Chapter 22
FLINT
The second we hit cruising altitude, I unclipped my belt. Sutton followed. I’d waited long enough. It had taken my full self-control not to ravish her during our ceremony, or at the reception, or in the car on the way to the airport. She was so freaking beautiful. My wife. Mine.
With her hand in mine, I drew her toward the back of the plane and into the private bedroom. I kicked the door shut and guided her toward the queen bed. It nearly took up the entire space, but like the rest of the plane, it was opulent. Cream leather headboard, walnut trim, black bedding. The soft, golden lighting gave the room a warm hue and shimmered in Sutton’s eyes. We had eight hours of travel ahead of us ...I planned to keep my new wife very entertained.
“I’m glad we could take off.” Sutton slid her hands up my chest and over my shoulders, then linked her fingers behind my neck. “Spending our wedding night at home wouldn’t have been the same.”
“No. I want to get to our villa as soon as possible so I can have you all to myself for an entire two weeks.” Bora Bora, then Tahiti, then home. We’d relax. Swim and snorkel. Ride ATVs. Explore the islands. Have a fuck-ton of sex. It’d be the perfect honeymoon.
“I still can’t believe we did it.” Her eyes sparkled with glitter. “We’re married.”
“Yeah. We are.” I cradled her cheek, gliding my thumb over her smooth skin. “I meant what I said, Sutt. I promise to love you forever.”
“Forever. Now, be a gentleman.” Mischief skipped in her low, soft voice. “Take off your clothes. Bring out that bad boy so we can make the most of this gorgeous plane.”
I chuckled against the small of her neck and kissed beneath her ear. “You liked my song?”
“I loved it. Since you didn’t go all Magic Mike on me at our reception, you could do that now. There isn’t a lot of room in here, but I’m sure we can improvise.”
Grinning, I rolled my hips slowly and seductively against hers. “I can do that.”
She laughed. “Good. But first, let’s get more comfortable.” She untied my tie, tugged it out of my shirt collar, and dropped it on the floor. I slid my fingers into her hair and pulled the hair clips from her bun. The long strands fell in a mass of soft curls down the back of her neck. Once I’d removed every pin, she yanked out the hair tie, ruffled her fingers through her hair, and moaned. “Oh my God. It’s so good to have that undone.”
I swept her hair back behind her ear and kissed her sweet lips. “Beautiful.”
With nimble fingers, she undid my shirt and eased it from my shoulders.
My skin prickled beneath her warm touch, itching to have her beneath me. “God, Sutt. I want to undress you slowly but tear your clothes off so fast my head spins. I want to kiss every inch of your body but can’t wait to be inside you. I want to take my time, make slow love to you, but fuck you so hard we shake the shit out of this plane.” My cock was already rock solid.
The plane tilted and swayed. A gorgeous giggle escaped Sutton. “Hmmm, you’re definitely making the world move.”
“Let’s create some more turbulence.” I snaked my hands around her waist, slid them up her back, and found the top of the zipper. I eased it downward and smirked. “Easy to get you out of. Perfect.”
Sutton’s gorgeous minidress dropped to the floor. So did my suit pants and briefs. Shoes and socks joined them. I made quick work of my wife’s silky lingerie, scooped her up in my arms, and laid her on the bed.
Naked, I hovered over her. “God, you’re beautiful.”
She swept my hair off my face. “You make me feel that way, too.”
I kissed my way down her body and back up again. Tasted her sweet pussy. Relished her hot arousal on my tongue and her body giving in to my touch. I teased and taunted her. Made her come.
My dick ached to be inside her. Every cell craved her caress. I wanted to be close, so there was no air between us. Be connected, to bind our hearts and souls even more. Today had been the best day of my life. I’d had a few mind-blowing moments in my time. Performing in front of sellout crowds. Winning awards. Proposing...but it would be hard to top our wedding.
There was only one way to make it even better.
This.
I buried my cock inside Sutton. As I rocked my hips, I moaned, low and raspy.
Her hands slid onto my ass. She clutched my butt and drew me toward her. “Now that...feels good.”
“It certainly does.” I drove into her deeper. Her warmth surrounded me, making me harder and harder. “You’re mine, Sutt. ”
The hum of the plane engine matched the one coursing through my veins. The speed we were traveling was as fast as my racing heart. I rocked, slow and hard, into Sutton, reaching for that spot that made her lose control.
