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When I walked into the cabin of the jet, my jaw dropped. I had thought the car was ridiculously luxurious, but apparently, my standards of luxury had been low, because this plane made the car look like a teenager’s first beater. As if being on a private jet wasn’t enough, the cabin looked like a living room straight out of HGTV. There were two white leather couches facing each other with a solid oak coffee table between them. Plush throw pillows in complementary shades of blue and gold were spread artfully across the couches, and a massive television hung on the wall above one of them. Every single detail of the cabin looked like it had been carefully considered by a professional interior designer. Even the shape of the windows flowed well with the curve of the couches.
“Do you like it?” Gio asked me quietly. I had been so caught up by the beauty of everything that I had forgotten he was even standing behind me.
“Like it?” I asked incredulously. “How could anybody not like this? It doesn’t even look real! How can this be a real plane that real people use to travel in?”
He laughed and took my hand, pulling me to one of the couches and settling us on it, his arm around my shoulders. As I had expected, it was ridiculously comfortable. We sank right into it, the pillows giving us some extra support.
“This is amazing.” I turned to Giovani. “Thank you so much for doing all this. I really needed something to take my mind off of things.”
“Of course, love. And to be honest with you, I needed it too, to remind me about what’s really important in life–spending time with my loved ones, especially you.”
“I love you so much,” I told him, my voice thick with emotion.
“I love you more than words can say,” he murmured before leaning in for a kiss.
His hands made their way to my cheeks, and he held me gently as he deepened the kiss. I pressed my hands against his chest, loving the broadness of it. His strength made me feel so safe. He moved his hands up into my hair, letting his fingers get tangled in it.
Without thinking, I moaned loudly then immediately pulled away and clapped a hand over my mouth. This was an airplane, meaning there were definitely other people around. I couldn’t believe I had just moaned loud enough for the birds outside to hear me.
“What? What’s wrong?” Giovani asked while pulling me back toward him.
“There are other people on here,” I whispered, too embarrassed to speak.
He chuckled and planted a kiss on my forehead. “You are so cute. You don’t have to worry. The only people here are the pilot, copilot, and flight attendant. And they’re extremely occupied with keeping us alive at the moment. The attendant only comes if we need her.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, relief flooding through me.
“I am. Now get back over here and finish showing me just how much you love me.”
He pulled at me again, and this time I let him pull me against his chest. He laid back on the couch so that I was on top of him, our bodies pressed together. If he wanted me to show him how much I loved him, he was going to get it.
I dropped a soft kiss against his lips, then moved down, stopping with my face right above where his cock was already straining against his suit pants. I looked up at him and deliberately licked my top lip slowly, knowing the anticipation would drive him crazy.
“Is this what you want?” I asked softly, seeing the lust building in his eyes.
“You know I do, baby,” he said roughly. He was so close to losing control, and I was loving every minute of it.
I unbuckled his belt and he laid back, perfectly still. Slowly, I unzipped his pants, relishing the sound as it only added to his anticipation of what was to come. Finally, it was time to free him from his underwear. Unsure when exactly we would be landing, I decided to leave his pants mostly on. Seeing him still in his expensive suit but with his beautiful cock free was an incredibly sexy juxtaposition.
There was already precum beading on the tip of his head, so I pressed my thumb against it and swiped it down toward the base of his shaft. He shuddered at the sudden contact, and I smiled. Now THIS was sexy and sophisticated. Okay, maybe not exactly sophisticated, but definitely sexy as hell.
Before he had a chance to know what was coming, I leaned forward and took his entire dick into my mouth, letting him fill me up and loving the taste of him. His hips bucked forward involuntarily, and he pressed even further into my mouth, nearly hitting the back of my throat.
He fisted his hands in my hair and gently encouraged me to move up and down at the pace that he wanted. I could feel myself growing incredibly wet as he used my mouth to pleasure himself. I reached down and pulled my skirt up just enough to push my panties down to my knees, then began teasing myself, all while licking and sucking Gio.
I circled my clit slowly with my middle finger, loving the overwhelming sensation of having my mouth filled by Giovani’s manhood while playing with my own pussy. I moaned against Gio, and he responded with a deep moan of his own before pulling my mouth off him and hiking me up so that our hips aligned.
He laid flat on his back on the couch while I straddled him, so I used his cock to tease myself into a frenzy until he finally grabbed my hips and centered me so that he was pressed against my entrance. Without warning, he pulled me down roughly against him so that his cock shoved deep inside me. I gasped at the sudden contact, and my pleasure grew. I was suddenly desperate for him to fuck me fast and rough. I just needed him, nothing but him.
