As soon as I put the slightest pressure on my buds, pleasure shot through me so intense, I gasped. He took the opening, gripped my hair back out of my face so he could watch, and shoved in hard. Unlike last time when he stayed, he jerked back out and pushed back in again. He used me like he promised, uncaring of my gag reflex. He didn’t wait for my throat to relax, he pushed past it, fucking deep into my throat like he did my pussy.
I rolled my nipples and squirmed side to side; the slightest friction between my thighs almost too much. His thrusts got erratic, and his other hand joined the first, gripping either side of my head, forcing me down when he pushed forward. His moans filled the plane, and I pulled hard on my nipples, afraid that if I didn’t hold tight, I’d drop my hand between my thighs and finger myself.
“Fuck, Verana. I’m gonna come. Yes.”
He pushed all the way back, his cum shooting straight down my throat to where I barely tasted a thing. But then he pulled back, sending his next spurt of cum all over my tongue. He pulled back again when the final drops of his orgasm merely painted my lips. I tried to lick it all up, but it dripped down my chin.
He panted above me but quickly dropped back in his seat, hunching over to push me back on my heels and kicking my legs wide. His fingers swiped at the cum from my chin before shoving me back to rest on my hands. The position pulled at my hips, but the most discomfort was how it took away my ability to rub my thighs together. I pulsed with need, and my legs were spread wide, my skirt riding up. He shoved it the rest of the way up and pushed his cum-covered fingers under my panties and rubbed hard circles over my clit.
I cried out, my arms almost giving out. My eyes squeezed shut, and I gritted my teeth, the direct contact almost too much for my swollen bud.
I tried to lift my hips against his hand, but I had nowhere to move. Finally, I peeled my eyes open to find his glued to my face, panting just as hard as me. His arm moved furiously. “Nico. I can’t.”
“You can.”
“It’s too big. Fuck. Please.”
“Nothing’s bigger than me. Now come.”
He pinched my clit between his middle finger and thumb, tapping it with his pointer finger, and I exploded.
I was surprised no one came running at the cries I let out. I sounded like I was dying, screaming like I never had before. My whole body vibrated, the prolonged torture too much to take. More tears leaked free, and I screamed until my voice broke. The orgasm moved to another and another, one tiny orgasm after the next until Nico finally took mercy on me and slowed his fingers, letting me come back from the suspended explosion. When he finally sat back, I was crying, unable to catch my breath. He pulled me onto his lap and held me close, letting me cry out whatever he set free.
I didn’t even know what had me crying, but the emotions drowned me, and all I wanted to do was confess my love and climb inside him forever.
“You did amazing. So perfectly beautiful. I can’t wait to get you home and make love to you on every surface we can. We can mark it as our own—make it our home.”
My body wanted to react to the way he said “make-love” instead of fucking, but I was too exhausted to think, let alone move my mouth and ask him. I tucked it away for later and curled tighter.
And that’s how we spent the rest of the flight. Me in his lap as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. At one point, he shifted me astride his lap, slipping inside and moving my hips slowly, not taking his eyes from mine once. When we finished, he slipped free and continued to hold me close, not bothering to wipe away the cum slipping down my thighs.
I didn’t bother to wipe it away even when we deboarded and climbed inside the back of the car.
While I relaxed the closer we got to home, Nico’s nervous bounce and nail-biting came roaring back.
“How about we order in and open the red you liked so much? The one we got in Sicily,” he suggested.
“Okay. That sounds nice.”
While I smiled, Nico nodded, his smile there, but forced.
“After we unpack, we can eat, and then…then maybe we can talk. I-I have something I want to tell you.”
The hesitant, stuttering words gave me pause. The way he sounded like he was choking them out sent off alarm bells. But I didn’t want alarm bells. I wanted my husband. I wanted to start our future together. Maybe tonight was the night.