Someone You Really Love // A Damon Albarn Romance

38 - Reykjavik

*SEXUAL CONTENT WARNING*

Maryanne's POV

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We are sitting in first class of the jumbo jet 2 hours into our flight from London to Reykjavik. This was a different type of flying high with Dame, and despite my nerves of flying, with both the comfort of holding Dames hand across the seat and now on my second glass of free champagne I was feeling a lot more mellow.

"Wanna become a member of the Mile High Club?" Damon suggested taking a swig of his vodka (I was surprised to learn he had flying nerves too despite flying all over the world), I turned to look at him and he was deadly serious.

"Me? Maryanne Shore become a member of this prestigious club? Neverrr..." I feigned innocence and looked forward sucking in my cheeks and breathing out a laugh.

"Oh go on, it'll be a laugh...it's been ages since we've had time alone to ourselves like this...." Damon says quieter resting his hand on my thigh and stroking up and down now slowly moving towards my inner thigh. "We could squeeze one in if we sneak into the toilet, got an hour left before landing..." he whispered unbuckling his seat belt. "Come on Mare, it'll be fun".

"Ahh fuck it, okay, you go in first and I'll give it a minute before coming in..." I gave in and he gave me the cheekiest smile ever, "that's my girl..see you in a minute" he was most definitely tipsy but that's fine..so was I.

I stepped into toilet 2 minutes after Damon and his trousers were already at his ankles. "Blimey you don't waste time", I giggled pulling him closer for a kiss. "Broken my own record" he responded into the kiss and bit my lower lip. I moaned... "Oh fuck" he moaned pushing me into the sink within the confined space of the aeroplanes toilet. I then turned around holding onto the sink with my face right in front of the mirror. I usually hate small spaces but I can make an exception when it's me and my babe about to get slamming. He then pushed into me just as the seat belt sign came on to indicate air turbulence upcoming.

Then thrusting into me front behind I covered my mouth because the other passengers would so be able to hear us. The plane started to judder a bit and this caused Damon's thrust to be harder into me than anticipated but fucking hell it felt AMAZING! "Yes, keep going," I moaned looking at him in the mirror.

"Jesus, look at us," Damon growled referring to the sight if us in the mirror. "Well get a load of that, welcome your new club member", I winked.

At that moment the plane dropped a little with the rough air and I fell backwards onto Damon and he bumped his head. "Oh shit I'm so sorry Dames," pulling us up as best we could in our semi-tipsy state and not wanting to be thrown off balance by the turbulence once again. Both of us rubbing our foreheads I laughed "Let's get back to our seat, we'll have to continue at the hotel," I pouted jokingly... "sounds good Mare, looks like we'll have to", he answered smacking my bum before allowing me to leave the toilet first.

The air hostess seemed shocked by our appearances and said, "Sir...Ma'am...please return to your seat and fasten your belts, we'll be coming in to land shortly."