Chapter 61 Changing Room Sex
Iva’s P.O.V.
We’re sitting side by side in the business-class seat of the plane, returning to New York at night. My head rests against Will’s shoulder as I stare at the faint glow of the city lights far below.
My mind drifts back over the last two days, the entire Boston trip feels like a blur of sensations. The club visit, the intense punishment session, the freedom of the bike ride with my arms around his waist, our laughter while shopping, and the way his eyes lit up in the sex toy store.
And then there was our changing room sex. God, the changing room in the fashion boutique, where I went to try on some dresses, and Will joins me in.
I can still feel his hands on me, pinning me against the mirror, my breath fogging the glass as he raised my dress and slid my panties aside. His palm clamped over my mouth, his breath hot against my ear as he whispered, “You’re such a dirty Professor, who likes to be fucked like this sneakily around people.”
It’s been hours since he said it, but the words are still ringing in my head. My thighs press together involuntarily at the memory.
“Are you wet, Professor?” His voice brings me back to the earth.
I lift my head from his shoulder, eyes widening as I look at him. “How do you know?”
He smirks. “Don’t be surprised. I know you very well.” His hand slides down, caressing my bare thighs under the dress. “The way you’re clenching your thighs after every few seconds clearly tells me you want me to fuck you again.”
My cheeks burn crimson. “Yes.”
“See? We’re equally horny for each other.” He takes my hand and places it over the bulge straining against his pants.
I bite my lip.
“Let’s go to the washroom,” he murmurs after leaning close enough for only me to hear. “Because I can’t wait to reach my place.”
“Nice plan.” My eyes sparkle at his words and my lips curl into a smile.
“I really like the way we both remain so horny for each other all the time.” I giggle as he takes my hand in his.
We stand before walking hand in hand down the narrow aisle toward the lavatory, our hearts racing, our bodies already aching for each other again.
Fuck! We both can never get enough of each other.
Will’s P.O.V.
By the time we reach my place, it’s already late at night. We’re both exhausted from the long day.
The second we step inside, I kick off my shoes and peel off my jacket. My body feels heavy, but my mind is still buzzing with everything that happened, Boston, the club, the bike ride, the sex toy shop, the plane… and her. Always her.
I change into a fresh T-shirt and sweatpants before collapsing on the bed. My body sinks into the mattress with a long sigh.
Across the room, Iva is still moving around. She’s slipped off her heels and is in one of my loose shirts now, but instead of coming to bed, she’s picking up clothes, straightening the cushions, and arranging our bags.
God, her habit of keeping everything tidy.
“Iva,” I call softly, my voice already heavy with sleep. “Do that tomorrow. Let’s sleep. We had a long day.”
“It’s messy, Will.” She doesn’t even look at me as she folds another shirt.
I prop myself up on one elbow. “Leave it and come into my arms right now.”
“Just a minute, please.”
“I said right now, Professor.” This time my tone drops into a command, the one she knows she can’t ignore.
She pauses mid-movement, then pouts at me over her shoulder. But she puts everything down, wipes her hands on her thighs, and slowly strolls toward me.
When she finally climbs onto the bed, I pull her straight into my arms. Her head rests on my chest.
“Good girl.” I press my lips to the top of her head.
“And you’re a bad Master,” she says, frowning at me as she tilts her face up.
She looks so damn cute right now.
I chuckle, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “And you’re in love with this bad Master.”
“Yes.” Her eyes become soft. “Because he’s so caring. And his arms feel so peaceful.”
Her arms tighten around me and my smile stretches wider. “Good night, my love.”
“Good night,” she murmurs back.
Within moments, her breathing evens out, her face still pressed to my chest, and she drifts off to sleep.
I tighten my hold around her, my thumb drawing lazy circles on her back. Whenever I watch her sleep like this in my arms, I always express my gratitude to God, for making this woman mine.