Igniting the Passion With Mr White

by J A Fielding

  When their lips met, it was like a soft dance as their tongues slowly brushed against each other. He put his hand on the side of her face and tilted it to give her an even deeper kiss before he let his hand slowly drop onto her breasts. He wrapped his arms around her as she gave in to her body’s desires and began grinding on his leg.

  He pulled away for a few seconds and looked at her. He smiled and then went on to kiss her as he worked on undoing the clasp of her bra. She let out a soft moan when she felt her bra loosen around her ribs. He pulled the bra away from her and feasted his eyes on the taut nipples that had been well hidden by the fabric of her bra. He kissed her again as he began to tease her nipples by running his flicking fingertips on then. Her breathing became labored as she struggled to keep her cool in the heat of the moment.

  But what happened next really threw her over the edge. Mitchell pulled away from her lips and held her hand motioning for her to stand up. As if by telepathic communication, she stood up and he followed before pulling her dress down to reveal her long legs. She could have sworn she saw a half smile form on his lips as he looked at her now dressed in only a pair of panties and her shoes. Mitchell quickly took off his shirt and let it fall on the floor. She looked at him with half a mind to get his pants off but it was clear that she was not in the driver’s seat.

  Mitchell sat back down and tugged her hand. She straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted to kiss him again but again, Mitchell had other plans. He took one nipple in his mouth and sucked hard, making her moan loudly, so loud that Mitchell thought the pilot would be distracted. Her moans only made him want to suck her harder. He put a hand behind her and held her tightly as he let his tongue circle her breasts, knowing fully well that this was driving her crazy. When he finally pulled away, she gave him one of her sexy “fuck me” looks through partially closed eyes.

  Natasha was as hungry for him as he was for her. As they struggled to fit in the small seat, their lips continued to explore each other. Mitchell felt her suddenly tug at her belt before undoing his buckle. She unzipped his fly and let her hand seek out his now hard member. He moaned as he felt her small fingers slowly caressing his cock. She pulled away from him and stepped off the seat. She hated that he was still dressed, well mostly, while she was in nothing but the dress around her waist. She looked at him as she pushed the dress down off her waist, letting it gather around her ankles before she stepped out of it. She kicked off her shoes and then slowly got on her knees and helped him out of his pants. She did not have the patience to take them off all the way so she just let them hang around his ankles as she got closer to him. She could almost see the throbbing in his cock as he looked down at her, eager for her to begin whatever had caused her to get on the floor.

  Mitchell closed his eyes when she finally put her hand on his cock, slowly and softly caressing his length. She did that again before finally lowering her mouth to lick the head of his cock, He was not sure whether it was the fact that it had been a long time since this happened or if it was how good she was with her tongue. The fact was that he loved it, everything about what she was doing and how she was doing it. She again ran her tongue on the tip of his cock making his hardness ooze some pre-cum. He stifled a moan as she did it over and over again, teasing him and making him want to grab her head and just face fuck her right there.

  “Oh baby, please don’t stop,” he moaned when she suddenly took his entire length inside her mouth and sucked softly. She smiled as she took him out of her mouth and ran her tongue along the length of his cock before taking him inside her mouth again. She sucked him long and hard, making him moan loudly and hold on tightly to the sides of the seat.

  This was definitely one of the benefits of not flying commercial. There was no way they would have been able to kill the two birds with one stone. It was either giving in to their bodies’ desires or taking the flight. But here, in the Schmidt Airborne (as Nolan Schmidt had named it), they could do whatever they wanted to do, be whomever they wanted to be.

  She sucked him hard like there was no tomorrow, making him writhe as she went on. Natasha gave herself a mental pat on the back. He never writhed even when she thought she had outdone herself. She pulled him out of his mouth and looked at him, waiting. They were both holding their breath: Mitchell waiting to see what her next move would be and Natasha waiting to see how he would react when she pulled her next move. She ran her hand up and down his leg, making her way to his inside thigh, getting dangerously close to his cock. She suddenly ran her hand all the way down to his ankles and pulled his pants all the way off.

