Chapter 7
Meirna
Bright and not so bushytailed, Bobby and I boarded a private jet at four in the morning like he promised.
The bright part was that I was finally visiting the European gem that holds medieval architecture and has been visited by famous composers such as Beethoven and Mozart.
That’s covered in majestic snow, bustling with people and vendors, decorated in everything Christmas and cheer.
I’ve seen so many pictures of Prague that I feel like I could navigate through the streets blindfolded at this point.
The bushytailed part is because Bobby had to fuck me two times last night, even though we had a flight time I would never book for ourselves.
And I’ve never been a morning person anyway.
Bobby is quick to have coffee given to me the moment my butt hits one of the leather seats on the private jet he organized. I’m also spoiled with a large tray of fruits, bagels, and pastries for later because I won’t start getting hungry for a minute.
When my caffeine fix has finally been met, I snuggle into the long couch and stop myself from checking emails and reviewing upcoming projects.
Bobby asked if he could have the morning making phone calls and wrapping things up before we started our honeymoon.
Honestly, with a roughly eight-hour trip, I didn’t mind.
He promised no business the moment we landed in Prague, and I believe him. Bobby doesn’t need to admit to me that he needs a break from work and his father just by the way he’s been acting.
However, I keep my work in New York and my brain solely locked on my dream vacation.
“Break time,” I hear Bobby mutter, right before I catch him walking toward me out of my peripheral.
I’m barely able to look up at him from my phone when he plops down beside me and drags my body into his lap, forcing me to straddle his thighs one second, and palm his chest the next.
“Daydream,” he growls, taking a handful of my ass while his other hand cups the back of my head and pulls me in for a hungry and body-igniting kiss.
I’m never going to get tired of Bobby’s appetite for me.
Especially lately.
With my new dreamy nickname of Daydream, Bobby is completely insatiable to the point where I think he needed this more than me.
A safe haven he can come to and get away from the pressures of the world. Someone who can take it all away and give him some well-needed solace.
Lightly pressing my forehead into his, I break the kiss temporarily. “You’re not getting stressed out again, are you?”
“No,” he replies levelly right before he chases my lips and delivers another pussy clenching kiss. “I’m perfect.”
I can’t help but raise my brows. “Really?”
“Mhm.” His tongue dips between my lips as he pulls me closer. His grip on my ass runs down the back of my thighs before he thrusts his hips a little to show me how much he wants me.
And he does with the undeniable bulge that just pressed into my thigh.
Like I said, the man has been limitless with the ideas of wanting to fuck me every chance we get. If this is the life I’m about to embark on, I need more dresses.
And underwear.
“There’s a crew on board,” I breathe, receiving another rough kiss that has my brain barely able to register the reality around us.
“Two pilots that stay in the cockpit,” he divulges. “And a stewardess who leaves us alone unless we need something. There are no interruptions when I have my wife on a private jet all to myself. I’ve thought of everything, Daydream.”
“Really? You thought you were going to get lucky on the flight, too?”
Bobby’s hand trails around my leg and down between the stretched space that’s currently straddling his body. “I can think of other things I can do besides fuck you. I haven’t tasted you yet.”
I smile because it does seem like something that hasn’t been in this lifetime; it’s been so long. “What kind of fucking are we talking here?”
He doesn’t stutter or hesitate when he says, “You fucking me.” He licks at my lips, coaxing me to come back to his idea of what we’re going to be spending our time doing. “Consider it my payment for the private flight.”
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Any way I want?”
That earns me another growl from his chest while his fingers skate teasingly around my cunt, tracing the outline of my panties but not where I want him the most. “You have full control over me, Meirna. Always.”
With my newly given power, I revel in the thought of how I could listen to this man lose control underneath me and maybe feel what he does when he has me against a wall or writhing beneath this body.
It feels formidable and, honestly, could get highly addictive.
“Then why is your cock still in your pants?”
I’ve never seen the man move so fast in my life. Not for his avocado toast or when his favorite football team, the New York Jets, play.
He’s unapologetically eager as he undoes the belt at his slacks, still dressed up like he’s going on a business trip, which I endlessly teased him about this morning on our way to the airport.
I feel the small jerk of his boxers, and I don’t need any more hints on where we’re at.
He’s ready.
