by Mona Cox
My heart races fast as I try to wrap my mind around the fact that something as big as his throbbing member has already been inside of me, that huge head of his pushing against my folds and stretching me wide. I’m the luckiest woman in the world, there’s no denying it.
With that mental image engraved in my mind, I start unbuttoning his pants, brushing my fingers over his boxer briefs. My heart is drumming anxiously inside my chest, and I slide my hand under his underwear, my fingers curling around his member as if they have a life of their own. I start stroking him in all his length, going over from his tip to his root; I can’t wait to feel each and every inch of his cock deep inside of me.
If we keep going at it like this he’s going to ruin me, I just know it. Now that there’s nothing in our way, it’s just impossible for me to keep my hands off of him. And that sounds so good. What could possibly be better than having my body completely destroyed by Derek’s massive cock? Not many things, I’d wager.
I caress his balls with my other hand, still grasping his cock tight while I move my hand up and down, from his tip to the base, marveling at his size. I need it inside of me again. I need that as much as I need air to breathe and my heart to beat. It would be a sin to waste such a majestic gift, don’t you think?
He nibbles at my lower lip, his hands going down my cheeks and neck to the round mounds of my breasts, grabbing and squeezing gently. Possessed by what I’d describe as an insatiable hunger for my breasts, he slides the shoulder straps of my dress down my arms and then leans into me and starts sucking on my right nipple, pulling down the cup of my bra and holding it in place with his long fingers. I can’t help but moan as his tongue dances in circles around it, lapping at it endlessly.
Derek leans into me, his lips against my ear, and he whispers.
“I can’t get enough of you, Alicia. And I’m going to fuck you very, very hard.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks as he says it, and I almost come at his words. Really. Having Derek whisper those things at me is better than almost everything I have experienced during my short time here on this Earth. I could have him perched on my shoulder 24/7 whispering those things at me, and I would never get tired of it. Only problem I can see with that is that I would spend the whole day completely wet. But then again, that sounds just about perfect.
I don’t even know how it's possible for me to be so damn wet. Is it possible to die of dehydration this way? Mm, well, I guess not; my whole body is still aching for him, so I’m still with the living…!
Derek pushes me down on the long side-seat, his hands darting to my back and lodging themselves there. In a sudden movement he is on top of me, our bodies pressed against each other as we kiss. Am I still alive? Have I died and gone up to heaven? As he sucks and licks my nipple I can’t help but wonder if paradise is just that—Derek sucking and nibbling at my tits. Sign me up for it if I’m right.
He squeezes my breasts hard as he sucks on them; then one of his hand goes down my belly, and still over the fabric of my dress, he presses it over my eager pussy, rubbing it slowly with just the tip of his fingers. I grind against his hand, swaying my hips and trying to sate the aching desire my insides feel for him. Damn, I can feel every nerve ending in my body yearning for his cock. After being with someone as big as he is, I can’t help but feel lucky I’ll be his forever… I doubt I’d ever find someone capable of bringing me such pleasure. Not to mention he’s not only big… He actually knows how to use it. It’s not hard to understand why so many people envy him; he’s rich, well endowed, and above all, he’s a true expert. A master of the trade.
His hand goes down my waist and he slides it under my dress, his fingers hiking up to my thong; with a flick of his fingers, he pushes the small string of fabric to the side and brushes one finger slowly against my clit. I shudder and exhale sharply as he presses down on it. Damn, it’s like being hit by lightning. I can’t see, I can’t speak, I can’t hear—all that I feel are his fingers slowly stroking my pussy.
I thrust my hips upwards against his hand; I can’t handle all this teasing, I really can’t. I’m going to die of anticipation. Then, as if he’s capable of hearing my thoughts, he pushes my hips down onto the seat, the palm of his hand pressing hard against my pussy. He lets one finger go inside of me in an upward motion, and before I can even let out a heartfelt moan, he has his thumb over my clit again.
He lets go without a warning, the absence of his touch almost too painful to endure.
