She watched Nick unbuckle his seat belt, grab an airsick bag, and stood up. His height stretched out, almost touching the top of the cabin.

“What’s that for?” Nicole asked, totally confused.

He put his index finger to his lips. “Shhh… you’ll see.”

As he moved down the aisle, Gloria met him half way. Nick lowered down to tell her about the food. He spoke quietly to the flight attendant, causing the older woman to laugh and then wave at Nicole.

Nicole watched his broad, firm body work its way through the cabin. Muscular shoulders, fit back, strong arms, and a majorly tight ass. The military sure knew how to keep people in top shape. She couldn’t wait to enjoy the fruits of his work out labor. She imagined holding on to those buns of steel while he gave it to her in the bathroom.

She couldn’t believe it was about to happen, but she was so ready. She was wet even thinking about it. Before she knew it, he slipped into the first-class bathroom, and the “Occupied” sign lit red overhead.

Her anticipation grew while she waited for her nerves to completely propel her out of the seat toward the small chamber where he was waiting for her. It was unfair, she thought. Maybe she should have gone in there first. That way, she wouldn’t be drawing too much attention to herself slipping into an already occupied restroom.

The funny thing was, though, the crew believed them to be a couple, so that was one caveat. The other was most everyone in first class was sound asleep or working on laptops with headphones on listening to music or one of the movie choices. The plane was mostly silent except for the whirring of the engines and the muted wailing of an infant way back in the economy section.

Phew… she’d dodged that one. Had it not been for her upgrade, she’d be stuck back in the misery of the nursery, stressing every minute of the way to New York. As luck would have it, she landed next to a hell of a sexy man who she was about to be intimate with. She couldn’t be more grateful.

Nicole stood up and smoothed out her hands down the front of her jeans, mostly wiping off the anticipatory sweat from her palms. She held on to the seat backs as she made her way to the bathroom. The space was probably cramped in there with just him. She imagined Nick’s shoulders took up most of the width of the space now, but that didn’t discourage her.

Rapping softly, she whispered out, “It’s me.”

She saw the lock change from red to green and slipped in with him.

She closed the door behind her, but then remembered she had to turn around to lock it. With her back to him, Nicole could feel Nick pressing against her already, his gentle hands grabbing the front of her jeans and unbuttoning them, unzipping them, and moving them down her hips to pool on the floor before she could find the dexterity to finish securing the door.

Nicole could barely think with his hands on her—finally—that she trusted him and took her lead from his own actions. “Yes.” That was all she could manage to get out as his hands smoothed over her ass, barely covered in the wisp of panty she wore.

He pulled her hair to one side and kissed her neck. She moaned from the sensation of his lips on her. Soft. Soothing. Moving over her and leaving a heated trail as he nibbled along. She forgot everything about what was on the other side of that door. What was down on the ground. What she’d run from and where she was going. This was exactly what she needed, standing there with her jeans at her ankles, her panties exposed, and this large hunk of a man behind her, pressing himself against her ass through his jeans.

“Fuck,” he moaned between nips at her neck and ear.

Her heart pounded out so hard she could barely think. “How are going to…do this, exactly?”

“However the fuck we want to,” he whispered, not stopping.

“No, really. There’s no room.”

Nick lifted off from her for a second, contemplating her question. “I could take you like this, from behind, but we run the risk of putting too much pressure on the bathroom door. It might be hard to explain to Gloria and the rest of the flight crew if we come busting through half-naked, landing on the floor.”

She laughed and gasped at the same time. His hands had now slid around to where he cupped both of her breasts in his palms. “Oh, God…”

He kissed her forehead, and his lips continued to move through her hair as his fingers worked their magic through her shirt, teasing her until her nipples were stiff and needing more. “We have to be careful, though.”

“I’m on the pill,” she said a little too quickly.

“No, not that. Although that’s good to know,” he said with a hushed laugh. “I meant, we have to be fast. As quick as possible.”

“Not always what a girl wants to hear.”

“Not my usual style,” he added. “No… that’s part of what makes it so hot. A quickie. Forbidden. Clandestine. So fucking wrong that it’s right.”

He was correct on that, she mused.

“So, what’s the verdict?” he asked again.

“I want to see you, Nick.”

That was enough for him.

Her fingers fumbled on the door to make sure they didn’t burst out as he maneuvered and twisted to put her behind him in the space. Her elbow hit the wall and then his stomach. Then, he bumped her in the head with his arm.

“Ouch.”

“Sorry about that,” he said, and let out a nervous laugh trying to rub one of her elbows. “You all right?”

“Yes, I’m fine. How do people do this anyway? There’s barely room for one person in here.”

“Come on, I’ll show you.”

