by Alexis Angel
“Why do you need so much room?” I wonder aloud and Derrick just laughs like it’s a ridiculous question. Of course he would have the biggest and best model available, and now I’ll have the same for the rest of my life. I guess I’ll need to get used to that.
We pass several seating areas that look more like living rooms than airplane seats, everything is just so fancy. There’s a large window that allow you to just watch the clouds float by and I make a mental note to make my way back to enjoy the view if Derrick gives me any time.
Finally, we make it to a large wooden door, and Derrick opens it to reveal a beautifully decorated master bedroom. There’s a four poster bed, with matching nightstands on each side. A large television hangs from the wall at the foot of the bed, and there’s a small table and two chairs sitting at the far edge of the room. A small door to the left looks to be the restroom, and I excuse myself to go in before kissing Derrick quickly.
I’m taken aback by how large the bathroom is. We’re on an airplane and yet the bathroom is twice the size of the bathroom in my apartment.
I know what you’re thinking, yes I knew he would have the best and yes I always knew he had the newest and most expensive everything when we were kids, but its different being here and knowing this will all be my life too. It’s shocking to go from needing a roommate to afford my tiny apartment on the Lower East side to looking back at my reddened cheeks in the reflection of a luxurious bathroom mirror on a private jet.
“Baby?” I call out and Derrick comes to the doorway shirtless.
“What’s up, love?” He asks casually with the coolness he always embodies.
“Let’s take a bath,” I motion towards the deep soaker tub.
“You’re trying to draw this torture out even further?” He smirks. Honestly, that wasn’t really my intention. We’ve taken plenty of showers together, but never a bath, and I know I could use a freshen up after such an eventful day.
“Please,” I take his hand and lead him to the bathtub.
It only takes a few minutes for the waterfall faucet to fill the large tub, so we both strip naked as it reaches the top.
“I missed this,” Derrick says while taking my nipple between the pad of his thumb and index fingertip.
“They missed you too,” I tease, looking down at my heavy breasts.
I’ve used some of the bubble bath next to the tub, so I’m instantly covered in thick suds as I sink into the warm water. Derrick follows closely behind me, and we sit at each end of the tub facing each other.
He’s so fucking sexy I can’t even deal. His body is sculpted like a Roman God and he’s all mine, sitting naked, ready for me whenever I stop teasing him. After squirting a little shower gel on a loofah I rub it between my hands until the suds come to life.
“I want to see every place in the world with you,” I tell him as I brush the loofah over his shoulder. Moving his arm, he helps me wash him with an innocent smile.
“I’ll take you to the edge of the world, baby,” he says while lifting his chin so that I can scrub his neck.
Once I’ve finished cleaning him, he takes the other loofah hanging on a hook next to the tub and squeezes a little shower gel on it. His eyes grow dark as he massages the soapy loofah, his eyes trained on me.
Starting at my neck, he scrubs my body gently, paying extra attention to his favorite parts, especially my boobs. My body is coated in suds by the time he finishes, and I lie in the tub just like that before he takes my foot in his hand. Who would’ve ever thought that the prince was such a good masseuse? He always shocks me with his ability to turn me on from just touching any part of my body.
My ass twitches under the water as I squirm under the pleasure of his touch. Desire pools between my legs when he brings my foot to his mouth, slowly running his tongue across my toes while looking deeply into my eyes. It’s almost too intimate, and I have to fight the urge to close my eyes as the sensation feels too damn good.
“I’m gonna lick every inch of your body before this plane touches the ground,” he declares, sending tingles up my spine.
“Mmm,” I hum my approval, biting my lip as he takes my toes back into his mouth.
“And I’m gonna make you cum until you beg me to stop,” he adds before yanking my leg, so my body slides closer to him, making water splash out of the tub onto the tiled floor.
“You’re making a mess,” I yelp playfully.
“Someone will clean it up,” he shrugs, placing both of his hands on my hips.
