A Taste

**Nate's POV**
"Are you absolutely sure you canceled all of our appearances for the month?"
"Yes, Allie. I even triple checked with Wells, so we should be fine."
"And how about Sasha? She doesn't know where we're going, right? I mean, I love her, but she has loose lips and I don't want trouble."
"I haven't spoken to her, so unless she reads minds, it's unlikely she knows. Relaaax, love. Come here." I pulled her towards me, encasing her adorable baby pink tracksuit clad body against me. She smelled delightful, even on the bustling New York sidewalk, but I couldn't feel her hair on my nose like usual thanks to the black ballcap she wore. I briefly wondered if this was her first time ever leaving her flat without makeup and heels on, and it made me grin.
Our luggage had already been sent ahead of us and we exited in the back end of our apartment building so we wouldn't draw attention from the press who'd been practically obsessed with our newly bloomed relationship. Our trip was meant to be a complete secret, which had Allie in fits.
"I can't relax, Nate. I feel like I'm breaking out of prison right now." She huffed, making me laugh.
"If that's the case, speaks loads for your castle in the sky, doesn't it?" Her eyes shot up to me, a hint of sadness clouding the sparkling blue. "I'm sorry, that was insensitive."
"It's fine." She sighed, relaxing against me. "When's the driver getting here?" I snorted.
"Driver? We're taking a cab, love."
"Right." She crinkled her little nose. "So when does that get here?" She was hopelessly spoiled, but it just made me that much more eager to get her to London. The 'peasant' life had its pros, and I wanted her to see that, to experience life outside of her diamond palace. In a moment of hubris, I released her, stepping to the edge of the sidewalk where I scanned for an available cab. Two more steps off the sidewalk, I hailed it confidently, smiling to myself when it actually proved successful, especially when I looked back to see Allie watching me as if I'd just pulled a rabbit out of my arse. I gestured for her to join me by the black and yellow Crown Victoria.
"That was amazing!" She chirped, clapping her hands together in praise for my minimal accomplishment. But I basked in it, anyway, giving her a cheeky wink and pulling the door open for her. After an incredibly amusing cab ride in which Alexandra tried her best to engage in polite small talk with the unwilling driver, who I wasn't even sure spoke fluent English, we finally arrived at the airport and it was my turn to be blown away. Reason being?
We were taking a jet. Her jet. Well, half mine, now. But I'd never flown in a private aircraft before and I was in awe. Everything was so shiny and new. There were no bulky neighbors or screaming infants in sight; just my beautifully gorgeous wife and a single attendant to tend to our every whim. Okay, maybe being filthy rich also had its perks.
I immediately reclined in the expensive imported white leather seat, kicking my feet up on the small built-in footrest in front of it.
"Drink for you, Mr. Anthony?" A chirpy young attendant asked after takeoff, her red hair tied in a neat bun and freckled face pink with starstruck awe. I couldn't imagine why. I wasn't famous. Well, not really.
"Um, what do you have?" I asked in response. Allie snickered from her seat beside me, flipping through her issue of Cosmopolitan magazine. "What's so funny?" I poked her ribs, making her flinch and giggle.
"Um, we keep a full stock, sir. You can order anything you want." The attendant, whose nametag read 'Christine', clarified. Damn. Anything?
"Oh. Um, do you have soft drinks?"
"Yes. Coke or Pepsi products. We also have some imported Italian and Japanese sodas if you would like one of those." There was such thing as too many options, and I learned that quickly as I stared at poor Christine with confusion-filled eyes.
"Coke, I guess?" I finally answered with a shrug. She smiled kindly, looking to Allie for her order, but Allie didn't even have to look up.
"Finé, please. You can just bring it in the glass bottle."
"Yes, ma'am."
Christine scurried off quickly, clearly intimidated by Allie, even though my girl was dressed more casual than she was. Did she radiated money and status or something?
"What the hell is Finé?" I asked, pulling my leg over my knee. She peeked up at me.
"Water."
"Why didn't you just order water, then?" She sighed, more in contemplation of how to explain it to me than frustration, as she set down her magazine.
"It's special water. Filtered through volcanic rock below Mount Fuji. It has a lot of good minerals and stuff."
"Really?"
"Yea."
"Like what? Tar?" She puckered her lips, trying her damndest not to laugh at my mockery. "So how much is this special tar water, then?"