He stepped back until he was bent back over the toilet, making room to get her to turn enough so he could slide in and lift her up to sit on the teeny tiny counter. That gave him enough room to remove her jeans from her ankles and slip her panties all the way off. Even though he’d just told her they were going to go fast, he took true pleasure in undressing her and letting his eyes take in her skin and nakedness. Something he really enjoyed.

Damn, she didn’t mind it either. Those hot hands of his felt so fucking good against her bare skin.

A second later his belt was undone, and the zipper was down. She worked her hands around the waist of his jeans and joined in to help tug them down as far as they would go. She nearly gasped when she glanced down to see he wasn’t only going commando, but holy crap, the man freed one massive hard-on from inside his pants. Firm, strong, attentive, and ready to go. It looked delicious enough to eat. Scrumptious enough to soak her panties… well, if she still had any on. She heard a moan escape from her throat, or maybe it came from him. Did it even matter at this point?

Together, they moved his pants out of the way, and his knees spread so he could get a good angle on her. He gripped her inner thighs and spread her legs as far as they’d go without bumping something, and stood between them. Nicole braced each leg on either side of him, against the wall, in a sort of perverted version of going for a gynecological exam. Her pussy was front and center, nearly in Nick’s face and begging for attention.

She smelled her own musky scent and knew he did too from the strained look on his face. Pulling one strap of her tank top down her shoulder, Nick moved forward and kissed her neck. Skillfully, he reached around and unhooked the latch of her bra. He easily guided both items of clothing down past her ribcage to reveal her breast. He placed his large hands on her chest again, cupping each breast firmly enough to send a wicked heat through her core. This time, he let out an animalistic growl, flicking at her nipples with the tips of his thumbs.

Those capable hands moved down her back as he lowered his head to her chest. Nicole felt a brief spell of self-consciousness at letting him see her this way when he still wore his shirt.

“I want to feel you,” she ordered.

In two seconds flat, he whipped his shirt over his head and let it drop to the floor before returning to exactly the same position. She’d barely had the chance to smooth her hands over the broad, tanned expanse of his chest, smattered with a dusting of dark brown hair when he continued his sensual journey of her body. She forgot about everything when his wet lips made contact with a nipple, bringing it tight and taut, and his tongue started feasting on it.

The deeper he gently dug his fingers into her skin, the hornier she became and in no time, Nicole felt her breathing becoming heavy. That was her cue to let him take her hard. She was all in now. Her body wouldn’t be able to stop until she had completion, satisfaction, a damned good orgasm. One that made her feel she was blasting off into the stratosphere.

She gripped onto his shoulders and ground herself against his cock, letting him feel the slick heat already pooling between her legs. She wanted him inside her now. Dammit, she was wet enough. Foreplay could wait.

“Nick… now.”

He didn’t seem to have any objections. After all, he’d been a soldier for years and was used to taking orders. Maybe not from someone like her, but she didn’t care at the moment. The clock was ticking, others would need this bathroom, and she had to get off soon.

She moved her hands all over his arms, his shoulders, down his back, to his waist, and, finally, to grab his ass, pressing her hips forward to take him inside. He got the hint. A second later, he lifted his mouth off her breast, slid out a condom from who knew where, wrapped up his sizable package and got in position. Strong fingers grabbed her at the top of her hips and in one thrust he was deep inside her, stretching her to her limits. His thick cock pistoned into her aching pussy as they scratched each other’s itch.

“God,” she moaned out, trying everything in her power not to scream out or cry in pleasure.

“Come for me, Nic,” he hissed out. Making sure she was as comfortable as feasibly possible on top of the tiny sink, he sped up the pace, making the best of the cramped space. Nicole pushed off the back wall, lifting her pelvis more to feel him deeper in her womb. His left hand skimmed over her waxed sex, smoothing and appreciating that she groomed herself so well. His finger slipped in and joined his dick in pleasuring her, reaching in for her clit, to pinch it and rub the sensitive nub.

Nicole thought she’d explode right then and there. It had been a long time since a guy had actually gotten to the heart of the matter, reaching that magical button that flipped the switch that ignited her insides. She didn’t know if it was the small room or the altitude and the fact there was less oxygen, but she almost looked dizzy as her arousal intensified and he began to bring her to her first orgasm.

She bit down on her tongue to keep from screaming out. Her body shook and the rocketing flames searing through her made her feel as if she was going to burst from the inside out. A fresh tidal wave of her own cum lubricated them, adding to the ease of his drilling.

As they pumped and she pounded against the mirror behind her, she realized he hadn’t even kissed her yet. How could they be buried against each other like this and not have even shared a kiss? She angled her head and then pulled him by the back of the neck closer to her. There was no hesitation on his part when he acquiesced and pressed his lip to hers. He took in her moans, kissing her with as much fierceness as his manhood did each time he slid almost all the way out and then reentered her. Their tongues tangled in a sword fight of sorts, passionately licking, sucking, and nipping at the other as if they were starving for what the other offered.

