His Little Wife

Chapter 24

We don't move from the bed the whole morning. We order room service and watch TV while we enjoy each others company. I drift off the sleep for a few hours and wake around 2 o'clock when I feel Lucians hand running through my hair.

'Oh, hey.' I say as I stretch across the bed.

'Get dressed, we've got a plan to catch.' He tell me with a smile on his face.

'What?' I reply, before realising we've still had our honeymoon.

How had I forgot about that? It was the one thing I was looking forward to about this wedding, but one night in Lucians bed, doing more then sleeping made me forget all about it.

'Unless you don't want to go? He jokes.

'No, no. I want to go.' I tell him with an excitement in my voice. 'Where are we going?'

'It's a surprise.'

'Come one, please.' I practically beg.

'No, now get dressed and wear something for warm weather.'

I don't argue with him anymore, knowing if he doesn't want to tell me then he wont. Instead of pressing him anymore I run to the shower and throw myself under the water. Using a bottle of fruity shower gel in the bathroom I wash my body, wincing when I moved between my legs, forgetting about the soreness there. Although the soreness doesn't stop me from jumping out of the shower and running back into the bedroom in a rush to get dressed so we can be on our way. Listening to Lucians words earlier I dress for warm weather and pick out a summer dress from my suitcase.

'Ready.' I beam at him with a smile, taking his attention away from his phone.

As his eyes lock onto mine he walks across the room, closing the gap between the two of us.

'If we didn't have a plane to catch I would rip that right off of you.' He growls into my ear as he pulls me into his arms, planting a strong, demanding kiss on my lips.

I feel his hands run to my backside and before he can make us late for our plane I smack his hands away and drag him towards the door.

***

'Jesus, Lucian. When you said we'd be late for our flight I imagined a plane with other people on it.' I tell him as we pull up to a private jet waiting on the tarmac for us.

'Why would we do that? This way I get you all to myself' He replies with mischief in his voice.

'I'm not going to have sex in a toilet on the plane.' I joke.

'Who said anything about a toilet? It has a bedroom. Now come on.' He says, pulling me by the hand up the steps into the cabin of the plane.

My jaw can't stop itself from swinging open as I look around the spacious aircraft, taking it all the modern, stylish furniture and décor.

'This is amazing.' I tell him as he walk past plush leather seats surrounding a solid wood table.

Opposite the seating area is a little cute kitchen with a bottle of champagne on ice, ready and waiting for us. I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this. I'd never dreamed of being able to live like this and here I was, enjoying every last bit of it.

'And yours to use as and when you wish.' He replies.

'What? Where would I go without you?' I laugh, still looking around.

'Well hopefully nowhere in that tiny little dress.' His utters with a darkness in his eyes I've come quite familiar with recently.

He pulls me into his arms and kisses me with such ferocity as one of his hands pulls my thigh up to wrap around his waist. I feel the familiar tingle in the pit of my stomach as I feel his warm hand moving up my leg, until it lands on my waist. With both hands wrapped around my mid drift he lifts me, carrying my with ease through a door at the back of the cabin, leading to a huge bedroom. A bedroom bigger than I ever expected to find on a jet. Lucian lays me done on the bed, kissing me as his hands run over my body.  I ignore the dull ache between my legs from last nights escapades, needing to have him inside me again. My hands reach for him, pulling at any clothes I can grab hold off, trying to free him so I can feel him, all of him pressed up against me. When he loses his jacket and top my hands dart to his jeans, pulling down his zipper as I reach for his cock. His kisses grow more demanding as I grasp him in my hand. He pushes my dress up and moves my underwear to the side before wedging his fingers in his mouth, wetting them. With his eye lock onto mine, he moves his hand between my legs, running his saliva down my slit, adding to the moistness already there. There's no foreplay this time around as he lines himself up and slides into me, making me gasp as I take him all the way to the base in one movement. It wasn't as painful as yesterday, but there was still the hint of a sting.

'You're so beautiful.' He tells me as he starts to move out before thrusting back in, in a harsh movement.

My hands move to his backside as I my nails dig into him, begging for more. Want and needing more. Yesterday it was clear that he was holding back. But I don't want him to do that. I don't want him to deny himself pleasure. I want all of him and I want it now.

'More.' I tell him as he repeats the same pace as yesterday.

'More? Are you sure?'

I nod, eager for him to let himself go.

'I don't want to hurt you.' He tells me with such sincerity.

'You won't, just fuck me.' I practically growl, pulling him against my body.

His eyes stay focused on mine as he picks up the pace, back and forth as he slams into me, pushing me into the mattress with every movement. He lifts one of my legs over his shoulder as his hips meet mine, making me cry out from a mixture of pleasure and pain as he reaches new depths. The noise slows him for a moment but with my hands still pulling him into me he soon returns to his quicker pace, thumping into me, making my breasts dance with his every movement. Soon he becomes hypnotised as he pulls the front of my dress down, freeing my mounds as he paws at them, massaging one under his hand before he brings his mouth down to bit and suck, sending a jolt through my body.

'I'm gunna...' Is all I can say before I cum for him.

After my orgasm starts to dissipate he then pulls out of my pussy, working his hand up and down his shaft as he cums on my thigh.

He falls to the bed and lays next to me as he pants for air.

'When do we take off?' I ask him.

'As soon as we take our seats.' He grins, looking over to me with flush cheeks.

'What?' Suddenly embarrassed. 'They're waiting for us to... finish?'

'I guess we better hurry then. They won't wait forever.' He chuckles, jumping from the bed to find his clothes.

The embarrassment doesn't last long as I lay on the bed watching Lucian dress himself. I almost drool as I watch the way his muscles ripple as he pulls his shirt over his torso. I felt a stab of disappointment when he was back in his clothing again, but with any luck I wouldn't have to wait long to see him in all his naked glory again.