Chapter 27

Chapter 27

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"Care to explain this?" Edward asked Tanya tersely, throwing a pile of newspapers and tabloids on the table before sitting next to me. His posture was tense as his jaw twitched in agitation, and I reached over, grasping the fisted hand resting on the table.

I was somewhat glad that Edward had chosen a restaurant for this confrontation, meaning that neither of them could truly lose it without drawing attention.

I glanced over at the nearest tabloid, feeling a headache coming on when I saw the headline.

Between Edward trying to figure out what to do with his career and the reconciliation between us, we had both been too distracted to really notice what had been going around us.

When Tanya had told Edward that there was some complications with the statement that needed to be reworked, neither of us had put too much thought into it, until my name was splashed across the headlines...except that it wasn't my name.

Tanya and Charlie—who I'd explained the gravity of the situation a few weeks back—had decided to take things into their own hands and had changed my name to Dwyer through means that were less than legal.

The story was that I was Charlie's long lost daughter who had come to the city, and through Tanya who knew him, I had met Edward. Charlie's lawyer had cashed in some favors for it to go through quickly and without question, erasing Isabella Swan. My past no longer existed.

Part of me let out a big sigh of relief of not having to go through the trails of having every sordid little detail of past for strangers to read, but the other part saw that we had simply dug ourselves further into a hole, throwing my secrets to join Edward's in the back of the closet.

A closet that, no matter how hard we tried to keep locked, would one day open, and our deepest, darkest secrets would spill free.

Tanya took a sip of her drink, one eyebrow raised as she leaned back in her chair, the picture of calm and coolness. "Yes, you both deserve answers. I understand that you both believe that I have violated your trust by going behind your backs to do this, especially when I knew that you wanted to have it all out in the open, but I simply couldn't let that happen.

"I'm sure Edward hasn't bothered to mention that I am not just simply his personal assistant. His Chief of Staff, Marcus Jacobs, is a great man, and he has helped Edward a lot in the race. Because of his experience, he helped Edward transit smoothly into public office. The thing is though, Edward and Marcus are much too alike, which means they butt heads more often than not. That is where I come in; I'm their official go between. I discuss with each of them the changes and ideas each think are good, and then present both of them the proposals and such. I'm there for every interaction, and as such, I'm in the thick of it all.”

"What does this have to do with anything?" Edward asked, clenching his fist against the table.

Tanya sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. "I know you think that it wasn't my place to do what I did, but I want you to know that I was fully prepared to give the statement you wanted.”

"So, what changed?" he questioned.

She leaned forward, resting her arms on the table. "I love you like a brother, Edward, and the night it was supposed to go up, I called you to make sure it was what you wanted: having her name out there. I had the statement ready to send, I only had to press the button, and it would have gone, but I couldn't let that happen. If you had decided to fulfill our full six-year term, I would have let it go out, but that night I realized that we'd be lucky if you did another year. I'm not going to let you leave office with something like this hanging over your head. I refuse for it to look like you ran away because of a few indiscretions. If you are resigning, then you are going out like a man," she said passionately.

I was surprised at the intensity of her worlds, and found myself somewhat agreeing with her. It didn't make what she had done right, but I could understand why she did it now. I didn't even realize he was even thinking about resigning until after the statement was supposed to go out.

I reached over, placing my hands over Edward's tightly closed fist, rubbing my thumb over his knuckles until he relaxed his hand enough for my fingers to slide between his. I pulled our entwined hands down onto my bare leg near my knee and above the hem of my high-waisted skirt, which I had paired with a pink shirt and a three-quarter length sleeved suit jacket.

"I agree with Tanya," I said, taking a sip of my mineral water. I plucked out the slice of lemon from my glass and placed it in Edward's already outstretched hand. The way he anticipated my needs, knowing without asking helped us move seamlessly together.

"What?" Edward said, surprised.

"Hear me out. I'm not saying what she did was right, but I don't want to be the one tarnishing your image, especially if you're ducking out of the race so soon. You're going to get enough stick from the press once it's official, and adding me into the mix isn't going to help matters at all.”

