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"Have you thought about going to see your father while we’re there?"
She wrings her hands in her lap at my question. I’m sure she assumed I would bring it up eventually, but I want to have a serious talk about this with her.
"I haven't had much time to think about it honestly. With the incident at the restaurant and then finishing up my manuscript, I guess I have been avoiding thinking about it," Lizzie answers.
Thomas rolls down the privacy window to let us know we made it to the tarmac. We unbuckle, and I help Lizzie out of the car. Thomas goes to meet with another member of the staff to help bring our bags on board.
"Thank you, Thomas. I hope you have a Merry Christmas. Tell your wife hello from us and to relax this season. Please, call me if you need anything while we’re away." I clap him on the shoulder and lead Lizzie up the stairs of the plane. When we reach the top, we’re escorted on by two impeccably dressed flight attendants. Right off the bat, I can tell they are trying to impress me and get my attention, and I see Lizzie tense up at the sight.
"Ladies, I appreciate your joining us on this flight, but please refrain from making any more forward gestures toward me. I only have eyes for my fiancée." Both women's eyes are as large as saucers when I finish speaking, and they quickly avert their eyes from us, but not before I see them check Lizzie’s hand. That pisses me off. For all intents and purposes, she is my fiancée, or my wife, for that matter. I don't need a crowd to pledge my love to her. I would be happy to take her to a courthouse as soon as possible, but I'm sure she wants a dream wedding, and I’ll give her anything she wants. I lead Lizzie over to a set of seats that face the window. She seems nervous, and that’s the best seat in the house. I raise my hand to gesture over an attendant.
"Lizzie, sweetheart, what would you like to drink?" I ask her as she gets settled into her seat. She looks up at me, thenthe attendant, and veers her sight back to me. "Vodka with cranberry, please," she requests sweetly.
"Whiskey for me. Thank you." I grab Lizzie's hand and bring it up to my lips, kissing her knuckles. I can see her shoulders relax at the contact, and my heart soars knowing I have that effect on her. "Tell me what’s going through your mind."
"You told those women I’m your fiancée," she states not asks.
"I did. Does that bother you?"
"No. No, that's not it. It's just that I'm not your fiancée unless moving in with you means more than I thought it did."
"I think of you as my fiancée, Lizzie. I don't want anyone else. Just you. But if it bothers you, then I won't mention it again. I never want to make you feel uncomfortable."
"Miles, that's not what I'm saying. I like the sound of it," she blushes as she says it. I subconsciously feel the ring box in my pocket that is itching to be taken out and given to her. I'll have to plan something soon.
After a few moments, the flight attendant returns with our beverages, and then I excuse her for the rest of the trip, unless we need them again. I don't want to be disturbed. Lizzie takes a big gulp of her drink, then rests it in the holder as the plane begins to ascend further down the runway. Soon we are up in the air and the grip of her hand on mine is like a vice. However, I know something that will take her mind off the flight. Leaning over to whisper in her ear, I ask, "Are you a member of the Mile High Club, baby?"
She gasps as she looks me in the eyes. "N-no. I’m not," she stutters but gives me a small smile.
I place my glass down after drinking the contents in one swallow, then put my hand out for Lizzie to take. She hesitates for a moment, looking around to see if anyone is watching us. "I sent them away, baby. They won’t bother us."
"Okay." She grasps my hand, and I lead her to the back of the jet where there is a king-sized bed waiting for us. I made sure to have it ready in case we decided to use it. Looks like wewill after all. Closing the door behind us, I click the lock into place and turn to see Lizzie sitting innocently on the edge of the bed.
As I step toward her and place both hands on the sides of her face, I gently murmur, "You are stunning, Lizzie. So perfect." My lips descend onto hers, and she moans into my mouth, allowing my tongue in to taste her tangy cranberry flavor. While I kiss her, I start taking her clothes off as fast as I can. She does the same in return, grabbing my pants and pulling the belt free, then throwing it to the floor. I pull my mouth away from hers, so I can get her shirt up over her head. My mouth instantly finds her pert nipples through her lacy bra, that barely contain her breasts.
"Mmm, yes, Miles. That feels so good." I switch nipples and use my fingers to tweak the other. I feel her unbuttoning, and then unzipping my pants, yanking them down my legs, along with my boxer briefs. A moment later, her hand is caressing me in the most tantalizing and agonizing way. I need more. I push her back against the bed and throw my shirt off over my head. I lean down and pull her leggings down, leaving her in her panties. I can see how wet she is through her matching lacy thong.
"Who makes you this wet, Lizzie? Whose pussy is this?" I question, as I slide my hands slowly up her smooth, milky thighs, reaching her panties and tearing them off in one swift movement.
"Yours, Miles. Only yours." Lizzie begins to pant at my slow perusal of her wet pussy.
"Good girl." Hearing those words makes her wetter as I fall to my stomach with my mouth right at her center. Fuck, her smell is something that makes my mouth water. I could eat and suck on her for the rest of my life, and never get my fill. Sticking my tongue out, I run it up her center, to her clit, and flick it a few times. Then I suck hard, making her arch off the bed. I'm sure the staff can hear her, but I don't give a fuck. This is my plane, my employees, and they all sign NDAs before they set foot in this jet.
?I bring my fingers up to her nipples, twisting and pulling as she screams out my name. Her orgasm crashesthrough her, as she comes all over my face. I lick up every last drop and climb up her body. Pressing mine against hers, so she can feel my hard cock urging into her. She can make me rock hard by just looking at me, but when she screams my name, I am hard as steel.
"I love tasting you and making you come on my tongue. It's so hot, baby."
"Please, Miles, I need you inside of me," she begs.
"Yes, baby, beg for it. Beg for my cock to fill you up."
"P-please fill me up with your cock. I need it so badly, Miles. I need you.Only you," she emphasizes.
"Fuck yes." I thrust into her in one punishing motion. I kiss her swollen lips, so she can taste herself on my tongue. Her eyes roll back with every deep plunge of my cock. I slow my motions because I want this to last longer. If I kept that pace, it wouldn’t. I want to feel her, all of her. My hands roam all over her body, memorizing every surface as I go along. Kissing along her jaw and down her throat, nipping and licking along the way.
I pull out of her for a moment so I can reposition us. I roll us on to our sides, turning her to where her back is to my chest, so I can feel her ass pressed up against me. Sex on my side has never felt so intimate. Thrusting back inside as I nibble on her ear, Lizzie screams out as another orgasm flows through her body. The feeling of her clamping down on me, milking me, is like no other in the world. It takes me right over the edge with her.
Having her smell, taste, and feel so close to me, skin to skin, makes time and space have no meaning anymore. There is only Lizzie. She is everything all at once.My everything.