Getting up, he grabs my hand and makes me stand; with a sudden movement, he has me pinned against the curved wall of the jet.
I close my eyes as he runs his hands through my hair and pushes it back. We stand there in a silence only broken by the steady hum of the engines, our bodies brushing against each other as we just savor that sweet closeness.
When I open my eyes I see him looking at me, his lips slightly parted as if he’s lost in a daze. My hands go to his chest, my fingertips feeling the rough outline of his muscles with deliberate care. He’s so perfectly sculpted that I believe not even the renaissance masters of old would be able to sculpt him in all his glory.
He reaches for my mouth with his, kissing me in abandonment. My heart flutters as I kiss him back, my lips submitting to one of the absolute best moments of my life. I could stay here forever, lost in this sweet trance.
Now, don’t laugh at me, but I’ve always wanted to do it during a flight. I don’t know, I always thought there was something romantic and wild about being part of the mile high club.
His hands go down the side of my body and I tremble in anticipation, feeling his fingers stop at my waist and then make their way under my dress and up to between my thighs. Once again I quiver as he presses down on my clit, the gentle warmness of his fingers making my body feel light and relaxed.
Softly, he parts my outer lips with a slow flick of his fingers, and I gasp as he slides one inch of his finger inside me. Slowly, he feeds it into me, each inch drawing a trembling moan out of my lips.
“Oh, my…” I start, but he doesn’t let me finish it. The words die in my throat as he slides one more finger deep inside me in a hook motion, going straight for a secret spot I didn’t even know existed inside me. It’s like he knows my body better than I do, as absurd as that sounds. He presses there, making my whole body burn; my muscles tense up as he rubs his finger deep inside me, and I arch my back as something snaps in me and ecstasy floods my mind.
I never thought I’d be a screamer before I met him, but as he fingers me hard to the point of oblivion and I come, there’s little else I can do but scream as loud as possible. Self-knowledge at its best: I’m a screamer indeed, and a pretty good one at that.
I reach for his cock, grasping it tightly in my trembling fingers, and I immediately know what I want to do.
I make him switch places with me and then fall to my knees, his cock dangerously close to my lips as I stroke him. He leans back against the wall, his hands resting on the top of my head, and I relish at the feeling of absolute control. He’s mine… He’s mine for me to do whatever I want to.
I part my lips and let my tongue out, flicking it against his glans; it’s warm and big, and I have to resist the urge to simply have him inside my mouth at once. But no, I have to take my time. I want to drive him completely mad and show him that I can tease and torture just as well as he can.
Somehow, I can’t help but feel the importance of proving myself to him. It seems that I take as much pleasure from seeing him climax as I do from orgasming myself. His pleasure is my pleasure.
I part my lips and brush them softly against him, the salty flavor hitting me at once. I want to have him inside my mouth so bad it’s unreal… God, my heart is tight in anticipation.
I fight back against my eagerness and I lick all his length, my tongue going down his shaft and then back up again, circling around his tip. I lay my lips there once more, gently sucking on his head, and I can’t take it anymore; I open my mouth wide and let him slide in ov
er my tongue. In a second my mouth is filled with him, his thickness almost too much for me. I have to force my jaw open so that all of him fits, and I can barely do anything with him inside my mouth besides slowly bobbing my head back and forth. And that’s exactly what I do, a shiver going down my spine as I feel that delicious member of his being engulfed by my lips.
My hands grab at his firm ass, pulling him in and swallowing his cock down my mouth. I lap with my tongue at his shaft, sucking eagerly and relishing every single second as I stroke him hard, my wrist flicking up and down in a flowing motion.
His fingers tighten on my head, grasping at locks of my hair, but he makes no pressure there; he lets me go at my own pace. I start going faster then, my hand stroking him at the same time that I suck him. I try to go deep, but his 12 inches make it almost impossible for me. I try all the same, my mind ordering me to leave nothing on the table.
As I start to go faster, his hands start guiding me at the same time he thrusts into my mouth ever so slightly. I look up at him and he grins at me, a flash of pleasure brightening his face; I can only imagine how it must be for him to see me there, on my knees, his huge cock inside my mouth.