Edward stared at me for a long moment before sighing, his shoulders slumping in resignation. "Fine. I get it, but next time, run the idea by me before you decide to let the whole world know, okay?" he said, running a hand tiredly over his face.

Tanya smiled, satisfied that we had seen the situation from her point of view, and nodded. "Okay, but honestly, Edward, though it took me a while to get over the fact that I have to share you, I am happy for you both," she said with a genuine smile before looking down at her watch. "Okay, mushy moment over. We need to get back to the office and finish off those proposals that you wanted sent before you leave tomorrow...”

Understanding clearly what she was saying, I leaned over and gave Edward a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'll settle the check," I told him, reaching for my bag.

He grasped my arm, halting my movement and cupped my face, bringing my lips to his. I hummed against his mouth as he tilted his head, kissing me deeply and passionately. I fisted my hand around the material of his suit by his shoulder until Tanya cleared her throat, causing Edward to reluctantly pull back, placing three chaste kisses on my lips before pulling back completely.

He sighed, leaning his forehead against mine for a moment before moving to stand, straightening his suit. "Duty calls," he said with a wry smile.

I drew my swollen bottom lip into my mouth, sucking gently on it as I nodded. "I'll see you tonight," I said, my voice taking on a breathy quality. I cleared my throat, not missing the cocky sparkle in Edward's eyes before he kissed my forehead.

"Can't wait, mia Bellezza," he told me with a wink before following Tanya.

I didn't linger in the restaurant, quickly paying the bill before catching a cab back to the apartment so that I could finish packing. I collected the mail on the way up, flipping through it as I unlocked the apartment and stepped in.

"Yoda," I called out, without looking up. I kicked the door closed behind me, dumping my keys in the bowl by the door as I walked down the hall, my black, heeled ankle boots clanking on the wood floor.

"I'm not Yoda, but I could be if you wanted," a voice said, causing a scream to leave my mouth as I dropped the mail, my heart in my throat.

I blinked at the hulking figure lounging on the couch with Yoda. I cocked my head, realizing that he looked somewhat familiar. He had light hair, blue eyes and dimples that that seemed to push against my conscious mind for recognition.

Yoda broke free from his grip, coming over, his tail wagging as he jumped around my feet. I leaned down, scooping him up in my arms.

"Do I know you?" I asked.

His smile faltered. "Ouch," he muttered to himself. "Emmett...from Italy...who had Edward's Aston Martin.”

My eyes lit up with recognition, remembering Edward's rather strange friend. "Ohhhh, you...What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" I asked rudely.

He scratched his head. "Well, this wasn't the welcome I was expecting, but I was in town for the impending holidays, and Edward offered to let me stay here and look after the dog since you two are going abroad for Christmas.”

I nodded, understanding slowly dawning on me. Edward had decided that since he was avoiding his family, who were hounding him to come to the family Christmas dinner and would probably turn up at the apartment if we stuck around, we would go to Paris for Christmas.

We'd be spending a week there, leaving the day after Christmas to go visit his grandparents for a few days in Milan to see the ballet and catch up before arriving back home just before New Year's Eve to go to one of the many parties he had been invited to.

It was quite a hectic schedule to keep up with, but it didn't tamper the excitement of going to Paris and Italy. It seemed almost crazy to think that six months ago, I had never stepped foot outside the continental U.S, and yet here I was, packing to spend the holidays in what was said to be one of the most romantic cities in the world.

I had a feeling that Edward was planning something special for our time there, but I had quickly learned that when Edward wanted to surprise me, it was best just to leave him to it.

Edward had tried to get Tanya to look after Yoda again, but she and Irina were going to visit Tanya's family in Russia, so it seemed that Emmett was his second choice.

I shrugged, not too bothered by his presence as long as he didn't try to hit on me and kept out of the way in general. "Oh, cool, well, make yourself at home," I told him, making my way upstairs to my room and shutting the door firmly behind me before dialing Edward's number. I went into my closet, where I was finishing the last of my packing, going through my lingerie to find something special.

"Hello, mia Bellezza," Edward answered, knowing by the caller I.D that it was me.