Twisting my hips, he swivels me around so that my back is pressed against his hard chest and I lean into his touch as his hands roam my body greedily. With my nipples between his fingers, he twists the sensitive skin and I melt, moaning as I push my plump ass onto his erection.
With that masterful mouth, Derrick licks and sucks my nick while running his fingers down my belly and my back arches in delight to his sensual touch. I love when Derrick is rough and aggressive, but I love his soft side even more. The way he touches me like I’m silk, and treats me so delicately drives me crazy.
My addiction is starved after being away from him for so long. I feel like I could explode from his touch alone, but when his fingers find their way between my legs, I really grow weak.
“Oh God, Derrick,” I moan and he switches to the other side of my neck, kissing and sucking as he traces the outline of my engorged clitoris.
“Please,” I yearn for him, and he slides one finger inside me, causing me to gasp at the intrusion.
Sliding in and out, my muscles clench around him, eager for more. My body is electric, everything feels so intense and explosive, from his lips to the grazing of his teeth on my sensitive skin. Now his finger is moving faster as my legs press together to cause more friction.
Just then he slides his finger out and I instantly miss the pressure. Luckily, he quickly replaces the fullness with three of his fingers. My body jerks, splashing more water out of the tub, but neither of us seem to care as my body climbs with every thrust.
“Derrick,” I moan his name, leaning into his mouth while moving my pelvis into his stiff fingers, my orgasm building like waves in my belly.
“Until you beg me to stop, Alicia,” he whispers in my ear, reminding me of his earlier declaration and pushing me further just with the mention of my name.
For months I’ve heard him say my name, talking about someone else. It was painful to hide the truth from him, but it also created a deep longing, as I yearned to hear him speak my name to me, the real me. It feels incredible to hear my name, my real name, roll off of his tongue, urging me to explode.
“Don’t fight it,” he says, reading my body like always.
His fingers continue to work me over, and now he’s cupping my clit with the palm of his hand, massaging me both inside and out. God, it feels amazing, so amazing I almost don’t want to cum because I know it will end.
“Give it to me, baby,” Derrick whispers in my ear and his warm voice in my ear is my undoing. I have a gentle orgasm, the satisfaction slowly pouring out of me while Derrick nibbles on my neck, massaging my nipple with his free hand.
“That’s it,” he coaches me through and I moan his name, my climax finally winding down.
“God, I love you, Derrick,” I turn to look at him, his eyes lustful.
With his monstrous cock pressed into my back, I know he must be eager for his own climax, so I stand to head back into the bedroom, but before I can even step out of the water, Derrick lifts me up, my legs instantly wrap around him, my ankles interlocking at his lower back.
“My turn,” he whispers as he carefully walks on the wet floor.
My back is flush against the tiled wall as Derrick teases my opening the with tip of his cock, his eyes closing slowly as the velvety warmth covers the head of his member. My breathing is quick in anticipation and when he finally slides into me, I shriek from the initial shock and pain as my body stretches to make room for him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he gr
oans, slowly easing me down his length.
Our bodies are dripping wet, but I’m steaming hot for him, desperate for his release. I want to feel him explode inside of me. Lifting me like I’m as light as a feather, he works me on and off his throbbing cock, his mouth still teasing me neck.
“Derrick! Yes, baby!” I moan. His hands are cupping my ass, lifting me with ease, while my hands grip the nape of his neck as I bounce up and down.
“Oh fuck!” He bites out.
“I want to feel you cum, baby,” I moan in his ear and he grunts in response.
“I’ve wanted this for so long,” he groans, lifting me faster.
I realize that Derrick was probably telling the truth about never being with Alicia. He sees me as the girl he’s dreamed about, and this is the first time he’s feeling me as the girl of his dreams. Oh gosh, I have to make sure this is amazing. I want to live up to the images he’s had replaying in his mind for years.
Moving my fingertips through the hair at the base of his neck, I lean in to kiss his neck as he’s done mine. He tastes fresh and slippery from our bath. With every thrust, he grunts louder and I rock my hips so that I’m moving like a wave on and off his hard cock.
