The Believer. (Book 2.)

Here we are. Two lonely people.

After around 18 hours in the air I could see Zak fidgeting in his seat. I look down at his hands and see he is adjusting his trousers.

"Are you ok?" I ask. Zak shakes his head.

"What's wrong?" I ask. Zak takes my hand.

"I have to show you something." He says with concern. He then stands me up and takes me over to the bathroom. Almost throwing me in. He then looks around to see everyone sleeping and closes the door behind him.

"What's the matter Zak?" I ask with concern, looking over him to see what's wrong. He then immediately drops his trousers. Causing me to move backwards in shock. "Babe!" I shout with a whisper.

"For the past two hours, all I've wanted to do is make love to you. The thought of my throbbing hard cock inside you, oh god!..." he grabs hold of my waist and pulls me closer. He then explains something to me. "...I tried dealing with myself twice in here and Jesus, all I can think about is you, being inside you. Is my Queen going to for fill her kings wishes?" He asks, holding me close.

"I don't know. I think my king has been extremely disobedient in dealing with himself 'twice' without my permission. What shall I do about that?" I ask, grabbing him in my hand.

"Baby you can do what the fuck you want to me." I then take his shoulders and pin him to the door.

"You are going to stay there, you are going to hold on to the top of the door, and you are not going to move your hands. You got that?" Zak bites his lips and nods his head. "Good boy." I then lift up his t-shirt so he is now completely naked in front of me. I slide my hands around his handles. Causing him to hitch and take a deep breath. "Don't move." I warn. I place a kiss on his lips. His lips linger on me but he is soon disappointed as I leave his lips.
I smirk at him. I place another kiss in the centre of his chest. And he begins to shake his leg. "Zak!"

"I'm sorry." I move lower still and place a kiss in the center of his stomach. "Ah!" He moans.

"Shhh!" I tease, as I'm now on my knees. "So what's the difference between 1st class and coach?" I ask.

"The seats are..." I then wrap my mouth around him. "...Ah my god." I bob my head up and down his shaft, taking all of him into my mouth. His hand then drops into my hair and I stand up.

"You moved your hand!" I pant. Zak breathing heavily.

"I'm sorry! I can't do this. Get here now!" He grabs me and bends me over the basin in the toilet. He then lowers my trousers and adjusts himself at my entrance. He then thrusts himself inside me, causing me to moan, pretty loudly. Zak then throws his hand around my mouth. "Shhh, keep quiet baby." He giggles at his accomplishment and predicament he is currently in. He continues to pound my hips into the cold metal of the plane and I can feel my orgasm arising.

"I'm coming! Zak I'm coming!" I pant.

"Yes! That's it! Good girl! I feel you! My girl!" The more he moans the faster my climax creeps. The faster it creeps the closer Zak becomes. Until...
He explodes his cum inside me like icing covering it's cake (I'm sorry I'm hungry for cake) his grip tightening around my waist and his body balls deep inside my now sticky white pussy. Zak then does the unthinkable. He, still having me bent over the basin, kisses my ass cheek.

"Zak? What are you doing?" I ask.

"Just relax." He whispers. He then slides his finger over my now throbbing folds. And then over toward my clit. "Ah! Zak?" He then crouches down and lavishes my pussy with his tongue. Sucking at my sex and at his liquid mixing with mine.

He then sits up, licks his lips while smiling at me, pulling up his trousers. He then slides on his T-shirt and exits the toilet leaving me crippled and weak at the knees squirming at my wetness.

Around 10 minutes after, there came a knock on the toilet door, one of the passengers had woke up and now wants to use the bathroom.

"Just a moment!" I call. I flush the toilet and wash my hands. Opening the door to see a man with a smile on his face. I step out and smile awkwardly at him. 

"Good evening." Came a British accent.

"Good evening Sir." I smile.  I then take my seat next to Zak who has gone back to sleep. I on the other hand couldn't. Sleep was now off the agenda.

More hours pass now and the pilot asked for seatbelts as the plane began its descent, as the plane was descending there is some slight turbulence, and Zak's hand lunges for mine. I laugh slightly and hold his hand in mine as he grabs it tighter and tighter the more the plane shook.

Eventually, we landed in a city just outside of Romania Zak and I look at one another with a smile on both of our faces.
Here we are...

Romania!

A/N : again I am so sorry for almost abandoning this story I haven't had the time to write anything these past few weeks. I'm still in a hostel with my son and he hasn't been well but I will try to update more. But please don't be mad if I don't for a while! Much love
CJ x