"You could have warned me that your friend, Emmett, was going to turn up at the apartment," I said with a bit of a petulant huff.

He groaned. "I'm sorry, I totally forgot. He called this morning saying that he was coming today instead of tomorrow morning. I've been so busy trying to finish this fucking proposal before we leave, that it must have slipped my mind.”

I immediately felt bad about whining since he sounded stressed enough as it was. "It's fine, I can handle myself. I'm finishing packing, and I know you're going to love some of the things I packed just for your viewing and all other kinds of pleasure," I flirted.

He hummed. "Really? What have you packed just for my pleasure?" he asked, his tone dropping seductively.

I giggled. "Let's just say that there are some lacy pieces that leave very little to the imagination. Some holiday oriented babydolls, and you know, a few corsets..." I purred, letting my voice trail off as he let out a moan.

"Bellezza, are you trying to kill me?" he asked, since I knew just what corsets did to him. There was just something about my tits spilling out at the top and my hips at the bottom that got him going, let alone my tiny waist.

I twirled my hair around my finger, biting my lip coyly as I grinned widely, feeling like a teenager talking to her boyfriend. He always seemed to bring out the youth in me that was buried in me until it was almost as if I hadn't grown up too quickly and could experience all the of the stuff I had missed.

"I need you alive if you want to see the lingerie. I just got a few new pairs of crotchless panties that I'm sure you're going to want see, and along with the new garters and stockings, I doubt you are going to want to miss it," I teased him.

"You realize that you've got me hard at work," he grunted. "How am I supposed to work when all I can think about is you in lingerie?”

"Oh, I'm sorry, Papi, I'll make it up to you tonight," I told him.

"You better, dirty little girl. Otherwise I'll be forced to spank your little ass," he growled.

I couldn't stop the way my body reacted to his words, knowing that the spanking he would give me wouldn't be for punishment, but more of a way to spur on my pleasure as he fucked me, and if the way my nipples were poking through my bra had anything to say about it, they agreed wholeheartedly.

"Fuck! Papi, that wasn't nice. I'm all wet now," I chided, the pout apparent in my voice as I flung a random coat into my Louis Vuitton suitcase that I had bought in Milan.

"You started it," he retorted. "And as much as I would like to continue this line of conversation, I want to be able to leave work before ten tonight, so I'll talk to you later, okay?”

I sighed. "Yeah, okay. Do you want me to leave some dinner in the fridge for when you come back?" I asked, rummaging through a rack of dresses, trying to find one to wear to the ballet.

"That would be great. Thank you," he said.

"No problem. What do you think I should wear for the ballet?”

"Uh, I'm not going to pretend for a moment that I know all the dresses you have in your closet, but wasn't there a nice pink one that you bought in Milan?”

"A pink one? Could you be a little more specific?" I asked patiently, already forgiving his ignorance on clothes since he was a guy.

"Uhmm, a strapless, ruffly, light pink gown? It reached to the floor, I think.”

I wracked my brain for the dress he was talking about until it came back to me. It had been when Edward was hung over, which made it surprising that he remembered in the first place.

The dress was actually coral, not pink, but as I said before, he was a guy, and I would have frightened if he had known the difference. It was a gorgeous, silk, ruffled gown, which would go perfectly with my gold stilettos.

"Perfect! Thank you, Papi. I'll see you later," I said.

He chuckled. "Glad I could help. I want you in bed early tonight since our plane leaves at ten tomorrow, and with traffic, I'd like to leave at six.”

"But Papi—" I started, but he quickly cut me off.

"No buts. We both know how you get when you don't have enough sleep," he said firmly.

I scowled, knowing that he was right, but not liking it. "Fine, but that means that there will be no sex tonight," I told him, trying to sway him in his decision.

"Nice try, mia Bellezza, but we'll just have to take a rain check on that. This time tomorrow we'll be in Paris, waking up to croissants, baguettes and some of that vanilla cappuccino drink you love so much.”

My mood brightened a little, and I reluctantly decided to give in. "Alright, you win this time. Wake me up when you get home. I, at least, want a proper goodnight kiss," I told him.

"Bellezza," he murmured, a slight warning in his tone.

