“Well,” he said, settling into his seat, outstretching his feet in front of him as much as he could. “I had a wonderful honeymoon with you and I love you so much.” He leaned across his seat and kissed his new wife on the lips. She smiled and rested her hand on his inner thigh and tiled her head to rest it on his shoulder.
They had just gotten married after two years of dating and a year of engagement. And in those three wonderful years, they had not once had sex.
Amanda had been in a serious relationship prior to meeting Scott, and she had many regrets about sharing her sexuality with someone who was now just a stranger to her.
She decided she wanted to wait until marriage with her next boyfriend, which was hard for a lot of 23-year-old men to respect, but Scott respected it.
They kissed and there was heavy petting but no orgasms in each other’s company and the most they’d seen of each other was in swim suits.
The build up to the wedding night was intense.
The first dance was electric, his hands on her lower back—knowing what was to come after the guests filtered out—it made him hard. And she, being touched by him knowing that this was just the first of the best touches to come—she was wet.
They danced all night and it was foreplay, both of them burning to press their bare skin together, to discover each other’s bodies for the first time ever.
The night of their wedding was indescribably passionate and intense, following by an equally euphoric week-long honeymoon at a beach-resort. They discovered every square inch of one another, both with their hands and their mouths. They fucked and sucked their way through the room—in the shower, on the desk, across the bed, on the balcony—until they need room service to deliver them food and drinks. Then they’d replenish themselves and grab some rest to recharge so they could get back at it.
The honeymoon had ended up being better than they had even anticipated. And now they were flying home, which was equally exciting, because they’d yet to live together.
They got to not only live together, but have an active, normal sex life together… and they could hardly wait. The flight home was six hours and to young people in their sexual prime, during a sexual awakening no less, six hours felt like a lifetime.
An hour into the flight, people began pulling their shades and settling down into their seats, ready to sleep until they arrived. It was a nighttime flight but Amanda and Scott were not tired. Scott tossed the airline blanket over their laps and nudged her with his elbow.
She opened one of her eyes and smirked. The best part about their new sexual relationship was that they were both completely insatiable.
“I’m going to reach under this blanket now,” he whispered to her, “and I’m going to keep looking forward.”
She pulled her eye mask down over her eyes and let her legs open slightly under the blanket. She felt his hand slither down, across her lap, past her thighs and between her legs.
He slipped one finger between her lips to open them, and ran it up and down the length of her slit.
She grew wet in her seat, him playing with her juices as he gently traced out her parts with his fingertip. She let out a gentle moan that she tried to disguise as a sigh and her legs opened a bit more. He circled her clit with his finger tip, first dipping into her juices so she would be lubed up.
He rubbed it a few times and then leaned in and whispered “I love how wet you are.”
She used to be embarrassed by how wet she got, some of her previous partners had made her feel bad about it. But Scott loved it and he made her feel sexy no matter what. He continued rubbing her, now leaning in and kissing her cheek and neck quickly, so no one would see.
He felt her slowly lift her hips and try to discreetly grind against his fingertip so he rubbed her faster, her orgasm now clearly on the horizon. A single drop of passionate sweat rolled down her temple, the cabin of the plane now feeling quite hot and steamy.
“Don’t come yet,” he whispered to her, unbuckling his belt and disappearing down the aisle. She lifted her mask and leaned out into the aisle to watch him. He turned around and winked at her as soon as he reached the lavatory door. She knew what he wanted.
She waited a few minutes as to not draw any attention from the attendants and she followed. She pushed the lavatory door open to see Scott standing inside, waiting for her, his cock bulging in his pants.
She slipped in, put her finger to her mouth to say “be quiet” and bent over in front of him. Her pussy was glistening now, completely drenched from the foreplay back in their seats. They knew they didn’t have much time so he pushed into her right away.
She lurched forward, his cock nearly pinning her to the bathroom door. He reached around her hips and began playing with her clit as he penetrated her, deeply and quickly.
Each pump into her put him closer and closer to his orgasm and she was close, too. “Make my pussy cum,” she whispered, as he fingered her quickly now, fucking her hard from behind, her tits swinging madly.
At once, they came, her wet gap tightening on his thick, hard member, both of them coming intensely. He shot rope after rope of seed up inside her as her pussy clamped down on his cock, milking him for every last drop. It was a quick and fantastic orgasm for both of them.
They returned to their seats, undetected by anyone that they’d both been gone, satisfied and smiling.
“I can’t wait to have you home… in our bed,” he said, smiling at his new bride.
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