I’m ready to go all the way, to not stop until he comes, but he has other plans. I almost feel sad as he pushes my head back and makes his cock pop out of my mouth; grabbing my wrists, he makes me get up then. In a heartbeat he has me pinned against the wall once again, holding both my arms above my head as he kisses down my neck and heads straight to my nipples. I moan as he sucks on them, my whole body buzzing.
Letting go of my arms, he lets his hands fall to my waist and he slowly goes down to his knees. Is he going to do what I’m thinking? Oh, yes… Yes, he is.
He takes one hand of his and puts it under my leg, just below my ass, and makes me raise it. Holding me like that, he lifts my dress up to my waist and pushes my thong to the side; he leans into me and has his tongue trace the contour of my folds with maddening patience, just stopping for one moment to flick it at my clit.
He goes on like that until I can’t bear it any longer; I thrust my hips against his mouth and, instead of fighting it, he lets himself go all in. He wraps his lips around my pussy, sucking hard on my outer lips as he rubs his thumb around my clit. I throw my head back against the wall and moan hard, feeling my whole body shiver as my mind goes numb with ecstasy.
Where has he been all of my life? I was nothing before I met him.
I grab his hair with such strength I’m amazed he doesn’t say a thing. But he doesn't’ complain: he simply redoubles his efforts as he devours me. I press my pussy against him wildly as I hold his head in place, not believing what I’m doing. This wasn’t like me, to be overtaken by desire in such a way... But then again, I never had someone like Derek, someone who knows exactly what he’s doing.
I would be counting my blessings right now if it weren’t for the fact that my mind has simply decided to shut itself off.
Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks eagerly as he holds me down with his forearm over my waist. As he sucks, he lets one finger of his slide inside me and starts fingering me slowly, each coming and going motion of his making me purr anxiously. I can feel my body already starting to sweat.
In an instant, there’s one more finger inside of me, and before I can prepare for it, he slides a third one. I don’t know how that’s even possible… But seeing that I already had Derek’s cock inside me before, it’s not that hard to believe after all.
He strokes me slowly, his movements gentle and patient, keeping a rhythm that makes that slow mounting pressure spread all over my body and coat every single one of my senses. My hands start grabbing at random locks of his hair in abandonment as electricity bites at me, clawing under my skin at my taut muscles. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, the universe exploding inside my head.
My arms shake and tremble, flaying wildly; if he wasn’t holding me against the wall, I’m sure I would simply collapse onto the floor. As it is, I remain in place, delight coursing through me with such intensity I can’t even remember my own name or where I am.
He takes his fingers out of me and I quiver as he does it. Placing my hands under his chin, I make for him to get up; standing tall, he grabs my head with smooth gentleness and kisses me softly. I can feel my own scent still dancing in his lips, and it simply drives me completely crazy.
“Tired, babe?” he asks me, that grin of his telling me there’s more to come. I don’t even have the strength to speak, so I just shake my head. Tired…? Hello…? Of course I’m tired! But I’ll never tire of him and his body. Oh, no, I’ll fight through tiredness as long as his body is close to me; I’ll push myself to the brink of exhaustion and then I’ll just keep pushing further.
Without even letting me catch my breath, he makes me raise my leg once more, and before I know it, he pushes my thong to the side and has his glans brushing over my outer folds. I expect for him to enter me with one simple and quick thrust, but he simples holds his position there. I feel his cock pulsing in aching desire, and I have to admire the ability he has to take his time and drive me mad.
I push his pants down his legs and my trembling fingers start unbuttoning his shirt frantically. I need to feel every single inch of him on me.
With my arms over his shoulders, I thrust my hips at him, begging him with my body to have at me. But he resists, matching my thrust with a backward motion, and simply continuing to brush his tip against me once more, up and down, up and down.
I can’t take it, I really can’t. I need to feel him inside of me and I need it now. You would understand if you were in my shoes, but then again, you aren’t. And that’s a good thing, since I don’t want you anywhere close to Derek.