“I want to be your dream girl,” I admit through my loud moans, my boobs bouncing against his stiff pectorals.
“You are, Alicia,” he grunts, his hips surging quicker. “You always have been,” he adds before pulling my hair back to look into my eyes.
“Do you hear me?” He asks sternly without slowing.
“You’re my dream girl, Alicia.”
The words are like magic, hearing him say that to me takes my breath away. The waves emerge from my belly as another orgasm vibrates through me. Derrick is growing more aggressive and I know he’s fighting back his release.
“I’ll give you the world, baby,” he grunts in my ear, his face buried in my neck as he humps me like an animal.
“You’re my world!” I cry out and I mean it.
Ever since I showed up in that club, Derrick has been the center of my Universe. Everything I do revolves around him, and I love it. Never did I think I would be so happy to share my life or care about someone more than I cared about life itself.
Derrick has changed my life so much in our short time together. I can’t wait to experience everything and every place with him. I want to fuck him all over the world, I’m so addicted to how good he makes me feel with that magical cock.
“Yes, Baby! Fuck me!” I call and his hips work overtime, stuffing me full of his thickness.
“I’m fucking you all day, baby,” he assures me and I lean back as a moan spills out of my lips.
“I’m gonna cum,” I whine, the vibrations growing too big too fast.
“That’s what I want,” he says before biting my neck and I explode around his cock as he keeps surging in and out of me.
My sex is so creamy, he’s sliding in and out so smoothly, a wet sound accompanying every pump. I’m only getting wetter, my climax stretching out, as he keeps filling me up.
“I’m gonna put a baby in you,” he growls.
Oh my. I’ve never even thought of it, but it’s a bit of a shock I’m not already pregnant the way we fuck. I’d love to have a little Derrick. And yes, I do remember how shitty he was as a kid, and understand I may be in store for part two, but I don’t care. And stop trying to take me away from the best feeling in the world. I’m kind of busy here, if you didn’t notice.
“I want all of your babies,” I whisper against his lips and watch the left side of his mouth curl into that sexy smirk I love so much.
“You want my babies?” He groans, hiding his smile by burying his face in my neck. I can tell by the change in his rhythm that he’s close to losing control, and for some reason that turns me on even more. My belly is housing new waves, just as I come off the high from my last orgasm.
“Yes, Derrick. Give me your baby,” I whisper seductively as Derrick grits his teeth, his jawline tense with focus, his need for release controlling him completely.
“Oh fuck!” He grunts.
“You’re gonna cum for me,” I wrap my arms and legs tightly around his muscular body.
“Fuck! You drive me crazy!” He groans, slamming into at full speed now.
“Yes! Yes!” I yell with every thrust until he still inside of me, his cock twitches as he pumps me full of his creamy spunk.
We stay connected, wrapped around each other as he shoots off inside of me, his abs tense with a bit of a shiver as his orgasm rattles through him. I can feel the satisfaction as his body begins to relax. I love that I’m able to bring him such pleasure. Watching and feeling him cum is almost as enjoyable as finding my own release.
“I love you, baby,” I whisper on his neck, my lips tracing along the lines of his delicate skin.
“Ungh!” He grunts in response, the last of his of his juices released, as his cock spasms inside of me.
“I fucking love you, Alicia,” he finally answers before moving his lips to mine, kissing me passionately. I feel myself moving before I’m sure what’s happening, but Derrick is carrying me back to the bedroom.
Still treating me like a glass doll, he gently lies me on the bed, his cock still standing tall. I have no idea how he manages to stay hard after cumming in quarts, but I’m not complaining. I know now that he wasn’t playing, he’s going to sex me until the plane lands.
Standing over me, he looks down taking in my naked body as he strokes his cock. The visual turns me on so much I move my hands to my breasts and begin massaging myself as he watches in enjoyment.
“You’re so sexy,” he says while slowly shaking his head.
