HONEYMOON — PART I

**— ANGELEE ADAMS (POV)**
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“How are you feeling?” Julian asks for the first time since we got on the plane. The trip to the Bahamas doesn’t take long, about three hours, but we’re reaching our destination soon.
“I’m fine,” I say, taking Julian’s hand in mine. I stroke the white-gold ring on his finger, but I’m still lost in thought.
“You seem to have a lot on your mind.” He says, studying my face.
“A little.” I give a nervous smile and shrug. I thought I’d be scared to see Laura, to hear the words she said to me that day, but I didn’t.”
“What’s bothering you, then?” Julian’s question makes me raise my eyes again.
“More than being afraid of Laura, I was afraid of losing the people I love again,” I confess, noticing that his gaze softens. “Losing you, our daughters... I couldn’t bear it.”
“You won’t,” he says firmly, taking my face in his hand. “I swore I’d protect our family, didn’t I? That will never happen again. I promise.”
“Yes, and I believe you,” I whisper back.
Julian caresses my face, running his fingers down the back of my neck, “Good.”
He gives me a kiss full of feelings that relaxes my nerves. *All the worries leave my body, and when our lips part, I smile.*
“Actually, I was thinking about something else... Like the surprise you prepared. You could tell me more about it, right?”
Julian smiles, rubbing the tips of our noses together before pulling away, comforting his back on the seat.
“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I spoil it for you.”
“You could at least give me a hint.” I lean over him, drawing his eyes to my cleavage.
His Adam’s apple twitches.
“Think about it. What could surprise you in Nassau?” He asks with a cocky smile, making me roll my eyes and cross my arms.
“You’re full of surprises, Mr. Adams… sometimes I can’t read you.”
“Actually, I’d say you know me pretty well, *Mrs. Adams...* Why don’t you take a guess?” He teases, touching my thigh.
I fill my lungs with the scent of his cologne, and as always, it tickles my belly. My eyes darken with lust; feeling his heat warming my body now makes me thank the heavens that this is a private plane.
Julian moistens his lips, looking down at mine. His hands run up my legs, under my dress, and I catch my breath, feeling my insides pulsing with desire.
He marks my thighs with his fingerprints, his grip becoming strong and possessive as I pull my neck to the side, making way for his kisses.
I feel the wet trail of his tongue running up the curve of my neck until it turns into a light hickey that makes me swallow a moan. His hand squeezes my thigh, and I try to close my legs to relieve the tension between them, but his hand stops me, opening abruptly, spreading my knees in a sudden movement.
My lips part, and I throw my head back, closing my eyes.
Julian’s tongue slides up my throat, and his teeth find my chin. With a slightly painful bite, he makes me let out another loud moan.
He laughs against my jaw and brings his lips to my ear, whispering, “If you moan too loudly, the staff will hear you.”
I swallow hard, shivering at the words he adds, “And you know who your cries belong to, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh,” I grumble, rolling my hips in the hope that his touch will go to the inside of my thigh.
“Then tell me,” Julian says between my lips, running his fingers up my hip, playing with the strap of my panties. “Who owns your moans, babe?”
My skin shivers and the air catches my throat.
*My body is on fire...*
“Hmm?” He insists, threatening to pull my panties down my thigh.
“They belong to *my husband,”* I say with a daring smile, and Julian grunts. He grabs my waist, turns me around easily, and places me on his lap.
I sink my knees into the seat around his body, feeling his hard-on beneath me, pressing exactly where I want it most.
Julian’s hands run up the backs of my thighs, lifting my dress until they reach my ass; his rough palms against my soft skin send shivers down my spine, and I bite my lip, an invitation to end the distance between our mouths.
I thrust my hips forward, riding his lap, and let his tongue slide into my mouth, exploring every corner before finally meeting my soft tongue for a passionate intertwining that takes my breath away.
Squeezing the back of his neck, I surrender to the sensations he causes in my body, oblivious to the fact that we’re thousands of feet up and other people could hear us behind the curtains.
Julian smiles against the kiss and guides his hands to the middle of my ass, parting it, making the panties fit between my buttocks and rub exactly on my sensitive spot.
I moan against his mouth and break the kiss, pulling his lower lip with my teeth.
He knows exactly how to set me on fire, how to make me wait for his touch. Now I’m begging in a whisper, *“Please, make me feel good...”* and he complies as if he’s been waiting for me to say those words.
With a quick, agile movement, Julian’s thumb pushes my panties aside, and his index finger, long and thick, thrusts inside me.