“Anxious, are we, love?” he asks me teasingly. I nod in desperate agreement. I never felt like this before; my muscles are tense and my insides seem to be burning. And to have him so close to me and yet doing nothing… The outer limits of my mind are stretching and I can feel something in me about to snap.
“Derek… Please…” I moan, still trying and thrusting my hips at him.
“You look so cute when you’re begging, love,” I hear him saying, but I can barely understand what the words mean. My mind is exploding, and all rationality is slipping away from me.
“Please…” I beg. “Please…”
He gives me half an inch of his cock and I feel my whole body trembling frenetically.
“More…”
One inch in and my pussy is tight like a vice around his cock. I push my body forward, but he resists my advances, feeding his cock into me so slowly even time seems to be distorting around me. When I think he’s about to let it go all in, he pulls back, starting the process all over again.
“No…” I cry out, my fingernails clawing at his back.
“If that’s what you want,” he whispers, caressing the back of my neck with the tip of fingers.
He thrusts into me with such force that fireworks go off behind my eyelids. I’m gritting my teeth now, a fire running through my limbs. He starts to thrust hard, his hips slapping against mine in a furious rhythm of flesh-on-flesh.
He keeps going for God knows how long, his body tirelessly punishing mine. I have to grab the headrest of a seat to hold my position against the wall, such is the sweet fury that he is unleashing on me.
I can feel the trepidation of the plane increasing, and I can’t help but wonder if we’re the ones causing it. As he starts to quicken his pace, his cock completely destroying me, the turbulence starts to grow stronger; I guess I had that one right. Hard fucking equals hard turbulence.
I grab at the seat harder, fighting against the turbulence as the plane rocks harshly from side to side. For a fraction of a second, my heart skips a beat as I imagine us plummeting to the ground, but then I forget all about it. It’s hard to think of anything when Derek's naked body is pressed tight against me.
The trepidation is making all my muscles buzz, and I tighten my pussy around his cock wi
th violent harshness. That only makes him go harder, his coming and going motion making the whole cabin sway.
One hard and final thrust and his cock lodges itself deep inside me, his tip pressed tight against my G-spot. Just like that, I explode. One more hard and deep thrust and I come in an instant, a maddening scream escaping my mouth and filling the entire cabin. I feel my inner walls spasming around his cock, but instead of stopping, he keeps thrusting at me unrelenting.
Still with my whole body buzzing, my limbs completely out of control, I raise my leg just a bit more, allowing him to go deeper inside me. Am I moaning or am I screaming? I don’t even know, and to be honest, I don’t care.
He keeps moving in and out of me as the orgasm still bites and claws at my mind, and I love him for it. I don’t want him to stop. Each thrust of his dilutes the whole world around me, and I feel myself being pulled into the depths of a world of pleasure I didn’t even know existed.
I lean into him, still with my eyes closed but looking for his mouth. He locks his lips on mine, our kiss growing wild and completely savage. Pulling back, he takes his lips to my neck and then whispers, “we’re just getting started.”
I nod, my head spinning with the promise of more as I feel the turbulence start to subside. Thank God, I didn’t want my first foray into the mile high club to be the last one.
He pulls me into him, and before I know it, he has me in his embrace. We kiss in abandonment as we stumble our way through the cabin, completely drunk with lust. With a growl, he throws me on top of the seat and I fall there, my trembling body pushing against the leather. With my back to him, I breathe out deeply as my body appreciates the fact that it can lie down at last. I feel exhausted, completely spent… And still, I want more. Much more.
He climbs on top of me, his fingers like hooks on my waist, and I jut my ass at him. I prop myself up on my elbows, feeling exposed in that position and loving it even more precisely because of it. I grab at the handholds of the seat as he smacks my ass with the back of his hands, and I wiggle my backside at him in tense anticipation. With a quick motion of his hands, he grabs my thong and pulls it down my legs. My whole body shakes as I feel the fabric of it brushing down my skin.
