“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, tapping 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.
“You know I love you,” he keeps biting his bottom lip, both of his hands now filled with my breasts.