The car was still running when they got back out to it and she felt a relief lifted off her shoulders. It was done; for better or for worse, it was done. The way he looked at her and started trying to pull the buttons off the back of her dress, it was going to be for the better. Another sense of relief was gone when he pulled the outer part out that had her bound in place. Dahlia had found it hard to breathe and it was like he just knew. “Oh, thank you.”
“I never understood why women wear that kind of stuff.”
“To look good for you of course.”
“You couldn’t look any better to me than you do right now. I wish you knew how sexy you are. I can’t wait to get you home and ravish every inch of that body of yours. My body now.”
His words of possession made her shiver. It was the hard look that replaced the one of lust for a moment that bothered her more. He really was jealous it seemed. “Are you sure you want to wait till we go all the way back home to Chicago? I mean, it sure is a long way and a long time to wait.”
Charles moved to kiss her, pulling her onto his lap. She was wearing only her slip, garter belt, stockings and heels. Her soft core was only two very flimsy layers of material between them and she whimpered as he ground her against his stiffness. “I would love nothing more than to take you right here and now, but I just want the first time to be special.”
She nodded, though she figured any moment that he was touching her was going to be special. She whimpered as his hands touched the wetness between her legs. Before she had stopped him, but Dahlia suddenly didn’t want to say no to her husband. She said the title again in her mind, liking the way it sounded.
Charles delved underneath her silk panties and growled when his fingers came in contact with her wetness. “You are always so wet for me. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around my shaft.”
His fingers pressed in deeper, widening her tightness with his thick digits. He rubbed her like he was the master of her and she could do nothing but lay there and take it. Her screams were silenced by the dividing glass in the front, but even then, the driver heard every last moan as she came against his strumming hand. “Yes, Charles, mmmm yes. Please don’t make me wait anymore. I need to feel you inside of me now!”
He moved his hand away. She whined with the loss, but was thankful that she could think again. Her own hands were wrapped around his neck, but suddenly one went between their bodies. She gripped the hardness in his pants, sliding closer to his knee to give herself more room and to be able to see what she was doing.
“Help me please, baby. I want to touch you so bad.” Her hands trembled, making it almost impossible to take them off. He shook his head and grabbed her hips instead to grind her against him.
“I can’t let you do that or I won’t be able to wait.”
She pouted, sliding off of him as the car stopped in front of the plane. They would be there before she knew it, Dahlia kept reminding herself. She did grab a glass of wine as soon as she was aboard though, eying Charles from a safe distance away. Her senses could not take another onslaught from him, especially if she wasn’t going to get what she really needed.
“Are you going to stay away from me all night? Come here baby, I want to touch you and love on you.”
She shook her head no like she didn’t believe him. Charles waited for her to change her mind and when she didn’t do it fast enough, he hauled her up against him. Another kiss and she was lost in his touch. “Please, Charles. I can’t wait.”
Chapter 8
Charles was sick of waiting too. He was still trying to remember why he had wanted it to be at home so badly. He pulled her down into the chair with him and Dahlia scooted off of his lap, sliding down to her knees in front of him. She had only one thing on her mind, his manhood that he had promised her that she had yet to see. Dahlia didn’t know why she needed to see it so badly, but when he didn’t stop her, his rigid cock was quickly pushing up against the flap that held him contained. When she pulled it back, he surged through the hole in the front of his boxers, dripping with need.
It was worth the anticipation and the width made her squeeze her thighs together with the idea of him inside of her. She started to question if she would be able to handle him all night long. Dahlia couldn’t wait to try. His blue eyes followed her mouth as she moved closer to his pulsing length. Her tongue came out and made one long lick up his shaft, tasting the salty liquid that oozed from the slit. He was just as ready as she was, just as sensitive.
