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Did I have to refer to her as my wife? No.
Did I have fun matching her with my last name? Yes.
And would I do it again? Absolutely.
We were finally taking the vacation we deserved. The past four to five months we’ve been together haven’t been easy, but here we are, and it feels like a whole year.
She got everything worked out, and we were headed south to the Sorrento Coast. She said we had three full days of activities, but really all I could think about was the memories we’d make and the smiles she’d have plastered on her face.
I couldn’t help but giggle a little as I watched her though. She was sitting on my lap, fidgeting, not sitting still, and checking her purse every five seconds. She’s not as big on air travel as she is on car travel.
“Relax,” I tell her. “Everything’s going to be fine, precious.” It was her first time flying for more than two hours, and she wasn’t excited about it. The trip excited her, but I guess she hadn’t anticipated we’d have to be in the air for at least eight hours to get there.
The stewardess got on the speaker system and did her little speech on plane safety and no smoking, fastening seatbelts, and so on. I completely tuned her out, but Azzaria was hanging on her every word.
The next thing she said that scared her was how big the jet was. I didn’t ask why, but apparently the spaciousness with a lack of people freaked her out. I took her hand in mine, and she relaxed a little, but not much. The plane pulled away and headed for the runway, and she was freaking out.
“Dillon, I’m gonna throw up,” she said, squeezing my hand. I put my hand on her thigh and rubbed back and forth. She looked at my hand, then back at me, and I just winked at her, then looked forward.
Just as the plane started speeding up for takeoff, I started rubbing her gently. She was completely astounded I would do this now out in the open, but the look on her face said she loved it. Plus, I know what turns her on and what keeps her going.
“You’re already so soaked for me, baby,” I whispered, and she released a breathy moan.
Her eyes were closed, and she just sat down, enjoying what I was doing. As soon as the plane leveled out, I stopped and started reading a magazine like nothing had happened. It was protocol for the attendants to do checks after takeoff. As Azzaria was unaware of this, she just stared at me in dismay. I grinned into my magazine, loving that I was able to shock her like that but also preparing for the words she’d spar with me.
The flight was a little bumpy, but every time she started getting scared, I rubbed her again. After a while, I figured out that she was pretending to be scared so I’d touch her, but I didn’t care. I loved feeling her wet, and I loved making her feel good. All of a sudden she looked at me and just said two words: “follow me.” She got up and went to the back of the jet. That area was where I’d go if my colleagues on board were pissing me off.
I followed, wanting to see why she moved, but she pulled me into the space with her and kissed me with so much passion. We made out for what seemed like forever, and belts were coming undone, and shirts were hitting the floor.
“You’re scared of heights, but you want me to fuck you against the door in a jet?” I asked, breathlessly.
“Yes, please.”
I plunged into her tight, wet area, and she was pressed into my neck. She was trying so hard to be quiet, but all her attempts failed when I quickly found her G-spot.
“You’re so wet,” I whispered in her ear and quickly went back to kissing her. I bit my lip trying to get her to quiet down. Azzaria’s moans could wake up an entire village.
“Not so fast.” I stopped her and flipped around so she was against the door, and I went to unravel her, kissing and biting her neck and chest and whatever flesh my mouth came in contact with while my hands were busy pleasuring her into oblivion.
I fingered her while using my thumb to rub her clit. She wasn’t holding back at all, moaning and egging me on.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“I want that apology you promised me.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I dropped to my knees and started feasting on her. I took her clit in my mouth, sucking like my life depended on it. A great amount of pleasure came from hearing the whimpers she made and just knowing the amount of power she got from seeing me on my knees.
My mouth then moved to her hot lips, sucking on them, savoring the soft yet firm feel of their sensuality inside my mouth. My tongue licked them on the outer edges and then between them, sliding up and down her aroused outer lips.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. And that drove me crazy. I ran my hands up her waist and to her tits, fondling them, squeezing them, pinching the nipples.
I swallowed from the excitement of being where I was, feeling, smelling, tasting this delightful sexual dish. Up and down her hot slit went my tongue, and then I stiffened it and pushed it against the entrance to her hot vagina.
“Oh my fucking god,” she screamed, “don’t stop, please,” she panted and brought her hands to my hair.
Azzaria reacted automatically, lifting her hips, shoving her pussy against my face, a low moan of sexual pleasure escaping her lips. She moved against my face as I plunged my tongue in and out of her greedy pussy, enjoying the feel of my tongue inside her, alive, forceful, eager.
Her body arched, and she moaned with pleasure at the sexual release my mouth and tongue created. I kept up licking and sucking at her, slowly, more slowly, more gently until her body stopped trembling from the power of her orgasm.