  “What…” Mitchell began asking before Natasha spread his knees. She looked at him and smiled as she moved closer and closer to him until she positioned his cock right in between her breasts.

  Mitchell was now certain that he had unleashed a madwoman. He closed his eyes as she held a breast in each hand and carefully began rubbing his cock. She had never done this before and he had always wondered what a boob job felt like, and now he knew. He was in heaven. Every minute she spent rubbing her soft mounds against his cock was a minute he wanted to explode. The sensation was, in a word, intense and by the way she was going, he was sure he would not last very long.

  He held her face in his hands and looked into her eyes. “Come up here,” he said in a whisper. She stood up and he wasted no time. He pushed her panties off and let them fall to the floor. “Mitchell, we are naked…” she whispered.

  “We will not be landing for at least two more hours,” he said smiling as he stood up and pushed her back in her seat. She smiled at him as she sat down. This time, it was evident that he was in control and there was no fighting him as he went right ahead and spread her knees. He got on the floor and knelt in between her legs.

  She knew exactly what he was up to and there was no stopping him. She closed her eyes and threw her head back as he began kissing her pussy, softly sucking on her clit. Natasha was having a hard time trying to keep her moans to herself. He was driving her to the point of no return and she was sure that she could not control her senses for much longer. Mitchell sucked and thrust his tongue deep into her hot depths, making her gasp and whimper as she approached orgasm.

  She suddenly jerked in her seat and Mitchell knew this was it. He raised a hand and cupped her breast as she writhed in the seat. She shivered and shook as she felt a surge of hot energy go through her as her climax took over. Mitchell pulled away and looked at her, smiling. He always loved looking at her when she was in this state, the state he had labored to get her in. When she finally stopped shaking, Mitchell took her in his arms and sat back in his seat, carefully positioning her legs on either side of his thighs. She held on to his neck as he guided his cock inside her.

  “Oh my….God…” she moaned in a whisper as she felt his cock getting deep inside her. She buried her head in his shoulder as he lifted her on and off his cock slowly. It was not only the sex that gave her this exhilarating feeling but also the fact that they were fucking with two people less than ten feet away. His strokes were getting harder and faster and soon he was slamming against her crotch like his life depended on it. She slapped a hand over her mouth and stifled a scream as she felt her second orgasm taking over. She breathed deep and hard as she felt herself releasing, her pussy pulsating around his cock. It did not take long before Mitchell got his own orgasm. He held her tightly and thrust into her harder than ever, in time with every gush of his cum.

  “Wow,” Mitchell said as he felt his cock slipping out of her.

  “Yeah wow,” she echoed as she got off his thighs. She wobbled onto her own seat before getting dressing. She was surprised the flight attendant had not come to check up on them. Maybe it was just their luck but she was not taking any chances.

  “You are dressing already?” he asked as he looked at her. She gave him a tired smile.

  “Right now, I want nothing more than to lie down and just sleep but we are almost there and Alanis might walk in,” she said as she
pulled her dress up. She noticed a smile playing on Mitchell’s lips. “What?” she asked.

  “You forgot your bra,” he said smiling. Natasha looked at her bra lying next to his feet and frowned.

  “Crap,” she said under her breath. She took the dress off again as she reached for her bra using her foot. Mitchell smiled and picked up his pants. She could tell by the way he moved that he felt the same way as she did. As they lazily got dressed, she could not help but think about what the rest of the weekend was going to be like. Their perfect romantic getaway had been delayed, yes, but it had started out so well, better than she would have even hoped.

  “Mr. and Mrs. Schmidt, please fasten your seat belts. We are about to touch down,” they heard Alanis’ smooth voice on the intercom. Mitchell looked at Natasha and smiled. He picked up his glass and raised it.

  “To us,” he said. Natasha smiled.

  “The glass is empty,” she said.

  “The gesture isn’t,” Mitchell said looking at her. Natasha took a glass and raised it before clinking it gently with his.

