Experienced (A Real Man, 4) (7 page)

I
couldn’t keep
my eyes off her, but then again that had been the case for years. She was still all I thought about, all I wanted in my life. Even if we’d known each other for years, I anticipated spending my life with her.

She looked out the window of my private jet, thousands of feet above the ground. I had business in Russia, and since it was a break from her graduate studies, and she’d never been to my home country, I thought it was the perfect time to bring her with me.

“You look especially beautiful today,
lyubov moya
.”

She turned and faced me, the smile that could light up a fucking room shining right at me. “Thank you.” She looked me up and down, as much as she could since I was seated. I shifted in the leather seat, feeling my arousal grow the longer she stared at me. “You’re not hard on the eyes either.”

My cock jerked something fierce at her comment.

“Come here,” I commanded.

She stood, the pencil skirt she wore molding to her long legs. I knew what her ass looked like in the tweed, how the roundness and curve of it showed off her perfection.

She was perfect to me. Every part of her made just for
me
.

When she was standing right in front of me, I was tempted to tell her to lower to her knees, but I wanted to please her. Making her feel good brought me an immense amount of pleasure.

I wrapped my hand around her waist and pulled her forward. She lost her footing and had to place her hands on my chest. Our mouths were close, our breath mingling.

“The flight crew could come to the cabin at any moment,” she whispered, and I could hear that she didn’t much care for that. I reached across the console and pressed the service button. In a matter of seconds, Marcella, my full-time flight attendant, came into the cabin.

“Something I can help you with, Sir?” She was professional, not missing a beat or acting surprised that I had Sabine nearly on my lap.

“I want privacy. I don’t want anyone coming into the cabin until I specifically call for them.”

“Of course, Sir.” She was gone a second later.

“I have no doubt Marcella knows why you want an empty cabin,” Sabine said softly, her focus on my face.

“I have no doubt she does, too.” I clenched my hands into fists as my arousal grew for Sabine. “Does it turn you on knowing there are a handful of my employees just beyond that door?” She didn’t respond, but her breathing increased. “Does it make you wet to know they are very aware of what I am about to do to you?”

Sabine swallowed, her pupils dilated, and she made this soft sound in the back of her throat.

“Would you like me to find out for myself?” I challenged.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Pull your skirt above your glorious ass, Sabine.” She straightened, but I stopped her with a hand to her hip. “You left the panties at home, right? Just like I instructed?”

She nodded slowly, and I watched her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink.

I sat back and got comfortable as I waited for her to pull her skirt up. She didn’t make me wait long.

Lifting my eyes to look into hers, I could see she’d pulled the material up, but I made sure to look at her eyes.

When she stopped moving, I slowly lowered my gaze. Her pussy was bare of any hair, and her slit was a gorgeous peach color. My hand twitched, the need to reach out and run a finger down the cleft riding me strong. I noticed she kept glancing at the door. “They won’t enter without my specific instruction. They won’t disobey me.” She turned her focus to me. “Just like you won’t disobey me, right, Sabine?”

She licked her lips and nodded. “I have no desire to disobey you.”

“Then place your foot right here.” I patted the empty leather space between my legs. She lifted her leg and placed her foot where I wanted, and I reached out and placed my hands on her knees, prying them open as wide as they’d go. She reached up and braced her hands above to balance herself. I let go of her knees and started undoing the buttons of her blouse. I stopped when only a few at the bottom were still secured. I just wanted access to the large mounds of her breasts currently being held back by transparent pink lace.

“
Christ
, Sabine.” I lifted my eyes up to her face. “Pull the cups down and let your breasts spill free.”

She was panting now, her face a mask of pure, unadulterated lust. She did as I said, and once the large mounds were freed of the constricting material, we both groaned. I wanted to lick at her nipples and see if they got harder, but first I wanted to lick at her pretty cunt until she came for me.

I pulled her cunt lips apart, saw the pink center, and couldn’t stop myself from leaning in and licking my fill. She tasted sweet, musky, and all mine. I ate her out until her legs started to shake, and I knew she was about to get off. I doubled my efforts, wanting to be inside of her when she came, but I knew I could get my woman off more than once.

I moved my mouth to her clit, started to suck that bud with vigor, and hummed low. “Come for me, baby.”

And as if my command was her undoing, she came. I didn’t stop my ministrations until she was almost sagging against me. I rose up to suck on her breasts, licking and nipping at her nipples. I could have gone all fucking night, but I needed inside of her too badly.

I rose fully, turned her around so she was pressed up against the side of the plane interior, her upper body arched forward and her lower half popped out. I smoothed my hands over the curved, perfect mounds of her ass and exhaled roughly.

“This is going to be fast and hard.”

She looked over her shoulder at me. “Good, because I can’t handle slow right now, Hugo.”

I cursed in Russian, started undoing the button of my slacks, and then pulled my zipper down. I placed my hand on the center of her back, keeping her in place, and used my other hand to reach inside my fly and grab my cock. I stroked my dick a few times while I stared at the roundness of Sabine’s ass. Pre-cum already dripped out of the slit at the tip, a testament to how worked up I was for my woman.

I took a step closer to her, smoothed my hand on her back lower until it was on her ass cheek, and spread the flesh apart. I leaned back and looked at her pussy hole, slightly open for me.

“Fuck me, Hugo.”