Pulling my panties to the side, I adjust my body so I can position over him, then I slowly sink right onto his thick cock that deliciously stretches and fills every nerve cell in my body to satisfaction.
Bobby’s hands are back on me; one on my hips and the other laces through my hair. He allows me to slowly ride him, adapting to his size and the position of how deep he could go if I spread my legs wider.
The gentle kneading of my hip sparks me on, taking him the way my body allows before I spread my thighs and earn more of his exemplary cock.
Handsome.
Supportive.
And emotionally mine.
There isn’t anything else I could want now or later. Bobby has been so much more than what I thought he could become to me. When I looked him up, the first word that came to mind through my internet search was playboy.
That almost got me not to message him altogether.
But I dug deeper, finding some trouble with the law—police raids through a few parties, finding too much weed in his car after getting pulled over—then nothing.
Nothing but charity work, fundraisers, and working with his father.
Gone was the young man who got in trouble and experienced his mid-twenties like any normal person could, and I have him.
Not once has Bobby ever given me a reason to suspect he’s someone other than what he offers me.
It’s why I didn’t hesitate when I said yes to marry him.
“You’re not full enough yet, Daydream,” he utters in this deep octave that hits my ears and sends pleasure blossoming through my body. “Let me give you more.”
More.
I’m still adjusting and sore from last night, but the pain was nothing compared to the need and obsession of Bobby owning me coursing through me. I’ve never been so turned on, beside myself, and utterly in awe at how this man decided to take his husband role to a tee and then some.
It’s like he’s reminding me why I said yes.
What made me fall in love with him.
And what I have to look forward to until death do us part.
Even then, I still think Bobby would find me.
Running my fingers along the top of his shoulders, I try my best to flirt and be seductive when I say, “Are you not liking the way I’m—”
“You can fuck me however you want,” he grinds out as if in sheer torment of not being able to take full control. “But, I promise you, I’m going to make you come so fuckin’ hard on round two, you’re gonna wish you just let me take the reins.”
“No,” I immediately retort to keep his ego in line. “It’s my turn. I set the pace.”
His fingers tighten in warning around my waist. “Whatever you want, Daydream. I’m yours to do with however you see fit. On your turn.”
My lips heave into a knowingly, satisfied smirk while I sink deeper. “So good. You’re stretching me out…mhm, I feel so full. I don’t know if I could take any more.”
His focus falls between us as if trying to find something to ground him. “Don’t underestimate yourself. If I break you, I’m only going to put you back together.”
Ugh.
Heart, meet the man who’s going to ruin you.
“You promise?” I whisper, leaning in to place a sweet kiss on his lips, which has him promptly looking up at me.
Those light moss-green eyes piercing into me with unadulterated fervor.
They’re lighter under his stress load, but I’m hoping I see those forest greens under a new hope that I’m behind him one hundred and ten percent of the time.
“Why don’t we fuck around and find out?”
I smile because there he is, before I nod, and Bobby’s thrusting into me within the next millisecond, hitting a spot that is so deep, I cry out with pleasure and a twinge of discomfort.
He holds my hips down as he continues to plow into me, getting as deep as he can go and leaving me no wiggle room for relief.
I’m at his mercy.
I’m where he wants me to be, fully fucked and sated and his completely.
Yanking at his hair, I expose his neck and dive between it and his shoulder, licking at his warm skin and pressing methodical kisses there.
“Watch yourself,” I hear Bobby warn, but there’s no power or steel behind it, only fueling me to push. “The quicker I come, the more times I fuck you until we arrive in Prague.”
Silly man.
Does he really believe I’d tell him to stop? That I hate how much he makes me feel desired and beautiful?
“Whoever said we had a cap?” I quip along his skin. “I love it when you fuck me like you hate me, and to exhaustion. I haven’t slept as good as I did on the night of our wedding in years. I’m still sore in places I don’t think I’ve ever been sore in.”
He grunts when he bottoms out, returning for more as quickly as he got there.
Every one of his thrusts speaks volumes of possession, love, and our optimistic future.
Now, on our way to our honeymoon, not only am I excited as hell, but my body is eager to have Bobby again before we land.
“Milk my cock,” he orders gruffly, shoving my hips downward to meet each propel of his hips. “Spread your thighs wider for me. I’m not done.”