Giovani pounded into me, and I bounced on top of him, using his hands on my hips to steady myself and match his movements. He reached one hand up the front of my dress and under my bra to grasp my breast gently before running his thumb over my nipple. I sped up my movements, knowing I was close to release. As if he could read my mind, he moved his hand back down and pressed his thumb against my clit.
The sudden pressure was almost too much, and I writhed against him as I gasped for breath. He moved his thumb up and down, quickly enough to match our already wild thrusts. I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down and straining to pop out of my bra. I knew my orgasm was only seconds away.
“I love you,” I repeated. I needed him to know, now, as he was inside of me.
“I love you,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a hard thrust.
His words were all it took to send me over the edge. Before I knew it, I was gasping and moaning and my pussy was clenching tightly against him. My orgasm triggered his, and with one last wild thrust he was done.
I fell against him, needing to feel the comfort of him pressed against me. He wrapped his arms tightly around me as I laid on his chest. The outside world flew by in the windows, nothing but blue sky and the occasional white fluffy cloud. We spent several minutes in comfortable silence before the captain came over the loudspeaker, making me jump.
“It’s time to prepare for landing. Welcome to… Paris.”
*Olivia*
“Holy shit, Paris?!” I shrieked so loudly that Giovani jumped underneath me. “Sorry,” I said more quietly, my entire body buzzing with excitement.
He smiled and wrapped his arms tighter around me, pulling me in for another long kiss before helping me return to a seated position. I straightened my clothes quickly, not wanting to waste a single second of our time in Paris.
Of all the places I had imagined for this trip, Paris was one that I hadn’t dared get my hopes up for. It had been a dream of mine to go to Paris for years, but I hadn’t ever told Gio that. His insistence that this trip was about relaxation had led me to think we were going to a beach somewhere, but Paris was so much better.
“Where are we going first?” I asked, practically bouncing up and down on the couch.
“Wherever you want, my love. This trip is about you.” He dropped a kiss on my cheek and warmth filled my heart.
“I had a Paris-themed bedroom all through middle school–posters of the Eiffel Tower and everything!” I told him. “How did you know I wanted to come here?”
“I might have asked Dahia for a few suggestions.” He smiled at me.
I was touched by his thoughtfulness. It hadn’t even occurred to me that he would go to the trouble of planning out a trip just for me to fulfill my dreams.
The plane landed with a loud shudder that interrupted our conversation. I grabbed Gio’s hand, and he patted my leg to reassure me. I snuggled into his warmth and safety as we taxied to a stop on the tarmac. This was turning out to be one of the best days of my entire life.
Finally, our plane was safely on the ground, and it was time for us to get off. The pilot opened the door, and I gasped out loud at the view of the Paris skyline. It was like seeing a celebrity in person; difficult to comprehend that this was real and not just something that existed only in pictures.
The Eiffel Tower jutted gracefully into the sky, far in the distance, surrounded by sleek skyscrapers. Our flight had only taken about an hour and a half, but the difference in architecture made me feel like I had stepped into a different world entirely. I couldn’t wait to get out and explore the beautiful city.
Giovani helped me down the stairs and into the sleek black car waiting for us. As with every other aspect of this trip, it was wildly opulent. Yet another bottle of champagne waited for us in the back of the car, but I opted for a bottle of water instead. I wanted to be clear-headed so I could remember every single moment of this day.
“Alright, where to first, carino?” Gio turned to me expectantly once we were both seated in the car.
My mind blanked. This was a huge decision. This would forever be cemented in my mind as the very first Parisian place that I saw in person. After a few minutes of deliberation, I smiled. I knew exactly what I wanted to see first.
“How about the Louvre?” I asked a little shyly. I know Gio had probably been to Paris dozens of times and seen everything that the Louvre has to offer, but I knew he would want me to be honest about where I really wanted to go.
“Perfect choice!” he exclaimed, immediately making me feel better about my decision. “I haven’t been there in years. I was hoping we would be able to make it on this trip.”
I glowed at his words. He always knew exactly how to make me feel special.
Our time at the Louvre passed by in a magical blur. We saw the Venus de Milo, which Gio insisted looked just like me, the Mona Lisa, and my personal favorite, the Winged Victory of Samothrace. I stared at Winged Victory for nearly half an hour, feeling exhilarated by the sheer energy portrayed by the sculpture. Giovani held my hand tightly as we walked through each exhibit, pulling it up to brush against his lips every so often.
Although I could have spent the rest of my life at the Louvre, I forced myself away. Giovani promised that we would come back someday soon.
“It’s really not that far by plane. And you know you and Dahlia could always plan a weekend trip here if you wanted,” he reminded me.
