She reaches for my zipper and starts to unzip me. But I stop her with my hand. “No, I don’t want our first time to be on an airplane. I want to be able to take more than an hour with you, honey.”
She rears back and looks at me and a smile forms on her face. “Okay. I agree, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t please you.”
She starts pulling my jeans down, and I start stuttering, “No, really, this can wait. You don’t have to do this.”
But she doesn’t stop, not until my shoes, pants and underwear are thrown on the floor and she’s standing between my legs with her hands covering her mouth.
“Oh, my God, Jared.”
I lift up on my elbows, looking between my hard cock that is covered in precum and her surprised face.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” I ask her.
“Is that normal? I’ve never seen one before,” she asks.
I smirk. “You mean normal size?”
She merely nods her head, not taking her eyes off it.
“Maybe a little bigger than normal,” I admit to her. “But when the time comes, it will fit.”
She looks at me unsure, but then drops slowly to her knees, staring at it.
Krissy
I gather in close to him, feeling his warmth surround me. His penis is thick and long. It’s veiny and almost purple looking, with cum leaking from its tip.
I lean in close to him, my hands on his thighs, and touch my tongue to his tip. He gasps and shocked, I look up into his wide eyes. “Honey, I’m not going to last long. I’m sorry.”
His face is pinched in either embarrassment or trying to control himself. Maybe a little bit of both.
“That’s probably good, because I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit to him.
He takes a deep breath. “You can’t do anything wrong. Not with me. And if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.” He pulls a stray hair away from my face.
The look he’s giving me makes me want to please him. “I want to,” I whisper to him before touching him again.
I swirl my tongue across his tip, tasting his hot primal seed. I stroke him from root to tip and just by paying attention to his sounds, I can tell what he likes.
So when he moans, I do the same thing again, harder and with more pressure. When I have him as far down my throat as I can get him, I back off to the tip and then swallow him again. With each up and down, I tighten my grip on him, sucking him deeper and deeper until I can feel him hitting the back of my throat. His hands grip my forearms, and with his cock still in my mouth, I look up at him. One clash of our glance has his orgasm speeding out of control and he’s pumping his hips against my face. I don’t take my eyes off him, I can’t. He’s handsome, but when he’s losing control, when I’m the one that’s causing him to lose control and his face is pinched in desire all because of me, well, an electric charge fills my body and I don’t stop pleasuring him until he’s come deep into my throat and I’m swallowing his seed down.
I roll off of him and lie on my back next to him.
“Honey, after the wedding, I’m taking you to the room and I’m making good on my promise.”
I take a deep breath, trying to stop my ragged breathing. “What promise is that?”
“The promise I made myself that if I ever had you, I would make it so good for you that you would want me in your life forever.”
I blink back the tears after hearing what he just said, I know these feelings I have for him are something special. This doesn’t happen just every day or with just anyone. “I’m pretty sure I already want that, Jared.”
Chapter7
Jared
Once we’re off the plane, everything happens in fast motion. We go to the wedding and while everyone is watching the bride and groom, I’m watching Krissy. She moves around us all taking everyone’s pictures. She’s even more beautiful today. Her confidence is off the charts and after the ceremony when she comes up next to me and slides her hand in mine, well, I know then, that I have to hold her. The brief time we had on the plane wasn’t enough.
We all go out to dinner together, even though I did everything I could to get out of it. Finally, my brothers’ guilting me had me showing up. Krissy shakes her head at me, knowing exactly why I want to skip out on this meal. She pats me on the chest and then whispers to me, “It’s okay, stud. We have the rest of our lives. Enjoy your family.”