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Sinful

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Homewrecker Series. Part 3

Love is blind they say. But I think nothing blinds a person more than Lust. It drives you towards an abyss so dark that you forget it is slowly consuming you. There is a reason it is part of the seven deadly sins.

The next morning when Erika joined us for breakfast everything seemed to go back to normal. We all spoke about our week and that’s when she told us about her grand week long escape she planned for us. Apparently she figured out a nanny for the little one and wanted us all to spend time together and just relax.

All my brain could process was how I will be getting my own time with Mr Kline. “Oh well, this is going to be fun indeed” I tell Erika, agreeing to the trip. Next thing you know, we are headed to the airport.

Mr. Kline was late as usual but just when we were about to board the flight he joined in and holy mother god did he look good. Clad in dark denims and a T paired with a rugged leather jacket. I am not the one to fall for clichés but, this man can wear a rag and I would still drool all over him. “Sorry Erika your mum couldn’t make it to the trip, she will catch you up later” he lets his daughter know.

Somehow the stars aligned and his wife not being with us, along with Erika getting  her seat three rows ahead of us was like getting a big juicy cherry on top of an ice cream sundae. I was just settling around  my seat when I feel a tight grip around my waist. By the heavy musk I now clearly recognize as him, I knew who it was.

Before I could turn around, he whispered lowly while tugging some hair behind my ear “I hope you are ready to finish what you started last night” . While his other hand traced a straight line from my neck to my hips ever so lightly.  This man knew exactly what his touch did to me. And now I am glad that this is a seven hour flight .  He went back to keep his cabin bag and shuffled back to his seat which was next to mine! Just sitting at that proximity to him and not being able to do anything or at least be on top of him was getting on my nerves. I needed a release and I needed it now.

I looked around and I spot the most buff flight attendant I have seen in my life. He was good-looking, around my age but nothing compared to the greek god sitting next to me. But, good enough to help me calm down , plus points to him for already checking me out. I make my way towards him asking for a drink refill. I take this time to observe his tall stature . This is going to be fun, I always wanted to join the mile high club anyway.We get to chatting and I point towards a vacant cabin, Before we could make our way towards it I felt like I hit a wall. Why did something need to happen every time I am close to getting what I want. I look up completely frustrated to see who it was. My anger fades away in a second looking up at a very on-the-edge Mr. Kline. “What do you think you are doing” he asks while grabbing my arm , I could see that my meal to be flight attendant had scurried away in fear to be caught by this evil god in front of me.

I reply back in defiance “Exactly what you thought I was going to do, and now if you’ll excuse me I need to find someone else”. I knew I was defying him by back answering, but jeez I need a break.

He ignored my protests  and shoved me inside the cabin I was headed to and locks the door behind him .While maintaining his death grip on me he just stares through my soul. One thing about this man is that he is sinfully attractive. I huffed with frustration until he finally spoke. “You know what you do to me, and still you were ready to fuck a stranger in front of me, how desperate are you” .

Ha! No one talks to me like that, Tanya is everything a girl can be, but desperate? That she is not. She went to yank her arm off his grip but failed terribly. There was frustration, anger and jealousy in the air but one feeling dominated them all. The feeling of pure …need . I inch a bit closer standing on my toes “Oh, so I can’t be in here with another man, but it is okay if it is with you? Jealous much ?” I could feel his breath fan on my lips. His chest slowly heaving struggling to compose his temper and get a reply out. I lightly brush my lips on his and that is all he needed to lose his control .

I could taste the whisky he had before, , It felt ten times more intoxicating to feel his arms around me and having him devour me like his first meal in ages. He picked me and I instinctively wrap my legs around him to balance. He placed me on the little counter. His hair was no longer sleeked back, his cheeks had a little pink hue on them now and it was mesmerizing to know I drive him just as crazy as he does to me. He trailed his hands up my thighs and the cold contrast of his wedding ring against my skin made his kisses feel much more sinfully addictive.  Turn around that’s all he says finally looking at me. I am not usually into taking instructions, but right now I would do anything for this man.

Have you ever been with someone where it feels like their slightest touch ignites a fire within you, a fire that slowly consumes you, a fire where you are willingly wanting to burn down to ashes. This man behind me was in control , and every fibre in me had submitted to his each command. He trailed every inch of my body as if slowly tracing his fingers through an intricate art piece. Feeling every curve and kissing each imperfection. Stopping at all the right points and pausing just enough to build up the desire to go deeper. All I could hear was our heavy breathing. I was holding on to the edge so tight that my knuckles were starting to turn white. I look in front of me through the foggy mirror to see that he has his eyes closed and his eyebrows tightly knitted as if he is in deep concentration. I look back at my reflection to see my hair completely messed up, my mascara all smudged and lipstick smeared. I look like a mess. But a mess in ecstasy. He flips me around and crashes his lips on mine. We stay like that for some time coming down from our high.

When we finally part, he rubs his nose slightly against my cheeks and all the walls I held up high came crashing down. As if sensing my confusion he lifts up my chin and whispers “ hope you can walk straight once we land”.

And this time all I could think was … well played.   

Penned by: DesiG

Header Art by: Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash

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