Silent Eyes

18, Comfort to Bliss

The family trip had a sudden and disappointing end. The next morning, tensions were high as everyone packed their belongings in silence. Monica's gaze carried resentment towards her father, but as she and Andreas stepped outside, her hurt became apparent. Andreas attempted to comfort her by placing a hand on her back, but she pushed him away, wandering off in distress. Frustrated by his inability to cheer her up, he sighed and watched her go.

Later, they reached the private jet, and Andreas engaged in a conversation with the captain while Monica slipped past them. He noticed her sitting alone at the back, staring out the window, wrapped in a blanket, and lost in silence. Andreas approached her quietly, taking a seat that caught her attention.

In a desperate attempt to reach her, he leaned over, placing a hand on her knee. "Princess," he sighed, his voice dripping with concern. "Come on, talk to me. It's tearing me apart to see you like this." Monica's lips quivered as tears streamed down her face, unleashing her frustration. The trip had gone terribly wrong, and she couldn't contain her despair. Andreas pitifully frowned, witnessing her emotional outpour.

Andreas, with tender care, lifted her head in his hands. "Hey," he murmured, his voice filled with understanding. "I know you gave it your all, Monica. Don't blame yourself. You can't change your family's biased view of me, and you know what? I don't care if they accept me or not. All I need is your love, and that's enough for me." A soft smile adorned his face, and Monica's tense body gradually relaxed. Sniffing, she trembled as she spoke, "I'm sorry."

In that vulnerable moment, he leaned in, kissing her gently, and wrapped her in a tight embrace. Monica sought refuge in his arms, encircling him with her little arms. Andreas' words resonated deeply, reminding her that she couldn't change her family's judgmental nature. However, she could choose her own happiness and stand by Andreas' side, for their connection was like no other. With newfound love, she whispered, "I love you."

Her voice reverberated throughout the jet, enveloping the space. Andreas, captivated by her soft voice, instinctively leaned back, his gaze fixated on her. "You do?" his voice dropped. Although tears still glistened in Monica's eyes, a radiant smile adorned her face. "Yes, Andreas, I love you," she whispered. Their lips met, and a surge of passion consumed them as Monica surrendered, feeling the weight of Andreas pressing against her.

As they kissed, he held her legs tightly, encircling them around his waist, while Monica's hands gently rested on his neck. They were deeply enamored, lost in their love, and Andreas' rugged breath playfully teased her ear. "I love you too," he confessed, his voice filled with hunger. "More than anything in the world." Monica's eyes sparkled as their tongues intertwined.

However, Monica felt a wave of nervousness, fearing that the pilots could emerge at any moment. She rolled over, swallowing her apprehension. "Baby, let's pause," she whispered, her voice filled with uncertainty. In response, Andreas swiftly grabbed a nearby curtain and forcefully pulled it closed. The entrance to the cockpit was concealed, and Andreas' intense gaze met Monica's. "Fuck them," he glared. "Just focus on me."

He leaned in, gently kissing her neck, his hands caressing her back as desire filled the air. "Bend forward," he commanded, his voice tinged with a mix of dominance and longing. Blushing, Monica complied, her body responding to his every touch. Her curves were now presented to him, and he firmly gripped her plush ass, savoring its softness and warmth. As his hands explored her, Monica couldn't help but voice her curiosity. "What are you about to do?" she asked innocently, unaware of the effect her words would have.

With a wicked grin, he growled, "Fuck you."

Afterward, he tore off her shorts, exposing her pink pussy. Lowering himself, he skillfully used his tongue to tease and please her, setting off a symphony of moans and gasps that filled the air. Monica's eyes squeezed shut, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations, her body arching against the seat. Andreas held her tightly, reveling in the sounds of her pleasure. "Hold tight, baby," he growled, his voice thick with desire and possessiveness. The hunger between them grew, and he wasted no time in lowering his pants, eagerly searching for a condom. With a mix of urgency and anticipation, he tore open the package with his teeth, displaying his swinging dick. Sliding the condom onto his rock-hard length, he positioned himself behind her, ready to fuck her relentlessly.

The first hit took Monica by surprise, causing her to gasp and her eyes to widen. Their bodies moved together in rhythm, their skin colliding with an audible slap that echoed in the confined space. As the seat beneath them creaked, Monica couldn't help but be aware of the sound, wondering if the pilots could hear them fucking. However, Andreas, driven by his desire, firmly pressed her head into the seat, asserting his dominance. His low growl filled the air as he reminded her of their agreement. "What did I say? Fuck them and just focus on me," he commanded.

Monica's teeth clenched together as she felt the forceful penetration, her body responding to the deep thrusts. Sensations overwhelmed her, her mind swirling with a mix of pleasure and surrender. Andreas moved with an animalistic fervor, gripping her hair and urging her to face him. Their lips collided in a passionate and intense kiss, the pressure bruising them in the process, as if their desire couldn't be contained.

With a sudden release, Andreas let go of Monica, allowing her hands to clench together. As he relentlessly fucked her, Monica stole a glimpse over her shoulder, her eyes fixated on the mesmerizing sight of her ample ass jiggling against his throbbing cock. Andreas delivered a firm slap, the sound cracking in the air, heightening the erotic tension between them. Monica gasped as his strong, veiny hands firmly gripped her waist, driving himself deep into her. And her pussy tightened around Andreas' throbbing cock, amplifying her moans.

With a shudder, Andreas reached his climax and slipped out of Monica. Exhausted, she rolled over, her breath labored. Andreas removed the condom and held it over her, a teasing smile playing on his lips. "If it weren't for this," he remarked, gesturing to the condom, "you'd have gotten pregnant by now." He then squeezed the empty condom onto her tongue, and Monica swallowed it eagerly, her eyes filled with lust. Andreas, reveling in their twisted connection, leaned in and engaged in an exchange of tongues, their desire for each other strong.

He skillfully pleasured Monica with his fingers, feeling her body respond and her orgasm building. As she shuddered in ecstasy, he withdrew, noticing the remnants of dried tears on her cheeks and her glistening lips. Monica's mood had shifted from sadness to arousal, a transformation that intrigued him. Licking his lips, he chuckled and remarked, "Damn, Monica. You're quite talented at this. How about we go for another round?"

She hesitated at first, but then met his gaze and playfully nodded. Andreas resumed his position over her, and Monica wrapped her arms around him. They engaged intimately, exchanging sweet whispers as she wailed out his name. With each bounce, he became aware of the diminishing condoms. Sensing the need to stop, Andreas delivered one last powerful thrust, causing her to release a pleasurable scream. He gently placed Monica back onto the seat and heaved, "You alright?" He asked while affectionately brushing aside her curls.

Monica responded with a soft nod, and Andreas rewarded her with a gentle peck on the lips. Love and overwhelming emotions filled Andreas' heart, knowing that she reciprocated his feelings. "Good," he smirked. "Because daddy's going to eat your pussy once we hit the shower."