"Compromise, Papi. Every good relationship has it. I am going to bed early, but I want you to wake me up when you get back so I can say goodnight.”

"Fine," he said, slightly exasperated. "I have to go back to work, but I'll wake you up when I get back, okay?”

"Thank you, Papi," I crowed. "I love you.”

"Love you too, Bellezza.”

I felt rather triumphant as I finished packing, zipping up my suitcase and wheeling it downstairs until it rested by the door. I had a good feeling about our impending trip, something special was going to happen, I could just feel it.

...

I stared out of the small airplane window, the dark, inky sky looking back at me. I shifted, sighing slightly as I glanced around the cabin, the lights dimmed as the rest of the first class passengers slept on, oblivious to the world around them. A flight attendant came by periodically to make sure all the passengers were happy and looked after.

I tucked one leg beneath me, the soft wool of my thick, black tube socks brushing against my thigh. I couldn't accurately measure the amount of the time we had been flying. I'd slept through the flight from LAX to JFK where we'd had a one hour layover before getting on a plane headed straight for Paris.

We had gone through so many different time zones that my clock was completely off, leaving me bored as everyone around me slept.

I jumped slightly when I felt Edward's warm hand on my thigh, glancing over at him in surprise. I'd been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that he'd woken up.

"Can't sleep?" he asked, stretching.

I shook my head, leaning into his body as he nuzzled my throat, his hot breath fanning out over my skin as his thumb ran small circles on my thigh. My heart accelerated as his lips skimmed over the column of my neck, the soft flesh of them lingering as I let out a shaky breath.

"Papi," I breathed, placing my hand on top of his as he slid it toward the inside of my thigh. My legs spread automatically, and I almost whimpered as he took the lobe of my ear into his mouth, surrounding it in wet heat before sucking softly. His teeth nipped gently as I arched into him, my breathing seeming loud in the quiet cabin. I whimpered softly, my body reacting to his touch as I felt wetness trickle from me and my nipples tighten.

"I want you to go into the bathroom and take off your bra and panties for me," he murmured, his tone leaving no room for argument as a flush of heat washed over me.

I looked over at him, my teeth firmly embedded in my bottom lip, searching his eyes for any uncertainty before expelling a long breath and nodding in agreement. He cupped my cheek, tilting his head to the side as he kissed me long and deep, his tongue wasting no time as it delved between my parted lips, dominating my mouth as we kissed passionately.

I stood up once he had released me, feeling his hand gently pat me on my ass as I moved past him. Excitement raced through me as I slipped into the bathroom, locking the door behind me before quickly unsnapping my suspenders and unbuttoning my silk white shirt. I shrugged out of the shirt, unclasping my bra and pulling it off before pulling my shirt back on and clipping my suspenders back in place, my nipples straining through the fabric.

I pulled my skirt up, hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties before tugging them down my legs until they pooled around my Oxford, lace-up pumps. I felt almost naked without my underwear on, and I balled my bra and panties in my hand as I arranged my black skirt appropriately so that it covered my ass.

I checked my complexion quickly in the mirror above the sink, taking in my bright eyes and flushed cheeks as I brushed a few stray hairs behind my ears. Anticipation thrummed through my veins, and I loved the dirty, forbidden undertone of it as I made my way back to my seat. Just knowing that it was Mr. prim-and-proper Senator that had requested the removal of my underwear in the midst of a flight had my arousal building. I loved the fact that no one knew him the way I did, fetishes, faults and all.

He stopped me as I tried to slide past him to my seat, grasping onto my hips as I stood, trapped, between his legs. He slid one hand under my skirt, his fingers dancing over my thighs, teasing me along their journey until they reached their destination. I sucked in a harsh breath as he stroked my wet folds, grazing my swollen clit peeking through them.

His dark eyes met mine as he released me, lifting his wet fingers to his mouth and sucking my juices off them as I slumped down in my seat next to him. He grabbed a blanket, spreading it over both of us before shifting closer to me. He turned his body toward mine, tucking his foot underneath his body as he wrapped the loose ends of the blanket securely around our bodies.

