It's twisted

Messed up

And the more I think about it

It's crazy, but so what

I may never understand it

I'm caught up and I'm hanging on

I'm gonna love you even if it's wrong

Carrie Underwood- Twisted

It's quite cold out with a little bit of snow falling over the runways. We're standing at the gate, waiting for our plane going to New York to board. His arm is hanging over my shoulder and he's had this permanent smile plastered on his face since he gave me the ring. He gently leans in and whispers in my ear.

“Just you wait until we get to the hotel,” and with that he stands up straight again and remains smiling.

“Excited about something, J?” I inquire. 

He leans back in again, “Honey, you have no idea how bad I want to have you right now.”

“Oh really?” I ask and lean in, “then why don’t you just do it now?” I say while we walk down to the plane. 

“Because there wouldn’t be enough time,” he says and with that we sit down into our seats.

I pull out my Cosmopolitan magazine and he turns on his Ipod. He’s been listening to it for a while and he leans into me again and starts singing softly to me.

“Damn girl, damn girl, damn girl, damn. You got me sayin’ damn girl, you’re so fine. The way you let me put it down, girl ... blows my mind.”

“Justin,” I say, “don’t start what you can’t finish.” 

He gets up from his seat and winks at me. Leaning back down he says, “Meet me in the bathroom.”

After about two minutes I get up from my seat and head to the bathroom. He’s sitting on the sink waiting for me. It’s not like one of you’re average airplane bathrooms, there’s actually some room to move in this, it could be kind of fun, I tell myself.

He hastily shuts the door and begins assaulting me with kisses. I moan when his tongue glides over mine as he takes his hands and hoists me onto the sink. Hands still on my ass, he pulls down the sweatpants and underwear I’m wearing and gently trails his hands back up to my hips. 

Breaking the kiss, he begins to kneel down, softly chuckling to himself. He holds his palm over my mound, sitting there, just taking it all in.

“Justin,” I beg, “don’t tease me.”

With that he shoves one finger into my wetness, circling around, searching for the spot that will surely drive me insane. My hips buck to the rhythm he begins to set and I begin to pant. 

In one swift motion, he pulls out his finger and replaces it with kisses all over my clit. He begins stroking my folds again with his finger as his mouth assaults my clit. 

Pushing two fingers in, he grins knowing he’s sending me into a euphoric state. Feeling my first wave of pleasure, he gets back up and unzips his pants. Seeing his dick aroused my hands reach out and grab it, stroking it up and down, noticing pre cum at the tip.

“Damnit, baby,” he seethes. 

I lean in, my lips hovering over his ear, “God, Timb, it’s so hard.”

He moans as I continue stroking him and whispering in his ear, “I bet it would feel even better if it were in my tight, wet pussy.”

With that, he grunts and positions it at my entrance, “Tell me how you want it baby,” he says.

“Fuck me so hard, J, that I won’t be able to see straight.”

He rams into me with force and I already begin to feel my walls contracting at the massive size of it. I begin to whimper as he continues to assault my spot with each thrust. Already I can feel it building inside of me, euphoria so close I can feel it.

His lips crash onto mine as he takes his hand over mine and positions it over my clit. He forces me to rub it and I moan into his mouth. It just feels so damn good.

Pulling his member almost the whole way out, he slams back in and that’s all it takes to send me over the edge. I begin convulsing with pleasure, bouncing up and down. 

“Shit, Di,” he says and with that he coats my insides, grunting over his release.

He continues to kiss me as we hear the pilot come over the loudspeaker.

“We’re about 15 minutes away from landing and we ask that all passengers go back to their seats and prepare for landing. We hope you enjoyed your travel and we hope you choose US Airways again sometime soon.”

And with that we put our clothes back on, planning each other’s exit from the bathroom. He leaves first, grinning like a cheshire cat as he walks out and it hits me, enjoyed doesn’t even begin to describe it...