2. Danny

Danny

My bride is all smiles as I guide her to her seat, kneeling in front of her as I secure the belt around her waist. Her long auburn hair flows over her shoulder and rests against the swell of her breasts. I’m overcome with the desire to plant my face between them and undress her so I can have my way with her blindfolded and restrained. The idea makes my dick twitch, and if it wasn’t for the pilot signaling to me that we’re clear for takeoff, I’d do exactly that. Having my way with my wife is going to have to wait until we’re in the air.

“How long do I have to wear this thing?” she asks as I situate myself beside her.

“That depends on the experience you want,” I say, placing my hand over her knee before I slide my fingers under her dress, between her thighs, all the way to the cotton of her panties.

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, her breasts heaving as her knees fall apart to allow me greater access. “Can anyone see?” she asks, leaning closer to me.

“No, precious,” I whisper near her ear. “No one can see a thing.” In fact, we’re blissfully alone. It’s one of the perks of chartering a private plane to fly us to our very own secluded island. We have four weeks of pampering ahead of us, with staff to attend to our every whim, or to leave us to our own devices at the wave of a hand.

I’ve never been the indulgent type, money to me has always been a means to an end, which is why I’ve never done much with it. Ever since I wrote a security program the defense department wanted a few years back, my account has remained largely untouched, gathering commas and zeros with each handsome check they provide to maintain exclusivity over the program. It mines data in a way that allows you to find out anything about anyone with a simple face scan. It’s invaluable to them on many levels—most of which I’d rather not know about.

But with Marnie by my side and in my life, I finally have a reason to spend it. My wife comes from a modest background and has always been the kind of woman to pay her own way. Sure, I’ve only known her a month, but with my access level, I learned more about her than I should know at this stage. It sounds worse than it is, stalkerish even. But that’s not the case. I’m required by my government contract to have any close acquaintances looked into. It’s a clause that has something to do with espionage and all that shit the authorities are worried about. Of course, the report showed up nothing but her struggling financial status, a half-paid college debt, and a handful of family members, all of whom I’ve already met. But even without that report, I had no doubt that Marnie was exactly who she said she was—a small-town librarian with blue eyes and a beautiful smile that melted my heart the moment I saw her. All it took was for her to give me that Wi-Fi passcode and I was lost to her. Something electric happened between us in that moment, a twisting of wires, a flip of a switch, and boom, she’s the light of my life. I knew in that moment everything that intelligence report never would—that she’s generous and loyal, sweet and kind. I knew that she was mine.

“Danny,” she whispers, her hips moving as I tease her with my fingertips through her damp panties. My dick throbs with a need to be inside her, but watching her—the way she breathes, the way she moves—while I’m drawing her orgasm out of her is like listening to the piano score of a well-loved movie. It’s powerful.

And this power is compounded by the fact that I’m the only man who’s ever done these things to her. She was untouched when we met, saving herself for the one, the right one. Me. We were married within a month which many said was too sudden. But if they could feel even a sliver of what it is to be with this woman, they’d understand why waiting was the bigger mistake, because being with her, being hers, is an unsurpassed perfection I’ll spend my life indulging in.

“We’re taking off, precious,” I whisper as the plane leaves the ground, and I hook my fingers beneath the cotton, plunging into her depths as she comes for me, her hips rising off the seat and fighting against the buckle. I work her insides, keeping the feeling going until the plane levels out and the seatbelt sign goes off. That’s when I free myself and unclip her buckle, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her on top of me so I can sheath myself inside her.

“Danny,” she gasps, reaching for her blindfold. “This is crazy.”

“Leave it,” I command. “No one can see you. I promise.”

Her head falls back and her hands land on my shoulders as she works her way up and down my shaft, gasping and keening as we work ourselves into a lust-filled frenzy. She feels like heaven, and I’m struggling to hold on, wanting to keep this up until she explodes again too.

I’m in love with this woman. I’m in love with the way she gives herself to me unbidden. I’m in love with her ability to trust me without question. I’m in love with her smell, her smile, her tight little…

“Oh god, Danny!” Her insides tighten and pulse around me, and suddenly I’m emptying my balls right along with her, filling her womb with my seed until it’s overflowing. I can’t wait until she’s growing my baby inside her.

As we come down from our combined high, I pull her in, kissing her sensuously as I remove the blindfold from her eyes. She’s panting and smiling as she looks at me, cheeks flushed with pleasure, eyes hazy. Then she looks around the cabin, and her eyes grow wide.

“You weren’t kidding when you said we were alone,” she says, slowly climbing from my lap as she takes in the elegance of our surroundings. “Is this a… private plane?”