22. AMANDA

I’ve been fantasizing about this since our encounter in the gardens. I never dreamed I’d be fulfilling it on a private jet flying over the Mediterranean.

Dante takes my head in his hands and pulls me gently to his lips. His fingers wind through my hair as our tongues meet and say hello for the third time today.

Everything that’s happened today, from seeing the Queen to decking a supermodel, has got me revved up like a NASCAR engine. And now that we’re engaged, I’m not holding anything back.

Well, except that. But Dante knows that, and we’ve got a lot of practicing to do for our wedding night.

My hands pull his polo shirt over his head with one smooth motion, exposing his iron physique. His pecs become my playground as I glide my hands over them and my mouth moves down to his nipples.

I have no idea if I’m supposed to be licking them, but Dante’s moans suggest that it’s okay with him.

Suddenly I want him to be totally naked in front of me, the way I was in front of him in the gardens. I reach for his belt and fumble with the notches before pulling it free of his slacks. Dante kicks off his deck shoes to help with the next part as I open the fly and yank them free of his legs.

My heartbeat rushes in my ears as I look at him, sitting on the sofa in only a pair of silk boxers. His shorts are straining against his huge, hard cock.

“You certainly do have a family sword,” I purr, reaching in through the fly and pulling his member free. I have a much better view of it this time: long and thick, veins visible under the gleaming skin. It bobs at my touch.

“And it’s all yours,” he breathes.

Our eyes meet as I begin to stroke all the way up to the head, then all the way down to the base. I can almost fit both my hands along the length of his shaft.

Even without touching myself, my panties are already damp.

Dante reaches down between groans and slides my sundress off my shoulders. I let go of him for a moment to wiggle out of the straps, allowing my tits to pop free. He looks at them lovingly.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he sighs as I return to his cock.

It’s all so new, but I want to try everything. Each time I touch him, it sparks a wave of pleasure in me. It’s like I’ve been on a diet all my life and suddenly I’m standing in front of an all-you-can eat buffet.

Without thinking, I lean down and kiss the thick tip. His groan makes my clit tingle, and I squeeze my thighs together to get the most of the feeling.

My mouth slides down over the head as my tongue explores the underside of his cock. The salty taste from the sweat of the day makes me want to take even more in my mouth. With each swirl of my tongue, I can feel Dante throb in my mouth.

My first ever blow job, and it’s on the most eligible bachelor in the world. And in a few days, he’s going to be my husband. The excitement almost makes me come just on its own.

He leans forward and pulls me upwards so that our eyes meet.

“Soon,” he says. “But not too soon.”

With that, he reaches behind me and unzips my dress. I stand up, letting in fall to the floor. His hands are on my panties immediately, pulling them off with no finesse whatsoever.

And that’s fine with me.

He stands and slips off his shorts so that the two of us are finally completely naked with each other.

His eyes roam over my body as he strokes my arms. I’ve never been so self-conscious. I mean, his last girlfriend was a supermodel. I’m just a cowgirl.

“Am I all right?” I whisper, shocked at how eager I am for his approval.

He smiles softly. “You’re more than all right,” he says. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

He pulls me to him. Our mouths meet as the skin of his cock presses against my mound. His hands gently squeeze my breasts, sending shockwaves of pleasure all down my body. Finally his tongue leaves mine and finds my nipples.

My moans spur him on to more action. He slides his cock back towards my clit, obviously remembering what it did to me in the gardens. But now the urgency is so strong I can’t hold off for more than a few seconds. I grip his shoulders as my hips buck against the pressure of his cock, my orgasm hitting me like a jackhammer.

I lose myself in the moment, allowing the strength of his arms to carry me through the waves, trusting him to hold onto me and never let go. I plant my face on the nape of his neck, trying to slow my breathing as the wave subsides.

“You’ve done that to me twice,” I pant. “I want to do it to you.”

His eyes light up as I say it. His eagerness turns me on even more, if that’s possible.

“I have an idea,” he says. “We can both do it to each other.”

He hasn’t forgotten the one road we can’t go down, has he? Then he lies down on the sofa and grabs me by the hips, and I realize what he’s doing.

I follow his lead, straddling him as I prop myself on my elbows in front of his cock. Having him so close to my opening makes me suddenly nervous – and insanely excited.

“I’m sorry I’m so wet,” I say. “You’re just so good at this…”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” he growls, grabbing my ass with his hands and pulling my mound down to his mouth. I practically explode from the heat when his lips touch me down there.

I never imagined anything could feel so good, so right.

My legs quiver as he works his tongue in and out of my slit, back to front, up and down. As he does, I draw his hard shaft into my mouth again, going down as far as I can. I take care of the rest of him with my hand, gripping the base of his cock and pumping it slowly.

Dante pulls his mouth off my pussy long enough to gasp. My body is already begging for his touch again, and he doesn’t leave me wanting for long. He comes back with a vengeance, pressing his tongue hard against my clit as his thumbs open me ever wider.

Is it like this for everyone? I thought I knew my way around my own pussy, but Dante is showing me a whole new world. My God, why did I wait so long? I never knew what I was missing.

As I feel my second orgasm building, I grab hold of his cock for dear life. I want so much to make him feel the same way he makes me feel.

“Amanda,” he groans. “God, that feels sooo good…”

I take it even deeper in my mouth, until I can’t possibly take any more. He responds by sucking my clit into his mouth, and the ecstasy almost makes me fall off the couch. I have to leave his cock behind for a second as I catch my breath, but I return to it as quickly as I can.

Dante’s hips start to move up and down, slowly, in time with my strokes. At the same time, I start to press downwards with my own hips in a rhythm that builds as the pressure of his tongue increases. The urgency increases until we’re both hammering home into the other’s mouth, building the waves until they finally come crashing against the shore.

I pull my mouth off his cock at the moment of my orgasm, gasping for air. As I do, I hear him groan loudly, inspiring me to pump him as hard and as fast as I can.

“Oh, God, Dante,” I pant. “Dante…”

With one final buck of his hips and a groan that sounds more like an animal’s grunt, he explodes into climax, his shaft throbbing like a heart in my hand.

I collapse on top of him like a rag doll, but he still has enough strength to lift me and position me so that we’re facing each other. His perfect chest hitches and jumps as he catches his breath.

“That was… incredible,” he huffs.

“Was it really?” I ask. The need in my own voice is startling.

“Really incredible.”

I stroke his chest as it rises and falls, kissing his nipples. He runs one hand through my hair as the other strokes my breasts.

A squawk of static comes over the radio, making me jump.

“Your Highness, Ms. Sparks,” says the pilot, Antonio. “We’re about to begin our descent into Morova. Please buckle in for the remainder of the flight.”

“I think I needed to be buckled in a while ago,” I say, pulling my panties back up onto my hips. Dante helps me with my sundress. The feeling of him seeing my naked body even after the deed is done makes this seem even more intimate.

He gets dressed quickly, like all guys do. A quick cleanup later and it’s like nothing ever happened. Which is good, because Marco chooses that moment to walk into the cabin. I don’t want to think about what would have happened if he’d gotten bored of his conversation with the pilots a few minutes earlier.

“Everything good in here, sir?” he says.

“Absolutely fantastic,” Dante says, glancing at me. “Couldn’t be better.”

Actually, it will be better. Just wait until Amandante’s wedding night.