I tucked my face into his neck as I felt his hands starting to wander, one grazing over my thigh, while the other cupped my ribs near my tits. I lay my hand over his which was on my thigh, spreading my thighs slightly as I helped guide it between them. My eyelids fluttered and my breathing escalated as he thumbed my swollen nipple through my shirt, swiping them over the sensitive skin as he parted the lips of my pussy with his other hand.

I mewled softly, the sound muffled by his neck as I squirmed, trying to get closer to him as wetness gushed out of me, dripping down onto his hand.

He shushed me, dragging a finger through my labia to my clit as he unbuttoned my shirt, pushing it over my shoulder as it freed one of my plump tits and cupping it in his large palm. His hair brushed along the top of my ear as he ducked his head down to whisper in my ear.

"Do you like this?" he asked, collecting my juices before penetrating me with two fingers, easing them into me achingly slow.

My lips parted as I panted heavily, too lost in his touch to give him a verbal answer as I nodded, shifting my hips closer to him. I moaned as quietly as I was able, pressing my face deeper into his neck as I threw a leg over his lap, giving him better access to my body. I froze as I heard the flight attendant nearby, my heart leaping into my throat as I tightened my grip on Edward's waist. I pretended to be asleep as she stopped at our aisle, talking lowly to Edward.

"Is there anything I can get you, Sir?" she asked politely, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut and bite down hard on my bottom lip as he started to slid his fingers slowly out of me. I could only hope that we looked like a cosy couple resting rather than the deviants we were as he twisted his fingers, scraping the tips along my g-spot. I choked back a moan, my thighs trembling in the effort to keep my lower half still.

"No, thank you. I think we're both fine," he replied casually like his fingers weren't slowly thrusting in and out of my pussy.

My heart pounded in my ears, and I listened carefully for her retreating footsteps, even going so far as to peer over the seats as she pulled the curtain closed, separating us from the galley.

"Fuck!" I hissed from between my teeth as he scraped his fingers over my g-spot again, causing my hips to buck up as wetness gushed from my body. I buried my head back into the crook of his neck, my breath harsh as I loosened my grip on his shirt, letting my hand drift down to his crotch. He was hard and straining through his pants, and I quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning and tugging down his zipper before reaching inside.

He plucked and twisted my nipple as I wrapped my hand tightly around his warm, hard flesh, swiping my thumb over the tip to gather lubrication as I stroked him. His fingers quickened their pace, thrusting in and out, twisting and curling, while he pressed his palm up to rub against my clit.

"Papi," I whimpered, unable to stop my hips from rolling and rocking in response. My grip faltered on his cock as a wave of pleasure washed over me, and I forced myself to swallow back a moan, my body tensing as a shiver coursed down my spine.

"What is it, Little One?" he asked, his fingers unrelenting as they continued their pace.

I squirmed, rubbing myself against him wantonly like a cat in heat. "I need...Fuck...I w-want you," I stuttered, the lust clouding my brain causing my speech to become stilted at best.

"You have me," he murmured as I fucked his hand, my juices dripping down his hand and my thighs. He ran the tip of his nose along the outer shell of my ear, sending small tingles throughout my body as a low keen escaped me.

"Shhh, we wouldn't want anyone to wake up and see you fucking your Papi's hand like a wanton slut, now would we?" he purred seductively, knowing exactly what his words did to me. "Could you imagine their faces if they saw you grinding and rubbing against me like this, humping my hand?”

A warm flush raced through me, pinking my skin as I tried to hold back my reaction, no matter how impossible a task it seemed. My thighs quivered as his words pushed me toward the edge, and he continued his ministrations on my tits, tugging and rolling my nipples between his fingers. His palm pressed more firmly against my throbbing clit, my slick flesh making it easy for me to slide against it.

"Are you going to cum for me?" he asked. "Is your little pussy going to milk Papi's fingers?”

"Yes," I mewled, my hands desperate as they clawed at his neck, trying to find something to anchor myself on as I came, my teeth sinking into the skin at the juncture of his neck and shoulder to muffle my cries. My eyes scrunched shut as I continued rolling my hips against his hand, riding out my orgasm until I was spent.

