Fascination - JB

Planes & Vacation

June 17th, 2016

"Baby, are you ready to go?" Justin calls through the hall. You were in your shared room getting last minute things together, "yeah, just a sec babe then we'll go," you tell him. You unplugged the charger from the wall adapter and put it in your handbag. Taking your suit case of the bed, Justin met you in the door frame, "have all you need?" "More or less," you stood on your tip toes to reach his lips for a quick peck. "K, now I'm ready," you tell him smiling. He took your suit case and headed for the front door. You followed after him grabbing your sunglasses from the small table by the door.

Justin locked up your shared little house. "Bora Bora here we come," he says while draping his arm around you. You both walked up to the über driver and put your bags with Justin's in the trunk. Sliding in, Justin told them the address to the Justin's jet platform. Such a spoiler he is.

You and Justin sat in the back of the über, snuggled up to one another. You lay your head on his shoulder and reach your arm over his torso. "Excited baby?" He asks you kissing the top of your head. "Yeah," you smile.

Once you both were at the destination, Justin paid the driver as you grabbed the bags out from the back. Justin's personal flight attendents helped you get the baggage in the jet. Justin caught up to you as you took your steps into the jet. A quick smack to your ass, you yelp playfully getting all the way into the well furnished plane. "How long will the flight be?" You asked. The door sealed shut, "long enough for us to get busy," he cheeses. You laugh as he made a sad attempt to turn you on with a cheesy line. He smiles at you before his lips meet with yours.

He sits beside you and you climb over his lap to reconnect your lips to his. You slowly grinded yourself against him, earning a groan from him. His lips moved to your jaw, to your neck and sucked on your sweet spot. Your fingers lace through his hair, tuggling tightly earning more vibrations against your neck. You two got so into the heated moment, you didn't realize the plane was in the air.

"Justin, look," you say looking out the window. He didn't hault his actions, he just hummed and groped your ass pulling you closer to him. Your breasts pressed against his hard chest, his tugs at the shirt you're wearing. Letting it come up, your boobs on full display being supported by a white lace bra. He licked his lips hungrily before cupping his hand over one breast, kissing the valley between your breasts. Giggling, you grabbed his head in your dainty hands and collided your lips with his. His talented hands unclasped your bra freeing your breasts from their holder.

His lips found themselves back to your breasts, kneading one in one hand, sucking on the other. Your head lolls backwards in pure ecstasy, adrenaline rushing through your veins. It's not the first time you and Justin had sex in one of his jets. He thinks it add more kink into your sex life. Which you agree, fucking your lover ten thousand feet in the air without anyone hearing you scream in pure satisfaction.

"Fuck, baby you need to remove these shorts," he says tugging at the elastic band of your shorts. Easily you take them off while Justin slides his pants off. You sit on his lap again, feeling his buldge through the thin material of his white Calvin boxers. You rubbed your sex against his just for tease, although it does no justice, you're horny as fuck too.

You kiss down his jaw, down his neck. You leave little open mouthes kisses down his chest, to his abs and ststop at his happy trail. "Don't," he warns. You smile deviously, "what are you talking about?" You give him the most innocent look, keeping eye contact as your tongue lightly traces down his happy trail. You tug at the waist band of his Calvin's, pulling them down his legs. His member sprung out and slapped his abdomen. His thickening member makes your mouth water. His pleading eyes begging you to do something. You take him in your palm, and jerk him while kissing the tip earning a frustrated groan. You then lick a long sloppy line along his length, suction your lips on the tip making a pop sound. You continue to jerk your hand up and down. You then put him in your mouth little by little. He hates that he loves when you do this to him, teasing. You then massage his balls while you bob your head up and down. Him moaning makes you so wet then you start moaning along with him.

His hands fly to your head of hair, taking fistfuls and started bucking his hips into your mouth. Feeling him in he back of your throat, you gag and that makes him fuck your mouth harder. He twitched in your mouth and you hollow your cheeks to feel him release. As soon as he does, you suction your mouth taking in every single drop of his salty release. You use the back of your hand to wipe off your mouth. Curse words fly out of his mouth, "fuck, God I love that mouth," he says before kissing you. He pulls you on top of his lap. You sit your sex on top of his rocking yourself against his thickening length stimulating your throbbing clit.

You moaned louder this time, feeling the need for him inside of you. He lays you down on the decent sized couch, kissing you down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach to just above your most frustrated core. He spread your legs open wide enough for himself to have access to you. You whimper, rushing him to do something about it. His lips kissed your wet lips and you squirmed for more. He kissed the inner of your thighs, teasing you. You hate when he does that. He reaches one hand up and takes your hand in his, holding it. With his other hand, he used two fingers to sperate your wet folds, placing his tongue right on your sensitive nub, "fuck," you moaned, squeezing his hand with your back arching up. He lapped his tongue around your clit with pure talent, spelling out 'I love you' in sloppy cursive. Your legs felt weak and the burning sensation in the pig of your sromach, you felt your close coming. You whimper again, signaling more so he sticks his long digit in you, slightly curling it, pumping it in and out of you. A squelching sound emits from your wet core, Justin groans and the vibrations aroused you even more. Uneasy breaths, you screamed as you came. He continues to lick you clean, "Fuck, fuck, fuck baby, shit," you cursed as your legs involuntarily squeezed around his head.

"Jesus Christ," you breathed. He let's out a husky chuckle crawling over you capturing your lips into a sweet kiss. Tasting yourself, you're glad you ate healthy the last few days. His cock poked at your center and you giggled, moving yourself to a better position. He then centered himself and slowly pressed in. You felt him stretching your precious self once again, you cursed squeezing your eyes shut.

His thrusts were slow but careful, he knows how little you are and he doesn't want to hurt you. Well, once you're fully wet and well stimulated, he goes hard on you. He drives himself in and out of you carefully but at a faster pace. You love how careful he is with you. His free hand holds yours above your head as he continues to slide himself in and out of you. He readjusts the two of you to get a better angel. "Fuck, yes, baby right there," You're a moaning mess ready to cum all over again.

"Justin! Shit, baby I'm gonna - fuck!" You screamed. Your body starts to shake and you couldn't hold it any longer. "Go ahead baby," he kisses you sweetly as you release yourself.

Shortly after, Justin releases himself. Your heavy breaths and pants fill the jet, the smell of sex lingering around. Not that you mind it. Justin doesn't move, he just lays his sweaty head on your chest, using you breasts as pillow. I mean, what are they there for anyways?

(*Don't get smart with me. I know that boobs are for babies to feed on.)

Your breaths steady themselves. You pet your fingers through Justin's hair while he tickled little inkless patterns along your sides. You two settled for a naked nap cuddle session before you land in Bora Bora.

This, was going to be the best vacation you and Justin share together.