Page 23 of You Can't Ruin Christmas

“Come again?” he asks.

“Or come at all,” I whisper in his ear. “It’s okay if there’s a problem downstairs. I’ll like you anyway, Sven.”

“There is absolutely no problem,” he assures me.

“Well, maybe I just need like, a little sample of things to come,” I say, then have to restrain my giggles at the phrasing of this.

He groans, but his hand has fallen to my lap, and is snaking its way up my skirt. “My brother never told me you were this insatiable,” he whispers as his hand begins to rub me through my underwear.

“I was never insatiable with him,” I say, breathing heavily as I let my head fall against his neck. “But he also never dumped me on a bed and walked away, so maybe I was just more satisfied with him.”

“Mary, I just thought we were going to try to go on a date first—take things slow and romantic.” He says this while massaging his fingers in slow and romantic circles against my clitoris.

“I thought we were going to stop wasting time,” I whisper against his neck. “We can be fast and dirty now.” I trace kisses up to his ear, before taking his earlobe into my mouth and biting gently. “We can do slow and romantic later. Besides, isn’t an airplane a unique place for a first time?

“That’s true. It’s not a full flight,” he says, looking around. “We are pretty isolated. I can just take care of you right here with my hands.”

“No,” I say, moving his hand away. “I’m sick of the foreplay. I want you. I’m going to the bathroom, and you can join me in a few minutes if you want. Otherwise, I’ll just be lonely and sad in there without you.”

I rise to my feet and place a kiss on his nose. “But I like you either way—so no pressure. In case you’re tooshyor anything.” I wink before stepping over him, and heading down the aisle. I am pretty sure that shy comment is going to get to him. As I walk away, swaying my hips with a spring in my step, I realize that my confidence really has vastly improved in a short period of time. This isn’t like me at all.

When I enter the bathroom, I spend a few seconds staring into the mirror and questioning who I am becoming, and whether I like it.

Not much time passes before the door opens behind me. At the sight of Sven’s face, I decide I do like the new me—grown up, decisive, bold and brave. Knows how to get what she wants. I like her very, very much.

“Mary, Mary, quite contrary,” he says as he enters the room. “You’ve been a very naughty girl.”

For a second, as he moves closer, I’m pretty sure this was an impractical idea, because he is just too large. I don’t think we’re going to manage to get the door closed. I turn to face him, pressing my body against his to save space.

“Will this work?” I ask, feeling suddenly a little ridiculous.

“Airplane bathrooms are a tight fit,” Sven admits, locking the door, “but worth it if I can manage to fit into certain other tight spaces.”

I smile awkwardly, reaching into my pocket for a condom. “You can use this.”

“You had a condom with you?” he asks in surprise.

“I’m enjoying my new Body by Sven, but I don’t think I’m ready for a Baby by Sven.”

He grins. “I guess we can take that part slow.”

“Yes. Right now, I would really just like to enjoy Sven’s body,” I tell him, sliding my hands over his hips to help him lower his pants.

When his boxers are down, I stare in awe at the sight of him. His cock is thick and strong, just like the rest of him. There is no way I could manage to lower my body enough to taste him in this tight space, so I wrap my fist around his shaft to stroke him a few times. Sven’s body jerks in response as he inhales sharply, and I can feel him pulsing under my fingertips. He fumbles to get the condom on and slide it down his shaft, and I feel my insides clench, my body literally dripping with anticipation. Wrapping my arms around Sven’s neck, I feel his hands move to cup the bottom of my thighs and lift me against the wall.

I stick one leg out to press against the other wall for support, as Sven reaches down and pulls my already soaked thong aside.

“Are you ready?” he asks, positioning his cock at my entrance.

“Hell, yes,” I say, trying to move my hips to get him started. I am a little nervous that this is going to hurt, due to his size.

But when he starts to push himself into me, I forget everything at the delicious sensation of my body stretching and adjusting to him. I find myself moaning at the sensation of being filled.

Sven places a hand over my mouth, to silence my noises.

“Shhh,” he says softly, with a twinkle in his eye. “You don’t want to wake up the whole plane.”

I nod as he gently slides back and forth, spreading my wetness around and opening me up more, inch by inch, until I have taken all of him.

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