  “To us,” she said as the plane touched down. This was going to be one of those weekends you could not write home about but you sure had a desire to do so.

  Chapter 6

  When Mitchell and Natasha got to the chateau, they realized that Naima was right. This was in no way any comparison to Aspen. The area was beautiful, serene…just what they needed to get away from everything. The chateau was a lakefront property and the room they got had a perfect view of the lake. There was a fully equipped gym downstairs and a heated pool. When they got to their room, Natasha gasped. This was better than the presidential suite at the Four Seasons and with better scenery. She turned around and looked at Mitchell as he tipped the concierge.

  “This is the best delayed romantic getaway I have ever been on,” Natasha said with a smile. Mitchell closed the door and walked towards her, smiling.

  “I know, right? How about we make the best of it?” he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She smiled and gave him a quick kiss before pulling away from him. “Hey? I thought we were going to make the best of it,” he said as he pouted the same way Alexis would when she did not get her way. Natasha laughed.

  “First, I need to check up on our daughter,” she said as she walked over to the bed and opened her suitcase. Mitchell frowned when he noticed she had managed to sneak in her laptop.

  “I thought we said no computers,” he said as he walked over to the bed.

  “We did, but this is not for work. I just want to Skype your parents and mine. See how everything is,” she said as she entered her password. Mitchell sat down and looked into her eyes.

  “Fine. Just this time, I will let you get away with it,” he said, wagging his index finger at her. She smiled as she waited for Mitchell’s mother to pick up.

  “Natasha, darling. How are you doing?” Mitchell’s mother said in a cheerful voice.

  “I’m good. How are you doing? How is the little lady treating you?” she asked.

  “She has been great, a bit jumpy but who’s complaining? It’s good to have the pitter patter of little feet around the house again,” she said. Natasha smiled. “Mitchell’s father is the one not coping so well,” she added. Natasha frowned.

  “Why? What happened?” she asked, concerned.

  “It’s nothing to be concerned about. He was like that with Mitchell and his sister too.” Natasha shook her head.

  “Like what?” she asked. Mrs. Schmidt smiled and shook her head.

  “Over exerting himself, playing with the kids only to tire himself out. Never mind about him. He is just taking his fourth nap of the day. He should be fine,” she said, smiling. Natasha laughed and then breathed a sigh of relief. “Where is my boy anyway? Are you not with him or did he leave you again to go to some meeting?” Mrs. Schmidt asked. Natasha giggled. That was so Mitchell.

  “I’m right here, Mother, and I am no longer your ‘boy,’” Mitchell said as he leaned forward to make his face visible to his mother. “I am a married man and the father of your granddaughter. Remember her? Alexis? Oh yeah, you have her in your house right now,” Mitchell said in a cynical voice. “Boy,” he said under his breath.

  “Honey, you are a father now and you’ll see. Even when Alexis is in her forties, she’ll still be your little girl,” Mrs. Schmidt said, smiling. “So, how is Aspen?” she asked. Mitchell looked at Natasha and smiled.

  “Actually, we are not in Aspen,” Natasha said. Mrs. Schmidt frowned.

  “Really? What happened? Where are you?” she asked confused.

  “France,” Mitchell said proudly.

  “France?” his mother asked again.

  “Yes, Mother. France,” he confirmed. He looked at his mother as she tried to figure out the change of plans. “We had a last minute meeting this morning and long story short, we have a new client and this chateau in France was a favor from her,” he added. His mother smiled.

  “Enjoy the perks of the seat of power,” she said. Natasha giggled.

  “The seat of power?” she asked, looking at her mother-in-law who nodded.

  “Yeah. That was what my mother called it once. Anyway, you kids have fun. I need to check on the little lady. I love you darling and you too, my dear boy,” she said smiling. Mitchell frowned.

  “I love you too, Mother,” he said.

  “Yeah, bye Mrs. Schmidt,” Natasha said before she signed out. She looked at Mitchell and smiled.