“Look who’s talking,” I smirk, rising my hand to run my manicured fingernails down his washboard abs.
“You know I’m not done with you, right?” He asks, running his finger down the center of my chest, right through my breasts.
“I was hoping you weren’t,” I bite my lip as his finger, trails down my belly, leading directly to my sex.
Making his way onto the bed, Derrick climbs between my legs, which open willingly and eagerly for him. Without hesitation or an ounce of teasing, he dives head first into my sex, licking my opening with that masterful tongue of his.
“Ahhh!” I moan, my back arching as my pelvis pushes into his face, begging for more. His lips wrap around my lower set of lips and suck gently before moving to my needy clit.
“I want more of you, baby,” I whine and he traces kisses up my body from my sex, across my belly, and then to my breasts, where he stops to pay extra attention again. Taking my nipple into his mouth, he first sucks gently, and then he grazes his teeth before increasing the suction, making me shriek from the pleasurable pain.
“Derrick!” I call out, and he moves to the other breast, repeating the same routine until I can take no more.
“You’re hot for me, baby,” he whispers as he crawls up, taking my mouth while positioning himself between my legs.
“I’m always hot for you,” I smile bashfully.
It’s the truth, I am always craving him, he’s m drug and I just can’t seem to get enough of him. These past days have been agonizing and not only for the obvious reason. Of course I felt awful for my deception, obviously I risked my career to show him how badly I felt about that. But another layer was having to deal without my daily fill of him. And thinking I might never be able to feel him again was completely devastating.
It’s hard to believe that all this is really happening right now. I’m on a plane for Christ’s sake! I private plane, as Derrick moves to make love to me. I know exactly how he’ll do it, because whenever he sexes me missionary style, it’s slow and intimate, honestly my favorite.
Dangerously slowly, he slides into my soaked pussy, hovering above me as he balances his weight on his elbows. His back dips, and his hips surge forward, surging deep inside me before slipping out so that only his tip remains inside, only to thrust back inside. Over and over he repeats this, tappin
g my hotspot each time he reenters me. God, it feels incredible.
“I love it like this,” I moan in his ear with my arms wrapped around his neck, my legs draped around his midsection.
“You feel amazing,” he groans while thrusting forward and I whine his name.
Yes, the waves are building again. And I don’t tell you this to make you jealous. I’m not trying to brag at all, but this man is a sex God, it’s indisputable. He owns my body with every move, pushing me from one orgasm to the next with ease. How can he manage this every time? It’s like he knows my body better than I know myself!
“Make me cum again, Derrick,” I moan into his ear, ready for another explosion.
“You know you will,” he whispers before taking my bottom lip between his teeth.
“God, you’re everything!” I cry, my body racing as his pace increases. Meeting him with every thrust, I grind my clit against his pelvis, pushing myself onwards.
“Ungh! Fuck, Alicia!” He grunts as his body begins to go animalistic, his hips rocking forward uncontrollably.
Our bodies are intertwined at every possibly opportunity, each of his racing forward, desperate for each other. Our tongues dance as we rock back and forth, thirty thousand feet in the air, on luxury linens. Just when the waves in my belly turn to that familiar fear of what’s to come next, Derrick moans in my ear, and the sound is so vulnerable, almost a squeal as he fights to stay in control. It pushes me to my limit and another orgasm shakes me to my core as I yell his name at the top of my lungs.
“I know what you like,” he says while wiping the stray hairs from my face and something about his cockiness sparks a desire in me. Squeezing my legs together, I twist my body to flip him onto his back before straddling his body, that monstrous cock still deep inside of me.
“And I know what you like,” I remind him as my hips begin to wind, my greedy pussy creaming down his shaft.
“Mmmm,” he moans, biting his bottom lip while raising his hand to cup my breast, his other hand resting on my hip as I rise up and down, my hips swiveling in a circular motion.
“Tell me you love me,” I say in a commanding voice, looking down at the satisfied look on Derrick’ face.