She scraped her fingernails up my chest and around my shoulders, then raked them through my hair. Her legs wound around mine. Fuck! Her wet pussy felt like home. Her tight body, my sanctuary. Her burning touch, my calm. Every time I drove into her, soft mewls and murmurs passed her lips. She clutched the back of my head and drew my mouth to hers.
“Flint?” She tasted of chocolate wedding cake and champagne. Sweet and delicious. Intoxicating and divine.
“Yeah?” Breathing her in made my head spin. That could have been the alcohol I’d drunk and the high altitude, but I swore it was just the effect Sutton had on me.
“Let’s switch.”
With a quick roll, I dragged Sutton over with me. As I lay on my back, she straddled my lap and reclaimed my dick. Damn. I love that. She loved being on top...and I got the perfect view of her tits. I got to play with them, watch them jiggle, touch her thighs, grab her hips, and drive my cock into her depths. I could strum and stroke her clit.
Smiling, she leaned over me and braced her hands beside my head. Her hair curtained our faces. Sexy fire flickered in her eyes as she rode me. “I’m gonna come again fucking you like this.”
“Good.” I swept her long hair back and clutched it behind her head. “I want you to so I can give you a few more orgasms before we land.”
She rolled her hips, rubbing and rocking her pussy against me. Holding onto her waist, I drove into her, meeting each and every move.
“ Mmmm .” Her eyes fluttered shut. Tiny grooves furrowed her brow, and I smirked. I knew that look. That one that was a cross between blissful pleasure and agonizing torture. That sign she was closed and burned for release. She rode me faster, not being gentle in any way. Fuck, that got me every time. “There.”
It took all my strength not to come. Not without her.
I wanted to feel her shudder and clench around me. Sitting upright, I flattened my hands over her hips, dug my fingertips into her flesh, and pulled her forward, filling her with my cock. She clung onto my shoulders. Her breath panted against my face. I smiled against her lips. “That a good spot?”
“You know it is.”
Yeah, I do.
I dipped my head and sucked her nipple into my mouth. Fuck. Her buds were so hard, covered in tiny goose bumps. I flicked and circled my tongue around each one, making them peak even more. I carefully, gently, caressed and massaged both breasts. Soft. Heavy. Perfect. I’d have plenty of time to play with her boobs later. Right now, I wanted to satisfy my wife. Consummate our marriage. Take her completely over the edge.
As she drove downward, I thrust up. Sliding one hand between us, I thumbed her hot, swollen clit.
Her core clenched around me. “Flint?”
“I got you, Sutt. Come with me.” Every muscle in my body blazed with fire. My dick ached. My balls cinched, tighter and tighter and tighter, desperate to explode. Fuck!
“Yeah.”
Her pulse quickened. My thrusts synced in time with her moves. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders, crushed me close, and moaned, “ Ohhhh. Shit, yes.”
Her shudders reverberated through my body. She giggled and smiled and kissed my face. But her pussy, throbbing around my cock, was my undoing.
With a hard thrust, I found my release, filling her with my love. My body jerked and jolted as electric shots zapped every cell in my system. They coiled up my spine. Tingled the base of my neck. Slammed into my heart. So. Damn. Good.
I snaked my hands around Sutton’s body, circled her back, and kissed her. “Fuck, I love you.”
“And I love you, husband.”
“Wife.”
Her smile was like a sky full of stars, all glittery and bright. She touched her lips to mine. “You certainly rocked my world.”
“I did.”
“It might’ve been the plane. The sways, dips, and jet engines.”
“Never. Give me a few minutes and I’ll prove to you it was me.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
“I’ll deliver. Trust me.”
Collapsing back onto the bed, I drew her into my arms. I kissed her lips, her face, her forehead. Entwining our fingers, I kissed her rings—her stunning engagement ring and new wedding band of diamonds—then held our hands against my chest. Today had been a big day. An emotional high. But this, lying here in bed with my gorgeous wife, in the calm on the way to our honeymoon was pure bliss. Total happiness. I closed my eyes. I’d promised to love, cherish, and adore Sutton for the rest of my days. And I would. I’d always be there for her when she needed me. Give her the best life possible. Make all her dreams come true. Today was just the start of the rest of our lives together.
We were Flintlocks.
Family.
Married.
We’d rock on together . . . forever.