Nicole pulled her legs from the wall and wrapped them around Nick’s waist, holding him tightly against her while his hips rammed her with his throbbing dick. Doing this here, with a potential audience outside, made it that much more intense, coupled with the light-headedness that affected him too, because he was breathing harder than normal. Every sound became so much louder. Every time he slammed into her, he hit the counter hard enough that it must have echoed throughout the cabin.

That little old lady in 1A must think the plane’s coming apart…

No, but Nicole was close to coming again.

Nicole reached back against the cool, metal counter for leverage. That wasn’t the best idea as there wasn’t much counter space her ass wasn’t already splayed out on. She stretched her hands up, pressing against the ceiling all while battling his tongue with her own. He was punishing her insides, bringing her closer and closer to glory with each thrust. She grabbed his shoulders and gripped them so hard she was sure she might leave fingerprint bruises in her wake.

She kissed his neck and bit down to try and keep her moans to a minimum. His neck was muscled and rock hard, just like the thick erection he shoved between her legs. She pulled her lips and tongue across his jaw line until her tongue worked into his ear, bathing it with a stroke, mimicking his actions down south.

Nick grunted as he thrust deeper into her, harder, slowing down, taking his time with more deliberate strokes now. She rode him from the counter, rocking back and forth on him, taking him in deeper, and filling herself with him.

“Come again for me, Nicole,” he whispered in her ear.

“You do the same for me.”

“I’m close.”

“Me too. I might pass out.”

“Good,” he said in her throat, a warm laugh following his words.

He filled her again. Pressing deep, deeper, the deepest.

No one had ever gone into her this far, this hard, this all-consuming. She felt every inch of him all the way to her soul.

He pumped hard. Thrusting in. Retreating. In deep, and out, right to the edge of sanity.

And again. Over and over.

In. Out. In. Out. Pumping together. Her hips going along for the exotic ride, dancing into the pole pleasuring her. A drip of sweat down his temple. A doubling of her already racing heartbeat. A cadence of breathing. A choir of hisses. An orchestration of well-directed passion set free from every instrument each had to play for the other.

Soon, a building moan escaped her as he brought her to the edge, pushing… pushing… pushing…

“Oh God…yes…”

Her body shuddered on this grand thrust he performed. His face contorted, the vein at his neck popped, and his crystal eyes clouded dark with concentrated lust. Nick grabbed her back and held her against him while she shook through her climax. Wave after wave of orgasmic tide crashed against her until she was spent and went weak in his arms.

His eyes closed and he threw his head back letting his own pulsating pinnacle rage out of him. One more thrust and a release of all the air in his chest and he, too, nearly collapsed from the effort.

“Holy shit,” he said right away.

“You can say that again.”

He lifted his head. “Holy shit.”

Before she knew it, though, Nick released her and withdrew his cock. Turning from her, he jerked it off and dispensed of the cum-filled condom in the bathroom toilet. He reached around her to some paper towels, handing some to her, as well.

What a gentleman.

It was over way too quickly, but the force of their joining had rocked her unlike anything before. She knew they couldn’t exactly roll up and cuddle, so she tried not to make a big deal out of how he was now wiping off his dick as if trying to rid himself of the memory.

“We need to get out of here,” he instructed.

She needed time to put herself back together—if that were even possible—and not to review, dissect, and critique everything that had just happened. It was straight up hungry sex. Primal. Pure. Animalistic. Natural. Satisfying. They both got what they needed. That was what counted. She didn’t need a kiss or a profession of love, devotion, or even a first date.

He slid his clothes back on and then ran his hands through his hair, setting it back. Then, he pulled something out of the toilet paper holder. Something he’d apparently placed in there.

“Here, take this.”

“What is it?” she asked and then answered her own question when she peered down. It was the air sick bag he’d brought with him.

“I’ll leave first and then you can. Just grip the bag like you’ve been taking care of business in here. After all, you are an engaged, pregnant woman, right?” He finished with a wink.

Nicole laughed and bobbed her head. “Brilliant. Answers any questions for those who might wonder why we were in here so long.”

“Exactly,” he said, handing over her clothes. “The loyal fiancé taking care of his family.”

“What a guy,” she teased.

What a guy, indeed.

Too bad they’d never do this again. Damn shame.

Nick went to shift the lock to open the door, but stopped himself.

He looked back at her and leaned into her. He layered a soft, tender kiss on her lips, sipping and sampling and then deepening it for a moment before pulling away and pressing his forehead to hers.

She nearly stopped breathing at the tenderness. “Thanks,” she whispered.

He straightened and then, before slipping out of the bathroom, he tossed back at her, “Welcome to the club.”