Page 59 of Married to the Mafia

“You’re going to come for me right here,” I say quietly enough for none of the other passengers to hear. “Then you’re going to nap. We have a long day ahead of us.”

“I can’t come,” she says. “Not like this.”

“I bet you can.” I move my finger down and slide it gently into her. While it’s there, I take a sip of my champagne.

“Smooth,” she says, reaching over and squeezing my cock through my pants. “Try doing it while I’m holding this.”

I put the glass down, moving her hand back to her side. “Not now,” I tell her. “This is about you.” I go back to her clit, stroking it just the way I know she likes, taking my time, teasing her while watching her closely. I love the way her neck arches as she starts to lose herself in the moment.

She’s trying to keep herself under control, not give away what’s happening to those around us. She just manages it.

I bring her closer, dipping into her pussy with every few strokes of her clit, teasing her beyond breaking point. She’s groaning audibly now, shifting in her seat and gripping thesides, her knuckles white. “Oh fuck,” she says as I move faster on her clit. “Keep going. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”

“Come for me,” I growl in her ear. “Come right now.”

I move over her clit faster, and then it happens. Her hips jerk upward, and she lets out a loud groan. She bites her lip to stop any more sounds coming out, her limbs shaking as the steward appears in front of us again. “Everything all right?”

“Not used to flying,” I reply. “That’s all.”

Rose looks up and lets out another groan, this one clearly an act. “Sorry,” she says. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“You look flushed. Would you like some water?”

“Yes, please.”

The steward disappears and Rose turns to me, grinning. “You bad boy,” she says.

“I didn’t do anything,” I reply. “I’m just laid here taking it easy.”

Rose yawns and then thanks the returning steward for her water. She sips at it before fanning her face. “I need to pee,” she says. “And I need something else too.” She winks at me.

“Later,” I reply. “We’ve a long way to go yet.”

She walks off shakily to the bathroom and I look at her ass, hardly able to believe she’s my wife. My cock is still rock hard but I ignore it. By the time she gets back, I’m calm again and happy to hold her hand while she drifts off into a nap.

I sit looking out the window and wondering how things will be when it’s time for the return flight. Will I be alive? Will she?

Nothing to do but wait and see what fate has in store for both of us.

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Rose

Rose

We’re eating dinner and it’s better than I expected. “I thought airplane food was meant to be awful,” I say, spearing a piece of roasted pork and bringing it up to my mouth.

“First class,” he replies, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “They’ll even wipe your ass for you if you want it.”

“Really? You’re not serious?” I work it out, slapping his arm. “Don’t tease me!” I snap. “I’ll throw this at you.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He watches as I finish my meal. Could this work? Could it really work? I seem so young sometimes compared to him. I haven’t had to do any of the things he’s had to do to get by in life. But I have seen death in the last couple of days.

I’ve had a lifetime of pain just this week with my father getting shot and me getting kidnapped. That’s before we even discuss what happened to me two years ago, almost shipped off to Europe to end up in the arms of the cutter.

“What?” I ask as I realize he’s staring at me. “Have I got food in my teeth?”

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