SEBASTIAN DOWNS
“Can I get you two anything?” the flight attendant asks hovering over us.
“No, we’re good for the remainder of the trip. Why don’t you have a seat and enjoy the flight?” I ask, dismissing her as smoothly as I know how.
There are other things I have in mind for this trip and no one should witness them.
The woman smiles politely before making her way to the front of the private jet.
“Nice job buying us some time,” my wife speaks up beside me.
When I turn my eyes on her, a radiant smile greets me along with desire burning in her jade eyes.
For her birthday, I’d surprised her with a trip back to the island where it all started. The kids are staying with their Aunt Winnie for a week, allowing us some much-needed grown-up time.
“I’m still amazed that you pulled this off. Everything from requesting extra days off for me at the nursing home to locking in Winnie for the babysitting. You never cease to amaze me with your thoughtfulness.”
Olivia brushes her fingers over the stubble present at my jaw and smiles at me fondly. “I love you.”
There isn’t a second of hesitation with my response. “I love you, too.”
With everything I have.
More than ten years together and my love for her only grows with each passing day. So does my desire.
My erection is tightening the crotch of my pants, eager for release.
Which reminds me…
“I want you,” I tell her bluntly.
Cute pretenses have no place in our marriage. We always say what’s on our mind. And right now, I have a one-track mind because all I can think about it is pulling her down on my cock as she rides me forty-thousand feet in the air.
Smirking, Olivia meets my gaze and raises the armrest between our seats. “Looks like we’re on the same wavelength because I want you too.”
“Take off your panties,” I make my first command.
A daring gleam enters her eyes before she reveals, “I’m not wearing any.”
“Fuck,” I say raggedly.
Olivia’s face reflects satisfaction for rattling me.
“Come here,” I demand pulling her onto my lap in one swift motion.
“What are you doing, Mr. Downs?” she asks feigning surprise.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Mrs. Downs.”
No matter how many times I say it, I’m still in awe that this incredible woman is my wife. She’s perfect in every way and for some reason she loves me.
I move her short skirt up and out of the way, baring her to the cool air on the plane. Her slit is already glistening and ready for me but I want to test her first anyway.
With two of my fingers buried deep inside of her, she rises and falls against my hand to chase her orgasm. When she comes, it’s with a sigh and bliss washes over her perfect features.
I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.
Putting her back on the seat beside me, I rip open my zipper and push my jeans down my legs as fast as humanly possible. My insatiable cock springs free and slaps my abdomen as Olivia’s eyes take in my girth as if it’s the first time she’s ever seen me.
She stands and moves over me without me having to ask, her curvy thighs straddling my lap as she sinks down lower to take all of me inside of her soaked tunnel.
Once she’s fully lowered herself, she pauses with her mouth forming a perfect “O” and grabs onto my shoulders to steady herself.
“Sebastian,” she groans throatily.
Her hips are fuller now, thanks to carrying my children, and so damn sexy. I grab on to her and start moving her body up and down. The pace is torturously slow at first, but I refrain from increasing the pace too fast.
Olivia’s head falls back as she rides me slowly, lost in our lustful bubble.
She feels amazing, her pussy clamped snugly around my length. We’re the perfect fit. Her unique scent is starting to permeate the air around us as her soft thighs collide with mine every time she moves on me.
I could spend the rest of my life buried inside of this woman and it still wouldn’t be enough.
She drives me crazy but in the best way. There is no other woman on this earth who could do for me what she does so effortlessly.
“Harder,” Olivia pleads, her body leaning against the chair in front of me.
My grip around her waist tightens as soon as she gives her command and then I’m pumping into her. The momentum of my strokes matches the intensity of my need for her and I pull her tight body down faster and harder.
“Yes!” she moans, grinding her hips into the thrusts.
That’s the last straw for me. I need to be deeper, closer to her.
From my seated position, I begin pounding upward, my hips moving with piston-like precision to drive into her wetness. Her tight walls contract around me, sapping me of my energy but I keep at it with fervor as need courses through me.
Olivia is barely able to catch her breath as she rocks up and down on me, but from the way she’s biting her lip I can tell she’s nearing another orgasm. Ever the overachiever, I steady her with one hand and my fingertips seek out her engorged clit.
Her movements turn jerky with the added stimulation and I know it won’t be long. But I want to come with her so I increase the tempo of our rocking motion once again.
“Olivia, you’re so fucking good, baby,” I grind out between thrusts. She feels so damn good and she’s milking me for everything I have.
“God, you’re going to make me come so hard, Bash,” she whines, reaching down to cover the hand that’s fondling her clit. “Don’t stop. I love it too much.”
Those words spur me on, making my movements frenzied and desperate. I need to come inside of her and mark her as mine as I always do.
“I want another baby,” I blurt spontaneously.
My wife’s movements slow but she doesn’t stop moving, not daring to suspend our lovemaking.
“What did you say?”
“A baby,” I breathe harshly. “I want you pregnant with another one of my kids.”
Her eyes darken at my clarification and out of nowhere, Olivia’s thighs begin trembling as she surrenders to her orgasm. I watch pleasure consume her and the ecstasy on her face pushes me over the edge in conjunction with the spasms tightening her pussy around my dick in a vice grip.
I come hard, grunting into her mouth as she leans down to kiss me. Fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs, I continue shooting my seed inside of her until there’s nothing left to give.
Spent, I fall back against the cushion of the seat and pull her with me.
“I love you,” she sighs and the words tumble out of her mouth as easily as the breath filling her lungs.
“Does that mean the answer is yes?” I ask dropping a lazy kiss against her nose as our foreheads meet.
Still heaving, Olivia simply nods, moving both of our heads with the action.
“I can’t say no to you,” she confesses. “Especially not when making babies is so fun with you.”