"I don't know. I've never asked." She shrugged, crossing her arms and pouting in the most adorable way, a way that brought many dirty little images into my mind. I glanced in the direction the attendant disappeared to, double checking that she was still occupied before scooting closer to my wife. She eyed me suspiciously, the corner of her soft pink lips raising at my mischief. "Nate." She warned, lifting a brow.
"What?" I answered innocently, placing a hand on her upper thigh. She shifted towards me, but picked her magazine back up, pretending to be distracted by it. Alright, challenge accepted, then.
I slowly walked my fingers higher and higher on her thigh, feeling her leg tense beneath my feathery touch. "Nate." She whispered again, peering over the pages with squinted eyes. I flashed her a charming grin and she moved the pages back up.
A little higher, a little inward, and I was in the crease of her thighs, nearly brushing against her heated core. She sucked in a harsh breath, her back stiffening in anticipation, but I didn't move further. I kept my hand nice and still, just out of reach. So close, but so far away. She squirmed uncomfortably, before subtly trying to push her pelvis down to make contact with my fingers, but with every attempt, my hand moved down, too.
"Need something, love?" I whispered, changing the crossing of my leg. She huffed, her little knuckles turning white with how tightly she gripped the magazine. "Do you want…" I started, but instead of finishing, granted her the slightest pressure against her sweet folds. She gasped almost inaudibly, squeezing her thighs together on instinct. I chuckled, pulling out my phone with my free hand and making myself look busy.
"Nate." She breathed, moving her hips subtly to create friction.
"Hm?"
"Please." She pleaded softly, and the noise of it had me suffocating in my jeans.
"Of course, love." I wasn't trying to be cruel. Okay, I was teasing a bit, but with her history, I really didn't like doing things without permission. Granted, we had built quite the level of respect and trust between ourselves when it came to sex, but I didn't want to make her uncomfortable.
So with my newly granted access, I pulled my hand away, but only for a moment as I almost immediately hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband of her pants. I found her wet and waiting for me already, and I let out a soft groan at the discovery. Holy hell, she was sexy. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't thank the heavens for her letting me touch her. Her skin was so soft, so warm. So sweet.
I buried my fingers deep, making her gasp louder this time, parting her legs a tad to give me room. But, of course, that was the exact moment little old Christine returned with our drinks. Allie yelped in surprise, immediately sprawling her open magazine over her lap to cover our naughty activities.
"Your coke, sir." Christine said, before even looking up. She placed it on the side table beside my chair on a little glass coaster as I ran my index finger back up to Allie's clit, circling it gently.
"Thank you." I said politely, finally drawing her attention up to me. Her eyes trailed from mine, down to my chest, then over to where my hand was hidden by glossy pages. "You can leave her water there as well." I said with a smile, nodding to where she left my drink. Her face turned an almost violent shade of crimson and she averted her gaze to the floor, choking out a 'yes sir' before setting it down and retreating faster than she had before.
As soon as she was through the little sliding door, I dropped my phone and picked up my pace, causing Allie to buck her hips, her hands gripping onto the armrests for stability.
"Nate…" She complained, but her voice was so heavily laced with desire that I knew she didn't really want me to stop. So instead, I went faster, pausing for just a second to dip my finger back into her opening before returning to her swollen button. "Fuck…" She rasped, still trying to keep her voice down.
I reached over to her lap, taking the magazine and tossing it on the floor so I could angle my wrist. She squirmed at the new position, lifting one of her legs up and out so it was hanging haphazardly over the sleek wooden armrest.
"You're a very naughty girl, Allie. You're fucking soaked." My light as a feather voice seemed to tickle her senses, and her hand latched onto my forearm instead, her head rolling back as her eyes closed. "So good, baby. Come for me so I can taste you." I cooed, low and seductive in the way I knew she would let go.
And she did, Her back arched from the leather, her manicured nails digging into my flesh as she silently screamed her climax. The sight was so damn arousing that I nearly came in my trousers, but I somehow held it together with deep breaths and a whole lot of personal scolding. I couldn't actually fuck her in this plane, so unless I wanted to spend the next seven hours with blue balls, I needed to calm the fuck down.
I slid my hand from her pants once I saw her descending from her high, eyeing the slick come coating me in lustful curiosity before sucking the sweet liquid arousal from my fingers. By the time I glanced back at my wife, her cheeks were blazing, her eyes wide in wonder and desire at my bold actions.
"I told you I wanted a taste."