Cake Love: All Things Payne(67)

"How are we going to make this happen?" I ask while I gaze around the tight space.

Henrik furrows his brow and runs his fingers through his hair.

"I read up on all of this, even small spaces. Basically, I will have to sit on the toilet while you sit on me." He points to the tiny metal toilet bowl next to me.

I frown as I notice there is no lid on the seat.

"Oh gross. Are you sure you want to do this? It's your butt on that seat, not mine."

I look back at him and he already has his jeans and briefs pulled down to his ankles, as he is stroking himself. Okay then, I guess this is a go.

I wore a dark green tennis skirt for the flight due to our plan, so I remove my pink lace panties and am ready for action. I place my undies on the tiny counter before I squeeze by Henrik so he can sit on the toilet. None of this is turning me on, so I have to lick my fingers and rub myself before I settle back on him.

He moans as he fills me. Henrik grabs my hips to help me move up and down on his cock. He moves one of his hands under my tan polo shirt as he massages my breast. I'm starting to get into this as he pinches my nipple.

"Oh Sweetcakes, you feel so f*cking good," he groans into my ear.

The more he moves into me, pinches me, and moans in pleasure, the wetter I become. This isn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. I think we might have to try this again on the way home. I'm smiling at the thought as I hear the toilet flush.

"Did you hit something?" I turn my head back to see his face.

"No."

Flush. A few thrusts. Flush.

"Fuck, it's one of those automatic flush toilets. There is cool air hitting my balls every time it does that." I can’t help but chuckle at our predicament.

"Don't laugh Morgana or we are going to be here a long time. Now focus. I have dreamed about this since I was a teenager."

He digs his fingers into my hips, abandoning my boobs. Pushing me up and down, faster and faster, as random flushes go off.

There is a knock at the door.

"Yes?" I squeak as we stop mid thrust.

"Madam, I am about to serve lunch. I can't seem to locate your husband."

I panic. "Oh, he said he was going to take a stroll."

Henrik groans behind me.

"Where? There is nowhere to go here. I'll look for him in the back. I need to know if you wish to have fish or chicken."

"Both of us, chicken."

"All right."

I hear her walk away and breath a heavy sigh.

"Taking a stroll? This isn't a cruise ship!" Henrik whisper yells at me, as he begins pushing me up and down on him again.

"Henrik, I think it's time to give up on this dream of yours. Or, maybe on the way back from the honeymoon we try again."

"Give me one more second." He sounds like he is holding his breath as he slams me hard onto him.

"I'm coming. Oh f*ck!"

He stills me on top of him and I am thankful it's over. I have no idea why people want to do this.

Henrik grabs some tissues as I clean myself upon standing. He wipes up and gets dressed. I reach for my panties and accidentally knock them off the counter and into the toilet, which then automatically flushes.

"Oh crap! Now what am I going to do?"

Henrik tries not to laugh as I smack him jokingly on the arm. He pulls me in for a hug and kisses the top of my head.

"Well, you could walk around without any undies on in that sexy skirt. I wouldn't mind that at all."

"You and most of the Italian men, when we get off the plane."

I smirk as my words sink in. He grimaces and then takes off his jeans and briefs. Handing me his briefs, he puts back on his pants.

"What do I do with these?"

"Wear them until we can get to the hotel room. We are husband and wife now, we share things."

I frown as I put them on. I wouldn't mind putting on his underwear if they weren't used. Also, they are big and baggy on me, poking out from under my skirt.

Once we make it back to our seat, I take the briefs off and lay them flat on the seat, as a towel. We eventually have the lunch as the stewardess gives us a questioning eye. I remove the metal lid from my dish and see a tiny piece of our wedding cake next to the chicken.

I look up at Henrik who takes the cake and brings the blue frosted confection to my lips. I take a bite and smile at him.

"I love you, Sweetcakes. Thank you for being my wife."



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Chapter 1 - THE Interview ...

Have you ever thought, I can leave, no one will know? I can just go live in the woods, preferably warm like down south, and just spend my days living off the land.

This is what is running through my brain as I sit in an office building in downtown Chicago awaiting my fate. Everything is glass and wood and white and gray. It's a modern architect's wet dream and I'm wet too, but in all the wrong places.

Today I have an interview. Not just any interview for any job, but THE interview for THE job. I will be (fingers crossed!!!) Mr. Henrik Payne's assistant. He is VP of Sales and Marketing at Mimir, the third largest on-line retailer in the world and from what I hear a ball buster or vagina smasher, depending on what you have.