“We’re taking a private jet,” I tell her.
She gasps, “You have a private jet?”
“Well, it’s not mine, but I’m able to use it any time I want. It’s one of the perks of working with one of my clients,” I tell her.
Honestly, I should have offered to take the whole family with me. But I stopped myself. I want as much time alone with Krissy as I can get. I’m not good with people anyway, but I’m really not good with sharing her.
We walk down the tarmac and a man meets us and takes the luggage, and a woman escorts us on to the plane. I have my hand at the small of Krissy’s back as if I’m helping her, but really I just need to touch her.
When we get inside, she’s amazed by it all. She walks up and down the aisle, all the way to the back of the plane where there is a small bedroom and bathroom, and comes back out with her mouth hanging open. “Oh my God, Jared, there’s a bedroom back here. And a bathroom that is probably as big as my bedroom and living room combined.”
I laugh at her words, but secretly it bothers me. Krissy deserves the best and I want her to have that.
The announcement comes on, asking us to prepare for takeoff. We sit down and I help her with her seatbelt.
She’s subdued again and I don’t try to talk to her until we are up in the air.
“Did I upset you last night, Krissy?”
Her hands are in her lap, wrapped around each other.
“No. You didn’t upset me at all.” She smiles at me and I turn in the seat next to her.
“Are you sure? I didn’t want to pressure you or anything,” I ask again. I don’t ever want to make her uncomfortable.
“I wasn’t. I’m not. I mean… well, I liked it when you kissed me. Is that what you’re asking about?” she stutters.
I try to hide the shock on my face. I nod my head at her.
There’s a ding and the little light goes off, letting us know that we can remove our seatbelts.
She releases hers and stands up in front of me, holding her hand out to me. “Jared, will you come with me?”
I look between her flushed face and her outstretched hand. I undo my seatbelt and put my hand in hers. She leads me to the back of the plane, into the bedroom, and then shuts the door behind us.
“Krissy?” I ask her hesitantly. I don’t want her to think she has to do this.
“Wait, Jared.” She holds her hand up to stop me. “Let me get this out. I have to. I’ve liked you since high school. And I’ve thought about you a lot these last four years since then. I don’t want to go back to my life like it was. I want to experience this with you.”
I kiss her, because I have to. I devour her mouth with mine. When I feel like I can’t get close enough to her, even with our mouths and bodies meshed together, I pick her up by her hips and her legs lock around me. I carry her to the bed and lay her back gently. Standing over her, I can’t believe how beautiful she is. I am still caught up by her perfection.
I undo the button on her jeans and strip them down her legs. She takes off her blue sweater and throws it across the room. She’s lying before me in a pair of skimpy black panties and a lacy black bra.
I slide my fingers into the side of her panties and draw them slowly down her legs. Her thighs close back together after I get a brief glimpse of her pussy. Her bra luckily snaps in the front and I start to undo it, clumsily, until she takes pity on me and removes it on her own. When she’s completely bare beneath me, I put my hands on her knees and slide her legs apart.
Her damp curls at her apex part, and her swollen, wet slit is tantalizing me. I inhale deeply, almost like I can imagine what she smells like just by looking at her.
I slide up on the bed between her thighs and when she sees where I’m going she tries to stop me. “You don’t have to do that.”
“Honey, my God, I want to. I want to taste you more than I want to breathe right now,” I grunt, forcing her legs farther apart and settling between them. I nibble down her inner thigh, trying to recall all the research I’ve done on this. I always dreamed about this, but never really thought it would happen. But just in case, I wanted to make sure I knew what I was doing. When I reach her bare center, I tentatively swipe my tongue across her drenched, swollen slit. Her taste hits my tongue and it’s like instinct takes over. I dive into her, caressing every part of her with my hands, my mouth, my tongue. I can’t get enough of her. I slide my hands under her ass and raise her up until I’m eating her pussy, suckling all her fresh juices that are coating my tongue. I slide my tongue to her swollen clit and stroke her there.
Her hand goes to the back of my head, gripping my hair roughly and then holding me to her while she lifts her hips up and down. She’s moaning, saying my name over and over, begging me not to stop. As if I could.
When her body tightens underneath me and her legs lock around my neck, I still don’t stop until she’s screaming her release, and screaming MY name. If I wasn’t trying to concentrate on not coming in my jeans, I would be bowing my chest out like a proud peacock. I just made her come.
I lean up a little and lay my head down on her belly. We’re both breathing hard, trying to catch our breath.
She wiggles out from underneath me and rolls me on my back. Her breasts move and shake with every movement, making my mouth water. I lean up and nip her pointy peak between my lips, but she pulls back from me. “Oh no, mister. Your turn.”