants and he tugged them down enough to pull his balls out to rest over the material. I watched his hand slowly stroke up and down the hard length and my mouth watered, but I didn’t move.

Kevin tugged on the tie and it jerked me forward. He pulled again and moved me down until I came face to face with the head of his dick.

“Suck.” It was all he said, and I obeyed, dropping my mouth to wrap my lips around him. His groan vibrated against the tile of the bathroom as I began taking him to the back of my throat, pulling up with a hard suck and flicking my tongue along the slit before repeating it all over again. He leaned over me and began tugging my skirt up and over my waist and a chill broke out across my skin when I felt a cool breeze against my core.

“Look at you. This mirror lets me see every part of you,” he said as he pushed on the middle of my back, urging me to arch my ass higher. I didn’t have to imagine what he saw since he told me every detail. One hand tangled in my hair and began pushing me down harder and faster, triggering my gag reflex. Each time dragging a moan from his chest. I wanted to hear him as he came.

Instead, a knock at the door had me freezing.

Or it was actually more of a pounding.

“Excuse me, but I have been waiting for almost ten minutes and my kids need to use the restroom,” an angry female voice called through the door.

I pulled back and stared at Kevin with wide eyes. His jaw clenched as the realization that he wasn’t going to get off hit him.

“Fuck, Kevin. Untie me.” I shook my wrists at him as the woman pounded on the door again. How the hell were we going to get out of here without her jumping to the obvious conclusion?

He hopped down from the counter with a groan and tucked his still hard dick back in his pants before freeing my wrists.

“Come. On. This is ridiculous!” She’d stopped knocking, but was still obviously pissed on the other side.

I pulled my straps up and looked in the mirror to smooth my hair, hoping my swollen lips weren’t a dead giveaway.

“Relax, Ana,” Kevin said softly, touching his thumb to my bottom lip and releasing it from between my teeth. “If she gives us shit, just act like you hurt your arm and we’ll say I needed to help you.”

I took a deep breath a tried to keep my head down as Kevin opened the door and we rushed out. But I still felt the woman’s disapproving glare as we walked past her and her three kids holding on to a stroller.

She looked us up and down with disgust before huffing her way into the bathroom. Kevin was barely holding back his laughter when I turned to him, my eyes wide.

“Do you think she knew?”

“Yeah, I think it’s safe to say she did. I tried to get us to the most abandoned bathroom, hoping no one would need it, but. . .” He shrugged with zero regret, and I had to start laughing with him. What else could I do?

We grabbed a seat at our gate and settled in for the wait. He took off his suit jacket and rested it over my shoulders before pulling me as close to him as I could get with an armrest between us. The sensation of his fingers stroking my hair almost lulled me to sleep when a slow song came on at the bar across the walkway and he shifted.

“Dance with me, Anabelle.”

Looking around at the people, I almost said no, but he’d already tugged me out of my seat and into his arms.

“Don’t tell me no. It’s our first dance.”

I dug my fingers into the hair along his neck and laid my head on his chest, letting Ed Sheeran’s song, Perfect, surround us as Kevin moved in slow circles. I was sure people were watching, but I didn’t care.

“How many kids do you want?” His question surprised me. We’d never really talked details about kids other than we both knew we wanted them.

“I don’t know. More than one, less than ten.”

His chest shook against my cheek as he laughed. “Sounds like a good limit.”

“What about you?”

“More than one. I didn’t love being the only child.”

“Me either. But I was lucky when I found you. Although, I wouldn’t have hated it if you’d had a sexy older brother.”

“Anabelle,” he growled my name.

Laughing, I said, “I’m kidding. You’re it for me. You’re the only person I want to have a baby with.”

Lifting my head, I looked up into his eyes, wanting to get lost in the depths and layers of brown. He leaned down and kissed my cheek working his way to my ear where he nipped at it with his teeth.

“I can’t wait to see you pregnant with my child.” His words sent a shiver of excitement down my body. “Does that excite you? Being filled with my seed?”

I didn’t answer, just swallowed hard and buried my head in his chest to hide the flush working its way up my chest.

“That first trimester, when everything is so sensitive,” he growled from deep in his chest. “Oh, Ana. I’ll suck on your full breasts, torture them, wrap them around my dick and fuck them. They’ll be so eager for my touch, I’ll probably be able to make you come just by playing with them.”

“Kevin.” I said his name on a desperate breath, squeezing my thighs against the ache his words created.

“Are you turned on, Ana? Do my words excite you, right here in front of all these people? I bet I could make you come with my words alone. And you would, for me.”

My whole body shook with need and I held tightly to his neck, scared he would do it. Terrified that he wouldn’t.

I could feel his breath against my neck and waited for him to begin when we were interrupted by an announcement.

“Passengers on flight one-five-two-three, to Jamaica, need to proceed to the desk. Flight one-five-two-three to Jamaica has been canceled. Please see check in for information.”