Executive Engagement

My whole life has drastically changed so much in the best way possible. Looking over to Derrick, I feel overwhelmed with happiness and a hunger for him. It’s been days since I felt him, which is the longest break for us since our first night together.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask, jolting Derrick from a faraway thought.

“I thought I was going to die when I jumped out the plane, and the only thing I was worried about was not being able to tell you how much I love you before I went,” he says with an intense look.

He’s become the most romantic man in the world and in that moment I know I can’t wait another second to have him. I want him right here on this plane.

“There’s a bedroom on this plane, right?” I bite my lip seductively when the mischievous grin spreads across his face.

“Are you trying to get inducted into the mile-high club, love?” He quips.

“Well, technically you’ve never even slept with Alicia. Wait,” I hold a finger to my chin as if I’m in deep thought before adding, “Alicia is still a virgin!”

“I can’t believe you’re mine. Finally,” he shakes his head in disbelief.

“All yours, Derrick Blaine,” I confirm before crawling onto his lap.

Pressing my lips to his, I feel so safe and comfortable. Even though we’re thirty thousand feet in the air, I feel right at home in Derrick’ lap. For a long moment we stare into each other’s eyes and I think we’re having the same thought – how is this even possible? For the two of us to have our dreams come true.

Derrick finally breaks our gaze, kissing me slowly, his tongue sliding into my mouth deliciously. Our heads tilt from one side to the other as our mouths dance together in a desperate harmony, our bodies craving each other.

“Come here,” he takes my hand before lifting me out of his lap and I follow him to the back of the ginormous plane.

“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.