"Fuck!" I breathed, panting heavily as I moved my leg from over his lap, grimacing at the how wet I was between my legs.

"Give me your panties," he instructed, and I fished them out from under the blanket, watching him curiously as he spread my thighs apart and mopped me up with them. I narrowed my eyes at his sneakiness since he knew that I wouldn't be able to put those panties back on now that they were drenched in my juices, leaving me to go commando in my admittedly small skirt. I was just thankful that I had a coat that made sure everything was covered in case it was windy.

He re-buttoned my shirt, arranging the collar neatly before smoothing down my skirt over my thighs. "Feel better?" he asked.

"You have no idea," I told him, stretching my legs out in front of me, which felt like limp noodles.

I looked over at him, the desire still clear in his eyes, reminding me that in the throes of pleasure I had neglected to stroke him to completion.

"I'm sorry, Papi," I murmured. "I forgot to make you cum.”

He smirked lasciviously, his eyes sparkling as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipping himself up. "Don't worry, Little One, you can make it up to me.”

Before I could find out the intricate details of just how I could make it up to him, he pulled me into a harsh, deep kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth. I wasn't sure how he did it, but it seemed that at each twist and turn he managed to take my breath away. I doubted that there was another man quite like Edward. With his originality and sexual spontaneity, he kept me on my toes, sating my insatiable desire in a way many had tried and failed.

It may have had to do with the emotions that lingered behind his every action. His motives weren't selfish, every stroke, kiss and touch was designed to please me as much as it did him. In fact, he fed off my pleasure, spending hours giving it selfishly while neglecting his own.

He tore his mouth away from mine as I whimpered pitifully, pushing himself out of his seat, causing the blanket that had been covering us to fall to the ground. "Bathroom," he mouthed, quirking an eyebrow in challenge when my eyes widened. He threw me a wink when he saw how flushed I was before sauntering down the plane aisle and into the bathroom.

Blood whooshed past my ears as the adrenaline tingled its way through my body. For one long moment, my mind went blank before I mentally slapped myself into action. Never had I been so glad that first class was virtually empty, and the passengers that were there were fast asleep, it made what we were about to do so much easier.

I felt almost nervous as I slipped out of my seat, smoothing down my clothes and arranging my hair as I walked cautiously down the aisle. I tapped gently on the bathroom door, nibbling on my plump bottom lip as the doors sprung open and Edward dragged me inside. He locked the door behind me before pressing me up against it, latching his mouth onto my neck.

A quiet moan escaped my lips as he hooked one of my legs around his thigh, grinding his swollen erection into me. "When you said we would take a rain check on the sex yesterday, I honestly didn't expect this," I panted, feeling the vibration of his chuckle against my throat.

"Oh, mia Bellezza," he drawled, trailing kisses up to my ear. "This isn't the rain check, this is me needing to be buried deep inside you, right this moment.”

He rutted against me to prove his point, and I jumped up, wrapping my legs around his waist. "In that case, fuck the foreplay and get inside me," I told him before crashing my lips to his. He grunted, grasping my ass in his hands, kneading and groping my ample cheeks as he devoured my mouth. My hands couldn't get enough of him as they mapped out his skin, never staying in one place for long until they finally settled on his belt, which he had redone before coming in here.

I wasted no time in unbuckling it and popping open the button at the top of his pants. He helped me push them, along with his boxers, down his thighs. He hissed as his hard cock slapped against the curve of my ass before pulling my body lower so that our bodies were in the right position.

I locked my ankles behind his back, bracing myself on his shoulders as he pressed me back against the door, tugging my shirt open before ducking to take my nipple in between his lips.

He bucked his hips forward, thrusting his engorged erection between the wet lips of my pussy, coating it in my juices before shifting his hips, covering my mouth with his hand as he slammed into me. My eyes clenched shut as my back arched, my nails digging into his skin through his shirt. My swollen, bruised lips parted in a silent cry as he slowly drew back, letting me feel every ridge and dip of his cock inside me before thrusting back in.

He pulled our bodies away from the door, his hands holding up all my weight as my own reached behind me, pushing against the door for leverage as he started pumping into me.