“Damn, Dahlia.” His hands went to her face, lifting her chin up so that he could see her eyes as she engulfed the head into her hot mouth. She moaned and let the sound reverberate around his shaft. Stretching her jaw wide, she was unable to get more than half of him in her mouth, her throat stopping any further inches. She pulled back out, sucking him hard as she pulled him out slowly. His eyes were slightly closed and his hips shook with the need to thrust forward.
“It is so big. You weren’t kidding were you?”
“Nope and I was not joking about my stamina either. I hope you're ready for it.”
Dahlia questioned if she really was. Her throat accepted more as he pushed a little with his hips. He filled her mouth up so quickly that she was overtaken with the large meat in her mouth. Everything about him was overwhelming and as he rutted into her mouth, her throat muscles collapsed on his crushing cockhead. He growled above her and she took the sound as an urging that couldn’t be vocalized. Every noise out of his mouth, made her that much wetter and that much needier.
She pulled off of him, fighting the hand that pressed her down onto his fat cock. She couldn’t breathe and when he finally let her up, she sputtered from the pressure on her throat. Coughing, she took several breaths before her dark eyes met his. She stood up and straddled Charles as he sat in the chair. She still had something between them, but the wet panties did not give either one of them much protection.
He groaned, his eyes wild as he looked down at her covered core crushing his length underneath her. Her round ass moved her body up and down, pinning him beneath her. “Are you sure you want to wait, my love. You could be inside of me in seconds.”
Charles didn’t know what to say. She didn’t give him time to answer though, her hips rolling her own core against him. His length was so hot underneath her, the wet panties only make the heat sear through even easier. Her breathing became panicked and before he could stop her or she could stop herself, her bouncing slowed down and she shook against him.
Dahlia’s body squirmed above him and he could feel her new dampness against his shaft. His eyes closed and he felt every shudder and drop of cum that came out of her. When she finally opened her eyes to the man underneath her, they were filled with unbridled passion. Dahlia moved forward to kiss him, her lust slacked for a moment as she tried to recover from the way he made her feel.
Moving off of him, she sat in the seat right across from Charles. His eyes had darkened and he watched every nuance as she moved. It was hard not to be intimidated by his look and the raging cock that stood proud in between his legs. She wondered how much longer he could hold out or how much longer she could. The throbbing was soon back and instead of getting back on him, she decided to sit back in her seat.
Pushing her fingers between her wet lips, she moaned as her hand touched the sensitive nub at the top of her slit. It was too much and she closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, he was standing over her, his hand stroking the hard length. “My turn, Dahlia.”
His hand covered hers and he started to shimmy with her. Dahlia jumped with the sudden intense stimulation, her mouth moving forward, dying for a taste of him. It seemed only fair and though he looked like he was going to stop her, she moved past his feeble attempt to ward her off. He was dying for it just as much as she was and she was willing to do anything to push him to give her what she wanted. Dahlia needed him right that instant.
Moving forward, she moaned as she tasted his flesh, her tongue swirling on the shaft as he moved closer. His hand still took in her wetness, but it was slowing as she leaned in to take him deeper in her mouth. It was amazing, the way he felt in her throat and the way the touch sent shivers straight to her core. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, the pull she had to him.
Dahlia sucked hard, her hand now focused on the base of him that she couldn’t fit inside of her mouth. She moved at a frenzied pace, trying to push him over the edge. If he wouldn’t be inside of her, she could at least get a full taste of him. Dahlia willed cum out, her hand rolling and tugging on his heavy balls. She heard him half-shout, and she flooded again.
Charles was beside himself, not knowing what to do. His fingers delved in Dahlia’s tiny braid, gripping her head hard as he started to take over the pace, rutting into her opened mouth. Dahlia’s jaw was sore from being opened so wide, but she merely stuffed as much as she could in between her lips. She could feel her throat muscles convulsing around his length, driving them both wild.
The pulling turned to pushing and she whimpered as he moved away. His eyes were fixed on the apex between her thighs. Her lipstick was smeared off of her face and she breathed deeply, waiting for him to make the next move. Dahlia had been so close to getting the taste she needed so badly.