Free Committed: An Erotic Valentine's Tale by Unknown Page A

flowery coconut scent she always wore, teased him. He'd be lucky if he made it back to the car without putting her against a wall. In fact... Halfway between baggage claim and the walkway to the parking garage, he detoured and pulled her into a unisex bathroom, locking the door behind them.
    "Matt?"
    "Changed my mind. Again. Bad damn habit I seem to be developing. Not waiting though. Get your jeans off," he said, unbuttoning his own and pulling his cock out. He advanced and backed her up to the counter and as soon as she got her jeans down, he was helping her onto the edge.
    "It's wet, Matt."
    "So's your pussy, darlin'." He pushed inside her and the only thought in his mind was that he was going to fuck her forever. He'd never possessed anything or anyone before, but this woman... It was one thing to know he possessed her, but quite another to actually feel it in the way she surrendered, to believe it.
    "Mmmm."
    She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. They locked lips and locked eyes and his hips pounded against hers.
    A knock on the door brought their heads up.
    Matt grunted but didn't slow his thrusting "Be out in a minute."
    "Maybe we should..." she started to whisper.
    "Maybe we shouldn't." Matt fisted her hair and brought her lips to his again in a hard kiss. His other hand slid under her and gripped her ass, holding her steady as he pistoned in and out of her sweet, hot sex.
    "C'mon, hurry up," the man said from outside the door, banging on it.
    Matt kept kissing her, kept fucking her until one, two, three and he was coming. He moaned into her mouth and came up for air as he pulled out of her. Looking down between their bodies then back up to her eyes, he grinned. "You got me all messy."
    Grace grinned back at him. "Yes, yes I did and you left me wanting."
    "I'll make it up to you."
    "You better." There was no heat in her voice though. She knew he was good for it.
    The banging on the door resumed. "I'm gonna call security, man!"
    "Why doesn't he just use the men's room?" Matt laughed and helped Grace to the floor.
    On wobbly legs, he righted his clothes and helped her with hers. He gathered her bag which had ended up on the floor in their haste. They were once again hand in hand as they left the bathroom Coming face to face with Mr. Impatient, Matt grinned. "It's all yours. And, you might want to watch out, there's a wet spot on the counter."
    Beside him, Grace hooted in laughter and squeezed his fingers. Not for the first time, something about that small gesture, that small connection touched him in a way words couldn't describe.
    Outside the airport, Matt ushered her to the company car waiting for them. "Shit, it's cold," she muttered through chattering teeth, shivering beside him.
    Matt reached under his seat and opened a hidden compartment. "Hold on a sec." When he sat up, he had a blanket for her. She snatched it with shaking hands and draped it over her legs.
    "You got me all wet and then it's so damn cold..."
    He pulled her close, hopefully adding another layer of warmth."Thank you for coming to me," he whispered into her hair.
    She snuggled against his chest and fit her head under his chin. "I have never been able to deny you anything, Matt. How could I start now? Especially, when you give me such delicious treats as public restroom fucks."
    "Mmmm. I know." And he did. Whatever he asked, she gave. Whatever he wanted, she did her best to make happen.
    "But since you brought it up, why am I here?"
    "For delicious treats such as public restroom fucks."
    Grace poked him in the ribs. "We could have done that when you got back home. What's the real reason?"
    The truth. "I don't know yet," he said.
    "Then I'll wait until you do know."
    The rest of the ride to his hotel was made in silence. Grace relaxed in his arms, his cock was hard in his pants, and his heart kept skipping beats left and right. He couldn't seem to figure out what to do next, what to say. He was an emotional mess and no one