He nods to me. "Sir, we'll be taking off in five minutes for Barcelona. I must ask for you and your guest to take a seat in one of the chairs with a seat belt. Once the seatbelt light turns off, you'll be free to move about the cabin."
I nod. "Of course, thank you for flying us today."
He gives a slight bow of his head. "Of course, sir." He nods to Gwen as well before he turns on his heel and goes into the cockpit with the other pilot and closes the door.
I take Gwen's hand and lead her over to the seats with belts.
We take ones next to each other and she buckles the belt before grinning at me. "We're going to Barcelona!
I nod. "Indeed we are."
The engine starts up.
She frowns. "I should mention, I've never been on a plane before. Even if this one is fancy, it's still scary."
I reach out to take her arm, a habit I've gotten into so it leaves her hands free to speak if she has something she wants to say. "Don't worry, we pay good money to have the plane kept in top condition and we have the best pilots that money can buy."
After a few moments, the jet rolls down the runway and lifts into the air. The turbulence has never been bad with this craft. The seatbelts for take-off and landing are for safety precautions only. They don't want the Bancrofts suing them if something happened to one of us, and it was because of not having us use safety when it's needed.
She taps my arm and I look at her. "How long is the flight?"
"Six, seven hours, maybe less. It depends on how fast they want to make it go and if there's other planes in the sky."
A grin pulls at her lips as she glances back at the cockpit door. "Do you think they can hear us?"
I shake my head. "It's soundproof, and they have their own lavatory. A lot of business meetings take place on this plane, so we have to make sure nothing gets leaked."
Her grin turns mischievous. "I've never been one for clubs, but there is one that I've always wanted to join."
I arch a brow at her as she swiftly leaves her chair and straddles my lap with her slender, gorgeous little body. She's taken to wearing more form fitting clothes even if they still cover her up. Mostly turtleneck dresses or dresses with long sleeves. I so appreciate the bit of bare leg I get now. One day I hope to get her over the scars, but she's also been looking into treatments that may be able to fade them. No matter how much I tell her she's beautiful.
Resting my hands on her hips I help her keep her balance as she presses her core to my hard-on. "And what club is that, love?"
The grin continues to pull at her lips. "The mile-high club." She mouths before leaning in to kiss me.
My eyes close as I run my hands down her sides to her round butt. I pull at her dress, bunching it up over her ass, my roaming fingers find her ass bare devoid of any underwear. I groan. That's a first and I like it. My fingers find her slick folds and even more surprisingly no hair. I break the kiss and look at her as my fingers move around to the front and find her shaved. I rub her clit between my fingers and her lips part and she grinds herself against me.
She smiles. "Surprise!"
I grin back and shake my head. "You're sneaky, you weren't bare last night."
She shrugs. "I have my ways." Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her movements become quicker and her breathing increases. I bring my other hand down to stroke her clit as my other goes behind her and delves inside her slick pussy.
Her hands come up to grip my shoulders and she moves faster. A small moan escapes her, I can tell she's still scared of being overheard.
"Don't hold back, Gwen. I want to hear you. They can't hear anything. Moan for me, Gwen." I pull my fingers out to slap her ass.
Smack.
A deep moan comes from her. I know that hearing me say her name and give her no room to argue is a turn-on for her. She hasn't said it outright, but it's clear as day to me. Her passage squeezes my fingers as I re-enter her and she comes moving to bury her face into my neck so that she can moan.
After a second, she crawls off me and pulls off her dress, revealing her nude form. I've been doing small training sessions with her and it's paying off in the muscle she's gained. She looks like she's been carved from marble. She leaves her heels on and kneels in front of me. Her hands go to my belt and fly, making quick work of them before freeing my erection.
Her small hands enclose around my shaft and her gaze meets mine as she leans forward to take me into her hot, waiting mouth. My fingers go into her black locks and comb through them. I thrust my hips until I hit the back of her throat.
I grunt. "Yes, love, suck my cock."
She moans around my length and sticks out her tongue to take me deeper. She bobs her head on me. My head tilts back. "So fucking good! You have such a good little mouth."