  “Don’t you dare,” he said in a warning tone. She smiled and shrugged as she dialed her father’s number.

  “I was not going to say anything,” she said as she waited for her dad to pick up.

  “You better not because when you hang up I will show you just what this boy can do to you,” he said as he gently touched her thigh. She smiled at him just as her father picked up.

  “Hey there, stranger,” she said with a smile. “I have missed you,” she added.

  “Hi sweetie. How is Aspen?” Eric asked. Natasha looked at Mitchell and smiled.

  “Actually Eric, we had a change of plans. We are in France,” Mitchell said. Eric smiled.

  “Do I really need to ask?” Eric asked. Natasha rolled her eyes and smiled.

  “It’s a long story, Daddy. But how are you? How is Nan?” she asked.

  “Yeah, Eric. Where is Estelle?” Mitchell asked.

  “Who knows? Grocery shopping or bible study…one of the two places. I was at work when she left,” Eric said. “And how is Alexis dealing with the other grandparents?” he asked. Natasha laughed.

  “Apparently my dad is not as energetic as you are,” Mitchell said.

  “Really? Why? What makes you say that?” Eric asked. “I mean, I know I am the younger one and the one who is more physically fit,” he added quickly. Natasha looked at Mitchell and shook her head. It was just like her father to have an unnaturally high self esteem.

  “He has to keep on taking power naps to keep up with Alexis,” Mitchell said, laughing. Eric laughed.

  “Yeah. It takes a special kind of tolerance to keep up with her,” he said. “So, how is France so far?” he asked. Natasha smiled.

  “Wait. I want to show you something,” she said as she picked up her laptop and walked to the window. She pointed the camera outside so Eric could see the lake.

  “Okay, I know I am not supposed to be jealous of my daughter but I officially am,” Eric said. Natasha heard him take a long deep breath. “It is breathtaking,” he said in a whisper.

  “I know. I should bring you over,” Natasha said as she turned the laptop to face her. “Anyway, I was just checking up on you guys. Say hi to Nan when she gets back. I’ll see you guys next week,” she said.

  “Sure. We can do dinner when you two get back,” Eric said. Natasha looked at Mitchell and then smiled.

  “Sounds great, Dad,” she said.

  “Yeah Eric. Can’t wait,” Mitchell said. “But Estelle has to make her awesome Peking pie. I can never have eno
ugh of it,” he added. Eric laughed and nodded.

  “Will do. Stay safe,” he said. Natasha nodded.

  “You too. I love you,” she said.

  “Love you too,” Eric said before hanging up. Natasha shut down her laptop and looked at Mitchell.

  “I need a shower,” she said.

  “I’ll come with you,” Mitchell said excitedly. Natasha looked at him and shook her head. “Why?” he asked as he looked at her.

  “Because a shower with you means sex and I have a few things in mind before I fuck the living daylights out of you,” she said with a smile.

  “Really? Any spoilers?” he asked. She smiled and shook her head.

  “Let’s just say that one of your old girls will be making a comeback,” she said. Mitchell closed his eyes and smiled.

  “Which one? Shower cop? My Dandelion?” he guessed. Natasha walked towards him and placed the laptop on the nightstand before giving him a long kiss, one that made him hard all over again.

  “You are not that far off but you are not right either,” she said before disappearing into the bathroom.

  Mitchell smiled to himself. Sometimes when people told him how lucky he was, he just thought they were being nice but at times like right now, he knew that there was no way he could have ever found anyone who would be better than Natasha. She was the complete package. She was a beautiful African American woman who had both brains and a hot body. She had given him everything he could ever want: a happy and perfect marriage, a beautiful baby girl and she was rocking the corporate world. Who could ever have all that in just one package? You had to be extremely lucky, or God himself.

  He sat on the edge of the bed and kicked off his shoes. He could not help but smile to himself when he recalled their airborne sex. They should have been busted. They actually came very close to being busted but it did not matter. It was worth it. He would not even have cared if they were busted because after all, Natasha was his trophy wife.