Chapter 93
Rachel
Saturday went by in a flash; we went shopping not just for cloths but for suitcases as well, went for lunch at a cute restaurant and then went home to pack. I asked Massimo “Should I pack for you love?” “No sweetheart I can pack my own bags.” That was so foreign to me I always had to pack for me and my ex, he never did anything when we travelled. I packet my cloths into the new suitcase Massimo bought me and toiletries, apparently, I don’t need to worry about the weight because we flying with his own private plane not commercial. This man is even richer than I ever thought. His own plane and helicopter. But I must be very truthful he could have nothing and I will love him just the same.
Sunday morning came and we were on our way to the airport. “Excited sweetheart?” “Very” I leaned over and gave him a kiss. Massimo wore jeans and a black t-shirt, I was wearing the softest lounge pants and shirt in red, why because red was Massimo’s favourite colour and it goes with my hair and skin tone. We stopped next to the airplane and I felt like I was living in a fairy-tale. I looked out of the window “Is that your plane Massimo.” “Yes sweetheart” What else was there to say then “Wow” “You like” “It’s definitely better than flying commercial.” “It definitely is.” We got out and I went to get my suitcase. “We’re you going sweetheart?” “Getting my suitcase.” “Leave it sweetheart.” He walked to me and took my hand; we walked up the stairs and was greeted by the pilot and an air hostess. “Welcome on-board Mr Marchetti, Miss.” “Thank you, everything ready?” “Yes sir” “Good” Then the air hostess gave us each a glass of champagne. Luca and Marco came in with the luggage. The air hostess offered them champagne but they declined and asked for water.
Massimo looked at me and said “Saluti on a great get away.” “Saluti” then we took a sip of our champagne. The pilot was talking “Good morning ladies and gentleman our flight time will be 7 hours and 15 minutes, get ready for take-off.” This pilot was in a hurry, I haven’t even got a tour of the plane yet. All the seats inside the plane where white with Massimo’s initials on the seats in black MM it was in the most beautiful font I’ve ever seen. The plane was very classy, just like Massimo. I felt the plane start moving so I gripped my chair. “Are you afraid off flying sweetheart?” Massimo asked me. “I’m not a fan of “take of’.” “Here, take my hand.” I hold on to Massimo’s hand until we were safely in the air. “Ladies and gentleman you can take off your seatbelts now.” The pilot said. “You want a tour of the plane sweetheart.” “Yes please” Massimo showed me to where the pilot was sitting, to the kitchen, then to the bathroom “And this sweetheart is where I’m going to make you part of the mile high club.” He opened the door to the bedroom.
Massimo
I phoned the pilot the day before and made sure he knew our destination was a surprise and he shouldn’t say where we off to. So far so good no one has said anything and Bella didn’t have a clue where we were going. I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face when she sees Paris. I gave her a tour of the plane and waited before I showed her the bedroom. I had plans for the bedroom, I’m going to make her a member of the mile high club. Imagine she gets pregnant on the plane what a cool story that is to tell your children one day ‘You were conceived in daddy’s plane, looking down over America.’
When we got to the bedroom, I told her “And this is the bedroom, where I’m going to make you a part of the mile high club.” “Is that so Massimo?” “Yes, sweetheart it definitely is.” I pushed her into the bedroom. My hands moved to the back of her hair, I gave a gentle tug, making her chin angle up towards the ceiling and exposing that wonderful neck of hers. I leaned in and kissed her on all her spots she loves so much she started to moan, but I put my hand over her mouth. “We’re not alone sweetheart.” I pulled her t-shirt of then pushed her pants down her legs, she stepped out of them, then I pulled my t-shirt over my head and walked Bella’s backwards until her leg touched the bed, then I got rid of my jeans. I pushed her down on the bed and her legs automatically opened for me. I settled between her legs then I put her breast in my mouth and played with it, tasting her, playing with her nipple then I did the same to the other breast she couldn’t lie still. Bella locked her ankles around my back, I rub my dick over her clit, over and over again. “Massimo you’re going to make me cum like that.” “Oo no Bella you will cum with me inside you.” Then I pushed forward as hard as I could and was balls deep in Bella’s pussy. “Fuck Massimo.” “That’s exactly what I’m going to do to you Bella and you better be quiet.” Then I started to move in and out of her every time I entered her, I went right to the hilt. Every time balls deep. Every time she bit my shoulder to not scream. “Fuck Massimo you killing me” “I hope you enjoying it.” “God yes.” I kept on hitting her G spot over and over again when I felt her tightening around me, I said “Hold on sweetheart, let’s cum together.” Another 3 hard strokes and I said in her ear “Now” I bit her shoulder and she mine. That’s definitely going to leave marks. I rolled of her “God Massimo” “No, it’s just me sweetheart.” She gave a little laugh “Welcome to the mile high club sweetheart.”
We got clean up and went to the main seating area, where the air hostess was surviving lunch and more champagne. Bella looked at me, “this is definitely not commercial food.” “No, it’s not sweetheart.” “Sweetheart imagine you got pregnant know, we can tell our children one day, you were conceived in daddy’s plane over America.” “Massimo” she slapped me and laughed. “We will not tell our children that.” “Fine, but we will know.” I took my phone and scrolled through my e-mails and Bella took her book she was trying to finish, but I never give her time. I’ll leave her to it today. Bella fell asleep next to me lying with her head on my shoulder. The air hostess came and call me “Mr Marchetti we approaching our destination, the pilot said you can bring Miss Rachel, it’s a clear sky. She’ll be able to see where we are.” “Thank you.” “Sweetheart” I whispered in her ear. Then kissed her. “Sweetheart wake up.” She opened her eyes, “are we there yet?” “Almost, come I want to show you something.” She got up and I took her to the cockpit. She looked in front of her and she could see the Eiffel Tower.
“You taking me to Paris?” I didn’t get a change to say anything.
“No fucking way Massimo.” Then she jumped into my arms.
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