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He grunts when I stroke his cock through his pants. My smirk widens when it comes to life. I slide off his lap and hold out my hand. Without a word, he takes it and lets me guide him to the dark leather couch. He sits, leans back, and spreads his arms over the sofa's headrest. Goddamn, I can't believe this confident, large, sexy, hunky man is my husband. Time for action. I've waited long enough. His pupils dilate when I spread his legs and kneel in between.
"Alex, we're on a plane. The steward can come in to check."
"I'm going to take the risk," I say, while opening his zipper.
With his eyes boring into mine, he lifts his behind. His virile member springs free the moment I lower his pants and boxers. I take a moment to stare at his dick that is nothing but a work of art. The long, thick veins curling around his shaft are working hard to transport blood to this needy and greedy organ.
"Touch it."
The sudden command he gives in a husky tone lights my inner desire like a firefly in heat. I blow air over his eager wood and glance up. "Say, please."
He grabs my chin and pushes himself forward until his mouth is inches from my ear. "If you take my cock between your luscious red lips and make me come, I'll promise that once we're at our destination, I'm going to get you naked and make that sweet pussy scream with uncharted pleasure."
Brain orgasm alert!X-rated thoughts overflow my grey mass, and I let out a longing whimper as the indulging ache between my thighs increases. To prevent myself from coming just by imagining what he will do to me, I focus my full attention on my man. I encircle my fingers around his impressive girth and start stroking his length.
"Fuck, that feels good." My husband leans back in his seat while letting out a growl of satisfaction. But when I bend to kiss his penis, my hair acts as a veil, and he quickly removes my golden locks and holds it in a ponytail with one hand.
"I don't want to miss a second of this gorgeous scene."
Wetness pools between my legs when I look up, and our eyes connect. He pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and whispers, "Fuck, that's hot," when I pat his cock on the flat surface of my tongue. Eager to please, I take him deeper, and it results in him grunting loudly when his dick hits the back of my throat.
“Holy shit, Alex!"
I gaze up, and the bright, sparkling lust in his blue diamonds captivates me with its raw beauty and turns my pussy into a throbbing mess.
"Place your hands on your back."
I withdraw my palms from his thighs and bring them behind me.
"Hold them there and separate those sinful lips. I want to fuck that beautiful mouth of yours."
As I obey, he guides me to his cock.This is sexy as fuck.
His grip tightens around my locks as he thrusts his shaft in and out of my mouth. "Holy…"
His breathing becomes erratic. "I’m not going to last much longer. So fucking good."
I increase the pressure of my lips around his cock. In reaction, his fingers push into my scalp and his hips thrust upward as he explodes. Streams of hot cum slides down my throat. He yanks my hair and retracts his dick from my mouth when I tease him by sucking on his sensitive head. "You little sexy devil."
When he spots me licking my lips with a devilish smirk, he bends and smashes his mouth onto mine. "Just you wait. Once we're at our destination, your pussy will be at my mercy."
He lets go of me and shoves a hand through his messy locks while shooting me a Cheshire grin that tells me I'm in for one hell of a ride later. While he fixes his clothing, I climb to my feet, but he grabs and tugs my wrist, which causes me to land sideways on his lap. "I'm a lucky man to have you as my wife."
He cups my cheek and plants a sweet kiss on the tip of my nose.
"Yes, you are. I should have asked you to draw up a private marriage contract stating that you have to keep me satisfied."
His lips curve. "No need. Because my life's mission is to keep you content, and if I don't deliver, you, my devoted wife, will tell it straight to my face."
"You bet I will." I relax against his chest and lay my head in the crook of his neck. "Our wedding was the best. You're hot playing that instrument."
"So, you get horny when I play the piano?"
I grin. "You turn me on by doing nothing."
His chest moves as he laughs, and I indulge in this delightful, rich sound. "How was it to perform for a larger, real audience?" I ask after a brief moment of silence,
While drawing circles over the exposed skin of my back, he answers, "Good and freeing."