I was sure that if anyone saw us, we would be a right sight to see, half dressed—me with my shirt opened hazardously so that my tits spilled free, and Edward with his pants around his ankles—and fucking in an airplane bathroom.

Of all the things I had done over the years, I was happy to share something new with Edward. I had never fucked or been touched on a plane, which meant the playing field was even in this sense.

Every breath and pant that left us seemed so loud as our hips moved, thrusting and grinding against each other as the slick, wet sound of sex filled the cramped space. One part of my brain was aware that there were people not but a few feet outside of the door, making my body hyperaware of every shift and sigh that I made, enhancing the moment.

Goosebumps littered my skin as sweat dripped down the arch of my neck, my body hot and sticky from exertion as I bit down on my lip. Our eyes never left each other as we stared, delving and searching each other as I wrapped one arm around his neck, drawing him a little bit closer to me.

It was raw and hard, the way we were fucking, our pelvises crashing against each other as his hands clawed at my ass, his nails digging into the supple flesh as he held me anchored to him, pulling me tight against him. It was need; simple as that. Our baser needs were being met, the need to claim, to mark, to mate, to fuck.

I threw my head back as he swiveled his hips in such a way that it caused sparks of pleasure obstructed my view, my body tensing as I fought back against the need to scream and moan his name. I clung to him, my hands clenching and grasping onto him as we rocked against each other.

"Is this good?" he purred, impaling me harder on his cock, filling me to the hilt before pulling back and doing it all over again.

The muscles of his chest and arms strained as he worked to hold up my weight while simultaneously thrusting forward, and I worked quickly to open up his shirt, practically salivating at the way his muscles clenched and contracted, the dim light making the sweat on them glisten.

My feet dug hard into his ass as he propelled his hips forward, filling me fully before grinding his pelvis against my clit. My walls throbbed, slick and hot as they clutched him, molding around his thick length.

The pleasure mounted, slowly building higher and higher, and I had to work harder to conceal the noises that bubbled up in my throat, trying to escape. He lifted one hand from my ass, changing the angle of his thrusts as he dove it into my hair, threading through the thick strands as he forced my mouth to meet his.

The kiss was harsh, and my lips yielded beneath his as our teeth crashed together, our tongues twisting and winding around each other in an attempt to be closer than we already were.

His hand slid down from my hair, groping me clumsily as I arched into him, small whimpers falling from my lips. I knew that there was no way that I could last very long, not with how my body was reacting to the hows and whys of our location. Forbidden secrecy was something that had always got me going, and that was one of the reasons I made such a good call girl.

Knowing that what I was doing was wrong only made me wetter, made me want it all the more. I coveted it, lusted for it, dripped for it, and Edward understood that. He didn't judge me for my quirks any more than I did him. It was just the way we were, and his exhibitionist streak complimented my needs perfectly.

I was sure that there were many things that could be said about our relationship since, from the outside, it looked off-balance and dysfunctional, but contrary to how it looked, our relationship worked as well as any other.

Sometimes, it took me by surprise by just how short a time we had been together. Excluding our professional relationship, we had been together as a couple for just over nine months, not even a year, and yet we seemed to be able to anticipate and know each other's needs like we had been doing it for years. The best part, though, was that he wasn't just my lover, he was also my closest confidant and friend.

My view on how relationships should have gone up and down over the years, starting with a "get married young after a one-year courtship" attitude, followed by a "don't get married at all" attitude, before finally settling on a "come as it may" attitude.

I found my thoughts straying more often than not toward the future, daydreaming about life in Italy by Edward's side, and more recently, the thought of that had stopped freaking me out, instead settling into a more peaceful place. I had finally come to the realization that a future with Edward was inevitable, so instead of giving myself a headache over the "what ifs," I just settled back and decided to watch it all play out, taking it one day at a time.

"I'm close," he grunted out in warning, moving his had between us to rub my clit. His Adam's apple bobbed as his jaw clenched, his muscles straining as he forced himself to hold back his orgasm until I had reached mine.

"Cum for me, baby, I need to feel you," I murmured, knowing that my words would unravel him.

