"If your grandmother could see us now, she'd go crazy," Serkan says with a satisfied smile.
"I don't want to talk about her. Let's talk about something nicer," Eda says in that flirty voice reserved for her lover...for Serkan.
"Like what?" His gaze moves adoringly over her face.
"Liiiike..." she casts her eyes down demurely, "what will we do in Paris?"
Serkan grins, his dimples coming out for her. He's just so damn happy to have her back. "Well, first," he says out loud before leaning to whisper in her ear, "when we land, we'll go straight to the hotel."
Eda smiles a slow smile.
He continues, his warm breath fanning her ear, sending chills through her body. "As soon as I close the door, I'll kiss you while I peel this dress off of you, and those fishnets you're trying to kill me with, and I'll kiss every centimeter of your body. Then I'll make love to you at least four times before I let you out of bed."
She can feel the heat in her cheeks now. She smiles bigger and peeks up at him, and he's so handsome he makes her breath catch in her throat. "Başka?"
Serkan chuckles.
"Başka, başka?" She can't stop smiling. She's never been happier, and it makes her giddy because she knows this is just the beginning. She knows Serkan will make her happy for the rest of her life and she's so excited.
"After that," he leans in to whisper again, his low voice making her tingle all over. "I'll pick you up and you'll wrap your gorgeous long legs around me. We'll get in the shower together to get clean before we get dirty all over again. I'll turn you around and take you from behind...fuck you until you scream my name."
Eda blushes furiously and giggles, her body reacting to Serkan's words. She loves it when he talks dirty to her. "Serkan." She's breathless. Desire courses through her veins, and she hears her own heartbeat thrumming in her ears. She skims her nose across his jaw to his neck and inhales. His scent is an aphrodisiac for her, intensifying the insistent pulsing between her legs. She has to touch him--her hand goes between his legs to stroke him through his pants. He groans and closes his eyes. "Maybe we can get a headstart," she says, sucking his earlobe into her mouth. "What do you think?"
Serkan groans; he just wants to push her up against the wall and bury himself deep inside her, push his tongue into her sweet mouth, fill his hands with her perfect breasts, hear her moan for him. He wants her so badly it hurts, but the flight attendant is just on the other side of the curtain, and Eda isn't quiet. "Eda, the flight attendant..."
She traces the curve of his ear with her tongue then lets go of him and stands up. She takes hold of his hand and pulls him up, her mouth meeting his in a wet, all-consuming kiss. One of his hands settles on her hip, and the other cradles her head. "I have to have you now," she says into his mouth, gasping for air before she takes his mouth again.
She walks backwards, grabbing onto his tie and pulling him with her, her mouth never leaving his. They stumble together through the cabin of the airplane, and Serkan realizes where they're going.
He pulls his head back and looks at her in disbelief. "Are you sure?" He wants her, but he won't risk her having a panic attack.
Her lips moving down to his neck, she nods. "I'm sure," she says against his neck, her hand sliding down his front to squeeze his hardness.
He hisses in a mix of pleasure and pain. "It's a very small space, Eda." He strokes her hair. He's so hard he feels like he's got no blood left anywhere in his body--it's all in his dick.
