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I don't bother replying as he closes the door. I keep my eyes on Melina and don’t break the contact—even as the pilot takes off. I pull back to let my eyes roam over my woman. "You know what I want, Lina. Are you going to give it to me?" I ask.
She looks at the pilot and the co-pilot. They can clearly see us with all the mirrors everywhere. The helicopter itself basically being a giant window with how many it has. What she doesn't realize is how little the pilot can hear over the chatter in his headphones, so unless we have them on, this will be a silent movie. I’m probably being a bastard, but I don’t have it in me to wait to have her. I need her submission. Fuck, I have to be buried inside her to prove she’s real and I’m not dreaming.
Melina looks back at me and I can tell she's debating it. I'm waiting to see what she'll decide. I know my fingers are digging into her thighs, my desire for her killing me. A smile teases my lips as she swallows nervously.
"Someday, we're going to have a talk about this exhibitionist side you have to you, Antonio."
I laugh as she strips off her dress, tossing it into the open seat beside us. Part of this is that I love the thrill of everyone seeing what I have without being able to touch it. That’s who I am, but right now it’s more about claiming my wife. I was terrified that I had lost her, and the simple truth is, I didn’t want to go on without her. She’s changed my life completely. I know that my woman—for all her arguing—loves giving into me like this. She gets so wet every single time she knows others are watching us fuck. Melina knows her body is safe with me. We are well and truly matched.
"We can, but you have the same side in you, sweetheart. You just haven't let it out completely."
She undoes her bra, her breasts bouncing with freedom as she tosses the garment on the floor with her dress. “I’m not so sure. Let's see if you can convince me to like it, Antonio.”
I growl, my cock aching hard, ready to take my wife.
My wife…
melina
Antonio tears my panties off, dropping the slip of fabric to the floor, pulling his fingers into his mouth—licking them. My eyes are transfixed as he puts them between my legs, sliding right into my wet and waiting body. I struggle to keep my eyes open as emotion overwhelms me.
Today has been a blur. A roller coaster of emotions, and now, with my husband's fingers inside me, moving hypnotically as the heavy heat between my legs builds, I know it won't be long before I shatter apart for him. He leans in, pulling a nipple into his mouth, whispering against my skin.
"You're so fucking beautiful, do you know that?" he asks.
All I can do is moan. The sensation of his fingers, the pull of his mouth, and the swipe of his tongue chase any cohesive thoughts I might form from my mind. He’s turning me into a woman who just craves the pleasure her man can give her.
My thighs tremble, and I shiver as his thumb teases my clit. It's getting harder to catch my breath. I hear a noise and my gaze moves past Antonio’s face to find the pilot and copilot staring at us through the mirror.
I lean forward, grabbing his shoulders. "They’re looking right at us," I hiss in his ear. I should be used to this by now, but I thought they would look away or something. Still, a thrill rolls through me. Butterflies dance in my belly when my gaze goes back to the co-pilot. I breathe in with shock as he all but turns sideways in his seat so he can watch with more ease.
I cry out when Antonio’s fingers pinch my clit. Then, he flattens his fingers out, pressing against it. My eyes close, my head goes back as I try to grind against that touch—needing more of that pleasure.
“Please,” I gasp. “Right there… Oh God, right there. Don’t stop,” I plead while Antonio continues to work me.
I’m getting so close. I can feel my clit throbbing. I’m lost to passion, biting down on my lip as Antonio sucks my nipple into his mouth, capturing it between his teeth. When he bites down on it, my entire body quakes.
“That’s it, Lina. Give in to me,” he purrs against my chest, his wicked tongue striking out to lash against the swollen peak.
“Antonio,” I whimper again. Any other words freeze on the tip of my tongue when I hear a groan. The sound is male, but higher pitched than my husband’s. My eyes open immediately, and I find the co-pilot staring straight at me. His pants are unzipped. He has his cock out and I know I shouldn’t, but my eyes drop down to it—before quickly looking away, “We have to stop,” I hiss, my body tightening. “That guy is jacking off while watching us.”
I thought he would yell at his co-pilot. At the very least, I expected him to call a stop to what he is doing to my body. He doesn’t. He pulls back to look at me with a wicked grin. “I think you like it,il mio tesoro. Your pussy is so wet, I could drown in it if you were riding my face right now,” he croons, his breath tickling my lips as he flicks his tongue out to lick mine. I catch it, sucking it into my mouth as I tremble with hunger, desire, and a temptation to enjoy something I never imagined before.
"But..."
"Let him watch you come, baby. The poor bastard is probably as hard as I am. Let him see the beauty that only belongs to me."
I feel my insides clench around his fingers as I realize what's happening. I gasp as Antonio takes his hand away, leaving me empty. I only have a breath of a second to wait before he lifts me up, impaling me on his cock. A cry of pleasure falls from my lips as he fills me completely, stretching me as my tight walls pulse around his cock, leaving me breathless. He's right. I am wet. I can hear it as I ride his cock, only making the moment better. My skin glistens with perspiration as my body overheats. I can feel a charged pressure—a need for more—fill my body, a familiar heat gathers at the base of my spine and courses through my womb. I’m going to shatter and when I do, my climax will decimate me. I’m that far gone.
The whole time my eyes are on the copilot. I watch as his hand grips his cock, and he pumps it with a firm hold. Precum glistening at the top of his head, wetting his fingers, and streaming down his shaft. He’s looking right at me, and I should be ashamed, but all I can feel right now is pleasure.
"You good baby?" Antonio grunts, as I ride him, his body thrusting up to meet my downward stroke. Our bodies work together like a beautiful dance.Perfection.There’s no thought, there is only a natural rhythm that comes from our hearts. I was made for him and I’m starting to believe…he was made for me.He bites at my mouth, claiming it, his tongue plundering like a king enjoying the spoils of war.
"Yes," I moan, burying my face in his shoulder. "Antonio, what are we doing?"
"We're fucking, with an audience. And when we get back to the hotel, I'll show you how we make love. There is a difference. For now, I need you to relax, enjoy it and know I love you. I'm never going to let anyone touch you but me." He pauses, quickening the pace as his hips meet mine with every thrust, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
“Are you sure this is…normal?”