He spun us around, his hand finding purchase on the door as he quickened his pace, his thrusts uneven and jerky as he neared his release. "Not until you milk my cock," he said through gritted teeth, his stubbornness shining through.

It both frustrated me and warmed me the way he refused to cum without me. I was a realist, and I didn't expect to cum every single time he was inside me. Edward, on the other hand, disagreed with that, pushing aside his needs more often than not to bring me to completion. There were times when I honestly just wanted him to take selfishly from me, and while sometimes he did, those times were too few in my opinion.

It was something we butted heads about, both of us too stubborn to relent. I knew the motives behind his need to make me cum before him, what with him being a typical male that wanted to prove himself a worthy partner, but I honestly felt as though his pleasure was mine. I had already cum, and while there was an ache sitting deep in my gut, I could live without another orgasm.

He swiveled his hips, changing the angle as he forced his hips harder and faster until I felt a familiar tightening inside me.

Did I mention that he won the fight about orgasms nearly every time?

"Oh God!" I moaned, pulling him flush to me as I trembled, my walls fluttering around him as I started to let go. My body unraveled right before his eyes, unable to hold off as I clamped down around him, my mouth seeking his neck as I bit down on it, muffling my screams of pleasure as I exploded, lights dancing around my closed eyelids.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I felt bad about biting him so hard since I knew it would leave a mark, but the majority of my mind was too busy swimming in ecstasy to really feel any true sorrow about it.

He cursed, his thrusts faltering as he shuddered, his body shaking as he pulsed deep inside me. He sunk to the ground, resting his back against the toilet as he raised his knees as close to his chest as he could with me sitting in his lap.

"Fuck," he breathed, raking a hand through his sweaty hair.

I laved my tongue over the red, irritated skin where I had bitten, placing a kiss on it in silent apology. My whole body was slack, my limbs loose and uncoordinated as I panted, my head lying on his shoulder. I felt sated and calm, any tension having evaporated with my orgasm.

His chest rumbled, and I couldn't help but smile as he started chuckling. "What's so funny?" I asked.

He shook his head slightly. "We just had sex in an airplane bathroom," he said, and I pulled my head back, raising my eyebrows at him in question. "It's just...I honestly thought that we'd got to the point where we couldn't become that much more deviant, and then we fucked in an airplane bathroom. We can add the Mile High Club to our long list of spontaneous locations we decided to go at it. I swear we are like teenagers sometimes.”

I shook my head at him slightly, the grin never falling from my lips as I kissed him softly. "I'm glad that amuses you," I told him.

He shifted beneath me, causing his softening cock to slip from inside me. He hissed, grimacing slightly as he folded his legs beneath me.

"We should go back to our seats before someone realizes that we've desecrated the bathroom," he said with a sigh.

I climbed off his lap, already feeling his cum slide down my thighs as I stood up, and without panties there was no way for me to stop it. He followed, pulling up his boxers and pants as he did so. He paused just before tucking his now flaccid cock back in, arching an eyebrow. "Clean me off?" he requested.

I rolled my eyes, but dropped down onto my knees, cleaning our combined juices from his soft cock since Mr. Anal retentive didn't want to dirty his boxers. I sucked him down, cleaning him off with my tongue before sucking our juices off his balls. I placed a final kiss on the tip when I was done, before tucking him under the waistband of his boxers.

"Thank you, mia Bellezza," he said, buckling up his belt. He grabbed some paper towels, helping me clean off his cum so that I wasn't dripping everywhere.

We managed to sneak back to our seats after straightening our appearances without anyone noticing, reclining our chairs and getting comfortable. He laced his hand with mine, running his thumb over my knuckles as I snuggled up against him.

"I love you," he murmured, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"I love you too," I said with a yawn.

"You should sleep, I want you alive and coherent when we land," he told me, pulling back.

"Hmmm, 'kay," I mumbled, closing my eyes as thoughts of what was to come over the holidays bounced around in my head.

...

Papi = Daddy.

Bellezza = Beauty.

AN: I just popped my airplane sex cherry! Next chapter is going to be a good one, so be ready for it. Thanks for reading!