by Livia Grant
“Yes! Holy shit, I’m gonna come already!” She cried out.
His “Good girl,” tipped her over the edge. In her compromised state, she couldn’t decide if she loved being his good girl or his naughty girl more. Each came with their own set of advantages.
Lukus was a piston, riding her hard and fast for several long moments until she felt another orgasm building. His breath was getting ragged and she could see his locked jaw in the mirror as he fucked her, chasing his pleasure.
Tiff could always tell when he was getting close to coming—his thrusts became more erratic. She was in a race to come one more time before he finished. Sensing she needed a bit of help, Lukus used the grip on her hips to lift her lower body off the ground completely, lifting her high enough to change the angle of his continued hammering just enough that the tip of his rod now pounded directly onto her G-spot.
Her orgasm hit her like a truck and she rewarded her new husband with her patented sexy rant she knew he loved so much. “Fuuuccckkk… yeah… Lukus, that’s it… harder… faster… shit….”
Lukus finally bellowed out his own orgasm, arching his back as he deposited his load of hot spunk deep inside her.
Collapsing on top of her bent body, the couple took a few minutes to replenish their oxygen levels with their heavy panting.
“Holy shit, that was amazing,” he finally said when he’d recovered enough to speak, nuzzling her intimately through her long hair.
Tiffany chuckled, “And just think, we haven’t even left for the honeymoon yet.”
Remembering they were late, Lukus stood, removing his softening cock from her body. She could already feel the wetness dribbling out of her, down her inner thigh.
“I need to go clean up before we leave,” she said. But as she stood, he was already leaning down to pull up her panties and jeans. Confused, she tried to push his hands away.
“I’ve decided I kinda like you smelling like me. Pull your pants up. Let’s go.”
“Lukus! I am not going on the plane smelling like a walking orgy.”
He spun her around, yanking her into his waiting arms, clamping his finger onto the back of her neck to make sure he had her attention.
“Your Dom wants to smell his sub. More importantly, I want my cum seeping out into your panties, reminding you the whole trip that there will be a lot more wet panties in your future. Now… I’m taking the big suitcase. Grab your carryon and any last-minute things you need while I make sure everything is ready for us to leave. I’ll meet you at the elevator in exactly two minutes. You’re already going to be sitting in wet panties on the plane. I’d hate to have to add a hot butt to the long trip, too.”
His lust-filled gaze called him a liar. He’d love nothing more than to spank her ass good before they left.
Oh, who am I kidding? I’d love it too.
Too bad they were running so late.
Tiffany
“How much time do we have to make our connection?” she asked for the second time.
Tiffany had been so busy with the wedding plans that she’d been more than happy to let Lukus take care of all of the planning for their honeymoon. Only now was she starting to get anxious, realizing just how little she knew about what he had planned for them for the next two weeks.
Up until arriving at the airport, she’d just been looking forward to getting away with Lukus, but now her usual travel anxiety was kicking in. She was the organized one. The planner. She’d traveled most often with Brianna who was more than happy to let Tiffany take control over their travel agenda. So, jumping on a plane without knowing even the first thing about where they’d be staying—how they’d travel to and from the airports—how many islands they’d be visiting. It was stressing her out.
“I’ve told you, just relax and enjoy. You don’t have to worry about a single thing. I’ve got it all taken care of.”
Easier said than done.
Lukus must have noticed her resistance to his relax and enjoy plan. Leaning closer to her so the rest of the first-class cabin wouldn’t hear him, he whispered, “Do I need to take you into the lavatory and remind you who is in charge?”
Christ, she loved that gravely dominant tone he used. It had scared the bejesus out of her the day they met. Now, she couldn’t get enough of it, at least most days.
Lukus leaned in and gave her a quick kiss behind her ear. “I didn’t think so… although, maybe we should head to the lavatory anyway and try to cross the mile-high fuck off our honeymoon to-do list.”
Tiffany’s core contracted at his raunchy suggestion. She could still smell the remnants of their earlier tryst at the loft and her panties were uncomfortably damp.
She slapped his wandering hands away as she whispered back in his ear, “There is no way. One, we wouldn’t fit. Two, it’s gross in there, but most importantly, we’re too loud—everyone will know what we’re doing.”
Lukus chuckled. “And, you think that’s gonna deter me? I’ve noticed that asshole across the aisle glancing at you every few minutes. I’d love nothing more than to fuck you so wild and loud that everyone around us knows exactly how well your new husband is taking care of your more intimate needs.”
Tiff growled under her breath, “I just bet you would, but we’re not at The Pit.”
“Who the fuck cares? We’re married. We’re on our honeymoon.” Lukus looked into her eyes with a mischievous promise in his gaze as he warned her. “I think you’d better get used to the idea of me making sure as many people as possible that we meet over the next two weeks know how much I love you.”
Despite the blush of embarrassment she inevitably suffered with her husband’s public displays of X-rated affection, Tiffany wouldn’t change a thing. She adored every complex part that made up her Dominant, and as much as he often pushed her out of her comfort zone, he’d never once pushed her too far.
Tempted to take him up on his naughty idea to steal away to the lavatory for some mile-high fun, Tiffany was saved by the voice of the captain announcing he was turning on the fasten seatbelt sign due to coming turbulence.
“Oh darn. Saved by the captain,” she retorted with her best grin.
Lukus chuckled. “Maybe you were saved this time, but I promise you, we will fuck on one of our flights over the next two weeks. There are gonna be plenty of them.”
His answer brought back some of her anxiety. “Just how many? I’ve never gone on a trip before where I had no clue what hotels we’d be staying in. How many islands in Hawaii we’re visiting? Did you rent us cars? How much time do we have for our connection in Los Angeles? I…”
Lukus’s palm cupped over her mouth, bringing her string of questions to an abrupt halt. After giving her a stern look, he spoke. “Not one more word. I want you to just nod your head yes or no, got it?” He paused long enough for her to nod yes. “Good. Now, do you trust me? Yes or no?”
Another nod yes from Tiffany.
“Are you or are you not my submissive?”
Her affirmative nod yes came slower that time, but it came.
“Okay then, this is gonna be a great opportunity for us to set some new ground rules, isn’t it? We’ve not traveled together much yet. I get that you’re used to having every minute micro-managed when you travel with Brianna, but I need you to try to just relax and enjoy me pampering you. I have some surprises planned that I can’t wait to share with you, so that means you need to just loosen up and savor this time since it will be the only honeymoon either of us ever take. Can you do that?”
It was a testament to the level of trust between them that Tiffany felt the tension she’d been carrying in her shoulders loosen up. She truly was the luckiest woman on the planet. Replaying his words helped her come to the conclusion that he was absolutely right. She shouldn’t waste a single second of their vacation worrying about details she’d gladly turned over to the man she loved.
His hand was still over her mouth, waiting for her to nod her agreement again, but this time, she slithered her tongue be
tween her lips and started licking his palm seductively as her more intimate reply.
Lukus’s lips replaced his palm in a hot second, thrusting his own tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers in a romantic French kiss that threatened to fog up the windows in the first-class cabin. It was with difficulty they pulled out of the embrace a minute later.
“Now, we have at least an hour before we land in Los Angeles. I want you to recline and relax. Try to catch a few winks while you can.”
“Yes, Sir.” Tiffany snuggled her head on his shoulder, happy to use him as her pillow.
The End, for now…
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