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Jemma’s pussy was hot and wet around his fingers and the way she was stroking his cock made him wish even more that he was inside her.

“Tell me the hotel is close to the airport?” he begged, letting out a small groan as her thumb pressed and rubbed against the head of his dick.

They weren’t being subtle at all, but no one was paying attention. Or if they were, they at least weren’t doing anything to stop them.

“Good,” Jemma said with a smirk. “Someone needed to.”

Because a man that gorgeous, kind and intelligent definitely needed to be corrupted. He’d seemed a bit like the sort that needed to live a little. She was just glad he was taking to it so well.

She bit her lip and looked into his eyes as he rubbed her clit with his thumb and pumped his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. 

He’d given Jemma the window seat so that he could get up to no good with her and not be completely obvious.

“Blanket?” he asked, offering her one with a wink. “I don’t want you to catch a chill in the air con.”

He laid it over her lap for her, pulling her skirt up as he did.

“What a pretty little pussy,” he whispered as he caught a peek. “I can’t wait to pet it.”

Catching her eye, he shared a grin with her, then gave her a kiss.

“Too bad it’s not an overnight flight,” he said half-jokingly. “You could probably sit on my lap with all of the room in these chairs.”

Maybe if he saved up for a while, they could do an international flight? Hours and hours of time teasing each other and getting each other off?

Jemma smirked at his teasing but wanted to wait for the drink service before anything got heated. Thankfully, they had bottles of water before they were even in the air. 

They were still on the runway, everyone tucked away and trying to ignore their fears, but Jemma wasn’t afraid. She could hardly wait as Fitz leaned in to kiss her. She gasped into his mouth when she felt his hand sneak under her blanket and his fingers trail up her inner thigh. 

She did the same, finding the outline of his hard cock along the fly of his trousers. She hummed as his fingers teased and hers squeezed the very pleasant shape just below his zipper.

He gave her clit a rub and she shuddered, already feeling empty and wanting. He pushed two fingers into her and—fucking hell—they felt brilliant.

“You,” she whispered playfully, “are a very naughty man.”

“I can’t wait til I can do that to your clit,” he whispered back. “I want you to sit on my face and ride my tongue.”

He kissed her nice and deep again, but they were interrupted by their drinks and food. Smiling and unashamed, he asked their server for their bill so they could pay now and leave when their flight was called.

Once they were alone again, he nuzzled Jemma’s neck and asked, “Did you get off in there? You weren’t gone long. You must have a hair trigger. Like all naughty girls do.”

Jemma grinned and said, “I will definitely take you up on that when we get to the hotel,” then she laughed. “Or should I say ‘take you down’ on that?”

Smirking as he whispered in her ear, she took a sip of her wine and said, “It depends somewhat but I think you’ve got an easy job of it when we get to the room.” She gave his thigh a squeeze and added, “Or before.”

She was atingle with anticipation as it was and she thought it was very likely that if he tried to get her off on the plane, he’d have no trouble at all.

She was a very naughty girl, after all.

Jemma had spent the day flashing him and the entire evening having rather inventive and somewhat kinky sex with him. And now he had an ass fucking to look forward to tomorrow. Two, if what she’d indicated about her own preferences led where he thought it might lead.

If he hadn’t already had more orgasms in the last few hours than he usually had in a day, he might have wanked off. As it was, he wanted to save it up so he could fuck her even more when they woke up.

That didn’t stop him from thinking about it, though.

He tried his own finger a few times, but he’d never had anyone else in there. It had felt good. Really good. He wondered how good it would feel with Jemma doing it.

Would she use one finger? Two? Three? What if she had toys? Would she suck his cock at the same time? Sit on his face? Spank him and tell him what a bad boy he was for letting her do that to him?

In surprise, he looked down to see his cock hard again. He looked over at where Jemma was curled up beside him, gorgeous and naked and asleep.

Willing himself to ignore his erection, he wrapped himself around her. Morning would come, and so would he.

Jemma woke to the feeling of a very hard cock pressed along the crack of her ass. She pulled Fitz’s hand up from her belly to her tit and then wiggled her ass against him. 

She chuckled and looked back at him over her shoulder. “I suppose I don’t need to say ‘rise and shine’. It seems you’ve risen.”

She hoped he hadn’t been awake long. She’d tell him later that he could just wake her up. It wasn’t as if she’d mind, after all.

Turning to face him, she said, “Good morning, boyfriend,” in a playful tone. “Why don’t you roll over onto your back so I can give you a proper good morning?”

Once he was over, cock pulsing hot and hard on his belly, she threw a leg over him and guided him into herself with a groan of pleasure from both of them. It felt just as good as the previous day as he stretched her pussy open and filled her up. The heat of it radiated within her in a way that was both erotic and strangely comforting.

Jemma’s thigh was soft and silky under his fingertips. He explored it with light touches up and down from her knee to her skirt’s hem.

She was kissing him more passionately now, and he was glad he had his messenger bag to sling in front of him as they boarded the plane.

He moved his lips down to kiss Jemma’s throat as he let his fingers wander up under her skirt. When he reached her knickers, he cursed softly. They were soaking wet.

“Mmmm naughty girl,” he whispered in her ear. His fingers traced a light path up and down her slit. He could feel the heat radiating off her, even through her panties. “Why don’t you go to the bathroom and take those off?”

He gave her another kiss before meeting her eyes. He wanted to let her know that it was alright if she didn’t want to go that far.

Jemma smirked when Fitz called her naughty as he felt how wet she was already. Waiting was killing her now but she also loved it.

When he suggested that she take off her knickers, her smirk only grew. He pulled back to look at her and she cocked a brow at him.

“Who’s naughty?” she said in a stern tone. Then she slid out of the booth, slinging her purse onto her shoulder as she gave him a wink and headed for the loo.

Once she was locked in a stall, she couldn’t help giving her clit a rub once her knickers were pulled down her thighs. She whimpered softly as she rubbed herself straight to a small orgasm. Just the thought of traipsing around without her knickers on was enough to nearly get her there.

She put her knickers into her oversized shoulder bag and washed her hands. Then, on second thought, she looked around the empty bathroom and put a hand back up her skirt, dipping a finger into her pussy. She dried it off with a towel lightly and then went back out to sit with Fitz in the booth.

“Mission accomplished,” she said with a broad grin. Then she leaned in and placed her finger against his lips as she licked her own suggestively. 

“Are you-” He began nervously. “Are you sure you want to- Oh god!”

She pulled him free of his boxers, and there wasn’t any question at all about whether he was sure. He blushed to the tips of his ears as Jemma stroked his very hard cock. It was leaking precum already.

“Careful,” he chuckled. “I might go off unexpe- fuck me sideways!”

His head fell back and his eyes rolled up into his skull as Jemma leaned down and sucked the head of his dick into her mouth. His hands flailed, looking for purchase, and they eventually combed their way down to hair to settle on her shoulders. His hips pumped up into her mouth as she descended and in less than a minute, he was there.

“Jemma!” he choked out. “I’m-!”

Jemma licked her lips and then smiled up at Fitz after she’d finished lovingly cleaning up and tucking away his softening cock.

“See,” she said, sliding her hands up and down his thighs. “Easy solutions. Now we can have a bit to eat—well, more for me,” she grinned, “and you can relax and enjoy yourself.”