I gasp, leaning my forehead against the curve of his neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent again. My eyes are almost rolling from the mind-blowing sensation of being filled; even if his finger isn’t exactly what I want right now, it’s enough to send waves of goosebumps through my skin.
Julian curves his finger inside me, thrusting toughly on my sweet spot. His hand hammers against my entrance, and the wet sound mingles with my moans that I’m still trying to keep down.
I grab Julian’s shoulders, trembling, unable to support my raised hips and sit down hard with his finger still inside me. I kiss his neck, leaving a wet trail to his ear while he’s shuddering beneath me.
“Fuck me, Julian,” I ask in a low voice, almost a whisper, and nibble the tip of his ear. “Let me ride you, honey… I want to feel your cock.”
Julian shudders again, and his breathing gets heavy; his agile hands unbutton his belt and pants, lowering them just enough for the hard-on to pop out.
My heart matches his fast rhythm, beating against each other’s chests. Our warm breaths mingle, burning like our bodies, which are quickly becoming one.
Julian pulls me down, and I have to bite his neck to silence the loud moan that almost echoes through this plane. My insides throb, squeezing the erection inside me, and he grunts deep in his throat, holding me tightly to his strong body.
The way my entrance widens to receive his thickness is always one of the best sensations in the world, especially when it gets even harder inside me, leaving me full.
It’s so erotic and good that my mind goes blank.
I throw my hips up until only the tip is inside me and thrust down, sliding his entire length inside me again.
He squeezes my flesh, another grun escaping his lips as he says, “You’re so tight... Am I not stretching you enough, babe?”
I moan and throw my hips back, rolling it, increasing the heat growing in me... Then I thrust forward, spreading my legs a little wider and letting it go even deeper.
Julian holds on to my hair, his fingers gripping the brown strands tightly, almost snapping at the roots. The pain only motivates me to pick up the pace, wrap my arms around his neck, and erase all the distance between us.
My breasts sliding against his solid chest, even with so much fabric separating our skin, make my nipples hard and sensitive. I’m almost losing my mind. It’s the first time we make love on a plane, and it’s surprisingly sensual.
With his other hand, Julian pulls my hips down, making the sound of our skins colliding louder than it should. He’s making me jump, hitting the tip of his cock exactly on my most sensitive spot.
Pleasure spreads across my skin, chilling every inch. I feel close to orgasm and hug him even tighter, riding him, rolling my belly with his cock pulsing and approaching ecstasy just as I am.
“Fuck.” Julian pulls my hair, making me tilt my head and strain my throat. He kisses it while the moans reverberate, pulling me down. I keep rolling my hips, hitting that sweet spot over and over *because I want to burst so badly…* “You’re so fucking good...”
“Julian-” I moan his name louder, and he licks up my throat to the tip of my chin, bringing more goosebumps over my body.
I feel my muscles stiff, with the threat of orgasm building my pleasure.
“Come, babe.” He says between his teeth, guiding my hips back and forth, making me slide on his cock, rubbing my clit against his pelvis. His firm hand squeezes my hair, pulling my face closer and touching our foreheads. “Let me feel you cumming on my cock.”
“I’m-” The words are lost between the desperate cry of pleasure that bursts from my trembling lips. In fact, my whole body is shaking; the orgasm that hits me is so strong that I tremble and surrender completely, giving in to the pleasure that explodes in my lower belly. “I’m cumming!”
“That’s it, come for me, babe...” Julian grunts, taking my lips, throbbing his dick between my tight inner walls.
Julian digs his fingers painfully into my skin and holds me down, forcing my pussy to give it every spasm as he kisses me passionately, feeling every single sensation...
And just as the peak of the orgasm is threatening to fade, I feel him filling me with his cum. The familiar burning makes me moan against his lips because his throbbing stretches my orgasm.
“Oh, shit, I love you so much.” He says, loosening his grip on my hair and stroking my scalp with his fingertips. It’s a caress that doesn’t match the rough touch of before, but still, I love it. All the ways Julian loves me, I want them all.
“I love you too.” I smile and seal our lips again, intending just a quick kiss, but Julian intensifies and deepens again, sliding his tongue to meet mine.
He pulses inside me, holding me close, and I pull our mouths apart to search for the air he’s stolen.
“We probably still have half an hour before we get to Nassau.” Julian smiles naughtily, his hands spreading over my ass. “Then go ahead, babe… ride me some more.”