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Hearing a giggle from one of the flight crew, I snapped my mouth shut and tried not to blush. I needed to learn not to say stuff like that anymore. Things were only going to get fancier as I moved deeper into Hawk's world. I only hoped I could adjust with half the grace he had shown in entering mine.

"You are exactly right, sweet tea." Taking my hand, he led me to a white leather couch and sat me down. He nodded at the crew. "If there are any emergencies, please advise us over the intercom. Otherwise, we are to be left alone."

They nodded, smiling and discreetly backing away from the forward area of the cabin to disappear behind a solid panel of polished wood.

"Emergencies?" It was my first time flying -- ever -- and I didn't like the sound of that word.

Hawk laughed, his hands curling around my elbows and drawing me up. "There won't be any, baby. It's just my way of letting them know I'll have their heads if they interrupt me taking my bride."

"Oh…" Blushing, I looked around the cabin. It was furnished like a fancy, but functional, living room. Except for the plush carpet, the white couch he'd just lifted me from provided the only suitable place for the taking of a bride.

I looked at the panel the crew had disappeared behind. I could hear the low hum of sounds through the wood and my cheeks got hotter. "Aren't they all just on the other side?"

"That's why I'm taking you behind door number two." Hawk coaxed me toward the far end of the section we were in. He slid another panel open, revealing a king-sized bed and, beyond that, another open panel showing a large bathroom complete with a garden tub.

"Hawk, there's a bed in this plane!"

He responded with another soft, sweet laugh that I could feel against my bare shoulder. "That's our bed, baby. And you're going to spend about eighty percent of your flight in it -- both flights."

His fingers moved along the back of the dress I'd changed into for the flight. It was almost as fancy as the wedding dress, its back a maze of ties that Shelly and momma had helped me fasten. He undid them one by one, planting a kiss for each knot conquered, his mouth trailing from my shoulder, up my neck, to my ear.

The outer shell of the dress fell to the ground, leaving me standing in high heels, white stockings and a matching corset with the thinnest swatch of white satin masquerading as panties. Hawk turned me to face him and groaned, his eyes soaking in the way the corset molded my pale flesh.

His hands trailed from my shoulders, down my sides, to my hips.

"Mmm, more ties." Finding the ribbons that held my panties together and on me, he smiled. A naughty light glittered in his gaze as he slowly untied them. Freeing me, his eyes fluttered shut as his fingers stroked the silky red triangle of hair where my thighs met. "Ninety, sweet tea."

"Ninety?"

"Yeah, ninety percent." His eyes opened to reveal a smoldering, sensual blue fire. "In that bed, my mouth on you, my cock in you."

He pressed on the top of my shoulders, pushing until I sat on the edge of the bed. He wanted me center of the mattress, but I wasn't ready to start the obeying part of the vows I'd taken. I unthreaded his belt and slowly worked the button and zipper open as I kissed a line down from his navel.

"Willful little brat," he teased, his fingers knotting in the thick, red curls I'd dressed my hair in that morning.

My lips closed around the head of his cock, earning me an approving murmur. His grip tightened and he rose up on his toes as I took in more of his length. Too big for me to suck all the way in, I wrapped my palms around the base and stroked. I could taste the bead of pre-cum pearling against the flat of my tongue. I pulled back, teasing the slit as I stroked harder.

"So good, little girl." He let me suck and lick as he rocked back and forth on his heels. When he started to swell bigger and his balls pulled tight, he pushed me away. He drew a shuddering breath in but denied his release.

He spun, landed on the bed next to me and pulled me across his lap before I realized what was happening. He had my belly across his thighs, my bare ass up in the air. Realizing what he was about to do, what he'd threatened any number of times, I gasped.

Hawk chuckled as his hand started to lovingly caress my butt cheeks. He ran his fingers between my folds, finding me dripping with arousal. "This pretty little ass needs spanked, love."

I bit my lip, thighs and ass flexing in anticipation, but he continued to rub and stroke at my flesh. "Or maybe this lovely wet cunt."

I started to shake at the threat, need churning inside me. He rubbed my slit, spreading my juices and making me squirm. He stroked and teased until I was moaning and relaxed.

Swat!

"Hawk McKinley!"

Another chuckle, the sound a sweet hymn to my ears. He returned to stroking me, his fingers detouring time and again to leisurely fuck in and out of my pussy. He drove me right to the edge, my legs splayed, my pussy exposed and vulnerable.

He tapped fast and light against my perineum, reeling my climax in before letting it unspool back to the brink of satisfaction.

"Hawk, love." I squirmed, needy, aching. "Can I, please? Can I?"

"Baby needs to come?" He tapped harder, faster.

"Yes, oh, please." I was about to, with or without his permission. I sucked two deep breaths in…ready…rolling…contracting…

Swat!

Fingers deep, hard, twisting, his thumb pressing against the pucker of my ass, the flesh slick from the juices he had pulled from me.

"Come, sweet Ginny." The thumb threatened, enticed, penetrated. "Come so I can fuck this pretty little pussy."

I jerked, my release freeing the scream stuck in my throat. My hips crested high, held, crested higher. Hawk rolled, flipping me on my back and pushing me up the mattress. He took my hand and kissed it before placing it against my pussy.

"Stroke yourself, love."

He watched me as he stripped his clothes off then he dove onto the bed, his chin pushing my hand away. Slurpy, sucking kisses were followed by his fingers as he moved up my body. Then his cock, bare and throbbing, slid in to the spot his hand had just vacated.

He planted more kisses on my neck, bruising the pale skin beneath. His fingers made quick work of the corset, and then it was my breasts between his lips, his hands molding and squeezing as he sucked the hard tips.

Something pulled at me and I clutched his shoulders. "What was that?"

Hawk lifted his head, grinning. "Love, we've been taxiing for almost ten minutes. That pressure you just felt is lift off and it's only going to intensify for the next few minutes."

He licked my nipple, kissed it. "Should we stop?"

"Heavens, no," I moaned. He was in me, so thick and hard, the roof of my pussy already pushing down with need against his length. The gravity pull magnified the sensation.

Groaning, Hawk buried his face against my throat. His cock dragged in and out of me, the shaft and head fat and throbbing. I contracted around him, my muscles wringing and tugging his cock. He lifted his head, his hands framing my face. His thumbs hooked the sides of my mouth and then he kissed me, his strokes longer and more urgent as the pressure of lift-off climbed ruthlessly toward its apex.

Pleasure yanked my hips up, my mound rubbing and banging against his tight, muscled lower abdominals.

"So good, baby." He bit at my lower lip, his thumbs still acting as bits. "Come with me. Don't hold back."

My eyes rolled up. I exhaled, the first quiver of release vibrating through me. My cunt tightened around him, tugging sharply to pull him deeper as my cervix descended. He came then, strong jets shooting inside me three times, four, filling me now that there were no barriers between us.

Panting, I collapsed onto the mattress, all the pressure leaving our bodies once the plane reached its altitude. Hawk relaxed against me, his weight supported by his arms as his breath fell hot and fast against my ear. He kissed my cheek, my mouth, his hands soothing my jumpy flesh.

When I had calmed, he settled the bedspread around us. Cradled within his arms, I burrowed to my favorite spot, my cheek and one palm pressing lightly against his chest as his hand stroked my hair. His lips pressed against the top of my head, muffling his sleepy murmur.

"Stay with me, Ginny."

I smiled, my arm moving to hug his waist.

There was no way this West Texas girl would ever leave her man.

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