I snapped my gaze to hers, my groan just about spilling from me. She couldn’t say that to me, not unless she wanted me to paint the cheeks of her ass white with my cum. I’ve always tried to be a gentleman when it came to Sabine. I’ve made love to her, got her off, and when I was too far gone, too over the edge in my lust … I’ve fucked her.

That’s what I was going to do now.

I pushed her legs apart wider, this feral sensation breaking free inside of me. This wouldn’t be slow, wouldn’t be easy, and wouldn’t be gentle.

I grabbed my cock, placed it at her entrance, and looked up at her. She had her head turned to the side. Her mouth was parted, and her eyes were closed. There was a light sheen of sweat starting to cover her spine. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up the length, tasting the salty sweetness and grunting in pleasure.

In one powerful thrust, I buried myself deep in her body.

We both groaned and I stilled, my dick so far inside of her our pelvises touched. Her pussy contracted along my cock, and I reached out and took hold of her hips, digging my fingertips into her flesh.

“You’re mine,” I said without thought and started moving in and out of her.

“Oh. God.” She moaned the words out. I watched as she bit her lip, pulling that pink flesh between her straight white teeth.

I wanted to do that, to bite hard enough she bled and then came on my dick.

I started really pounding inside her, any gentle side of me gone. She cried out and threw her head back, her long dark hair a wreath of pin-straight locks down her back. I smoothed my hand up her back and took hold of those strands, wrapping the locks around my fist.

“
Hugo
,” she cried out. I had no doubt the flight crew could hear us, but I didn’t give a fuck.

In fact, I got harder knowing they could hear me fucking my woman.

My balls drew up tight, but I didn’t want to come just yet.

You can’t hold off.

“Hugo … I’m coming,” she cried out even louder.

Hearing her say that was my undoing. I had no self-control left.

I pulled my head back enough so that I could watch myself tunneling in and out of her pussy. I saw how slick my dick was from her pussy juices, and I gnashed my teeth together in pleasure.

It was so damn hot.

When I felt her pussy contract especially hard around my cock, I couldn’t stop myself from letting go and getting off.

I buried myself all the way inside her on the third powerful thrust and leaned forward to rest my forehead on the center of her back. I filled her body with my cum, bathed her in it … marked her with it.

When I had nothing left to give her, I pulled out and looked down at her pussy. I saw my seed start to slide out of her.

She might be on the pill, but I still wanted my cum inside her. I gathered the seed slipping down her inner thigh and moved it back to her pussy, pushing my finger and the fluid back into her.

She gasped.

“Every part of you is mine, and I’ll prove how worthy I am of claiming the title until the day I die.” I pulled her skirt back over her ass, helped her stand up straight, and turned her around. Once I had her bra adjusted and her shirt buttoned up, I lifted her easily into my arms and sat back down. It felt good to just hold her, to know she was mine.

I’d have no problem doing that for the rest of my life.

* * *

H
ugo held
me gently in his arms. He ran his hand over my back, kissing the top of my head. I stayed in that position for long moments.

I started to move, because I had to be heavy for him, but he just pulled me back down and held me tighter.

There was nowhere else I wanted—needed—to be.

“You’re my life,” he said softly against my hair.

I’d never tire of hearing him say these kinds of things to me. In the last year, I’d focused on my graduate studies. With Hugo having to fly to different countries for his business, we didn’t get to spend as much time together as either of us would have liked. But every single moment he wasn’t working he spent with me. He lavished me with attention, made sure to tell me every day how beautiful and special I was to him, and each day, I fell more in love with him.

“I love you,” I said and wrapped my arms around his neck, making my body as flush with his as I could.

“And I love you.”

As my body cooled, relaxation took its place. I settled into the gentle, protective embrace Hugo wrapped me in.

I’d never known what it could feel like to be touched, held, and loved by a real man … until I was with Hugo.

I
sat
on the hospital bed, the gown I wore too big and hanging off my shoulder. I stared down at my hand. It was swollen, my fingers looking thick and round. I couldn’t wear my wedding ring, hadn’t been able to after the fifth month of pregnancy.

“She looks like you,
lyubov moya
,” Hugo said as he held our daughter. “
Krasavitsa
.” He looked up at me, and the pure joy on his face was priceless. “She’s beautiful, Sabine.”

She was. She really was. With a head of black hair and delicate little features, she was the light of our lives, and she’d been in this world less than twenty-four hours.

Hugo rose from the chair and came over to me. He sat on the edge of the bed, leaned down to kiss Bella, our daughter, on the forehead, and then handed her over to me. For long seconds, he did nothing but stare at me as I held Bella.

“What?” I asked, smiling up at the man I loved … my husband.

He shook his head slowly. “Nothing, my love. I just am enamored at the sight of the woman I love holding our child.” He leaned forward, lifted my face up with a finger under my chin, and kissed me soundly. “My life,” he whispered, and that same warmth and tingling sensation I get, even all these years later, filled every part of me.

“I love you,” I whispered, and Hugo kissed me on the top of the head. There was a knock on the door, and a second later my parents were coming through. I was thankful they understood my feelings and desires for Hugo, but the truth was even if they hadn’t approved of it, I would have still been with Hugo.

I couldn’t hold back or put my life and desires on hold based on what others thought, not even my parents.

But, it didn’t matter, because they loved me and were happy that I was happy.

Hugo had waited for me to finish with my schooling for marriage and a family. He respected my decisions, supported me, and now we were ready to take the next step.

We had taken the next step.

I was his. He was mine. And together, we were it for each other.

I loved this man and the tiny creation we’d made, and he loved us. And in life, that was what really mattered.