Page 24 of You Can't Ruin Christmas

The pleasure is already overwhelming, and he hasn’t even really begun yet. I feel so full that every tiny motion he makes sends waves of sensation throughout me.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, gently rocking his hips forward. I feel like I am filled up all the way to my bellybutton, but still, I want more. His body seems to be shuddering with the effort to hold back so that he doesn’t hurt me.

“Yes—yes. Please,” I mumble, feeling almost incoherent due to the pleasure. I squeeze his shoulders as I whisper, “Please, Sven, fuck me.”

I don’t have to tell him twice, as he pulls his length out almost completely before driving himself back into me. I cry out and he groans as his fingers dig into my ass, lifting me and holding me steady so he can drive himself into me. My gasps are growing louder, and he presses his lips against mine to shut me up as he thrusts deeper, slamming his cock into my body all the way to the hilt as he pins me against the wall.

It feels like heaven. I am unable to think, and my mind is floating off somewhere in the sky—not just because we are thirty thousand feet above the ground. I feel deliciously detached from the planet altogether, like I am somehow soaring through outer space.

It’s really, really great sex.

My head rolls back as my breathing quickens into short gasps. I can feel the waves of pleasure beginning to start, and I find myself pressing my feet against the sink and wall to improve the angle of my hips, to get more contact with his body.

I moan when the base of his cock begins perfectly slamming against my clitoris, and this combined with the sensation of being so completely filled nearly sends me over the edge.

“Can I go harder?” he asks softly, without stopping.

I nod, and he clamps one hand over my mouth in preparation. His eyes are piercing into mine, filled with emotion. My insides tremble with excitement for whatever “harder” means. I can feel the muscles in his legs and abdomen tense up as he increases the pace.

This time, he doesn’t hold back at all, and he fucks me so hard I feel like the wall might break behind me. The screams build in my throat, muffled by his hand as he hammers his cock into me with full force, until my orgasm is creeping up on me without warning. My whole body has grown limp and weak with the waves of pleasure, and I just cling to Sven for dear life as my body begins to shudder.

He can feel that I am close, and he kisses my neck as he delivers the last few thrusts that send me over the edge, and into oblivion. I scream against his hand, feeling my inner muscles tighten around him almost painfully, my pussy squeezing his cock like I am trying to juice an orange. I gasp as wave after wave of pleasure rocks me.

Sven groans as I orgasm around him, and his own body shudders with the sensation. While I ride out the waves of my orgasm, there is some turbulence in the plane at that exact moment, and I’m not even sure if it’s real or just in my head. My whole body is already shaking, and it’s hard to differentiate what is due to the plane, and what is due to pleasure. But thankfully, Sven holds onto me, or I would surely be unable to stand and collapse on the floor like a pile of melted caramel.

He somehow has enough strength and balance to continue a few final thrusts that take him to his own climax, and he tries to suppress his groans as he explodes inside me.

I swear that I can feel the heat of his come through the condom, and it is so erotic and intimate that I sigh happily against his neck. I can’t really do anything other than cling to his shoulders, and he holds me, panting against my shoulder as we both regain our strength. I feel utterly spent, and like my limbs are made of taffy.

“You were right,” he tells me hoarsely. “That was a really good idea.”

“Mmm,” I respond. “We’re going to have to do it again.”

“And again,” he agrees. “What’s your schedule like, tomorrow, the next day, and every single day after that?”

“I’ll have to check my calendar,” I tell him. “But I’m pretty sure I can fit you in.”

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