moan for uncle 6 (4 page)

Nikki's eyes jumped from Tina to Grant and back to Tina. It was clear that the little flight attendant had a thing for Grant, but he seemed oblivious to the fact. Taking a step away from Nikki, he took her hand, and led her to the seats she'd just been eyeing.

"Will that be all, Mr Rivers?"

He looked up briefly and nodded waiting until Nikki was seated by the window before taking the aisle seat next to her. "That will be all. Thanks."

Nikki remained silent until Tina had disappeared and heard the click of the door locking behind her. She turned to her husband-to-be. "She seems like a nice girl."

Grant shrugged as if unconcerned. Picking a strawberry from the spread he dipped it in chocolate and brought it to her mouth. "Everything is better with chocolate. Try it. Delicious."

She opened her mouth and accepted the strawberry, which was a delight to the palate. She closed her eyes and savoured the sweet taste, sighing softly. Was this how rich people lived? Private planes and being treated like royalty while on them? What a life; she could certainly get used to it. When she opened her eyes back up Grant was watching her intently, his grey eyes darkening as his arousal grew. She chanced a look down at his groin to see an erection forming under his jeans.

Before either of them had a chance to act on their growing desires, a ding sounded and a light on the roof of the cabin indicated for them to fasten their seat belts just as the roar of the engines erupted cutting into the tranquility of the atmosphere.

Nikki turned her head to look over at Grant seated next to her who was busy fastening his safety belt and examined his chiselled profile as she fastened her own belt around her growing stomach.

Sensing her eyes on him, Grant turned his head to face her as he gave her hand a squeeze. "What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that if someone had told me a year ago that I'd be on board a private CIA plane headed for some secret destination to marry my childhood hero, while carrying his baby, I would have thought they were crazy."

He
laughed,
his face flushing slightly as he gave her hand another soft squeeze.
"Childhood hero huh?"

"Yeah."

Grant lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "What a difference a year makes."

She nodded, hoping the plane would be up in the air soon so she could show him just how much of a hero he was to her.

****

Grant chuckled to himself as he watched Nikki anxiously eyeing the fasten seatbelt light while squirming uncomfortably in her seat. The plane had been in the air for some time now, so he imagined it wouldn't be much longer before they could safely remove their belts and get onto more pressing matters.

Nikki was such an insatiable little thing and had gotten more so recently. From what he gathered it was due to the pregnancy - not that he was complaining. He placed a hand on her bare leg, just above the knee and slowly inched it upwards and under her short black pleated skirt.

"Grant," she protested glancing over at him, but spreading her legs wider as his hand moved closer and closer to its destination.

The closer his hand came to the apex between her legs the harder his erection became. By the time his hand reached the top of her inner thigh, his cock was rock solid and throbbing within his jeans.

"Damn, Grant, how much longer is that light going to stay on?" Nikki complained and then inhaled sharply, as he cupped her mound in his palm. She was as wet as he expected her to be, she was always so wet for him. One of an endless list of things he loved about her.

"Patience, honey."
He smirked as she groaned her exasperation, while running a finger between her soft, moist folds.

Taking her lower lip between her teeth she turned her head to look over at him, her eyes filling with need. "You know I'm not a patient woman when it comes to you."

Dammit, when is that light turning off!
While he wasn't as vocal over his displeasure on the length of time he had to wait, he was in just as much anguish.

The evidence of his arousal was now straining against the denim, begging to be freed and plunged into her warm depths. The thought had just entered his head when the much anticipated ding of the fasten seatbelt light blinked off.

He'd barely had a moment to realize it was off before Nikki had undone her belt and was straddling his lap, her fingers making short work of the button and zipper on his pants. "Whoa, honey!" he exclaimed laughing at her enthusiasm. "Remember, I'm a wounded and recuperating man!"

Nikki huffed, stopped what she was doing and sat back on his lap. Looking up at him, she narrowed her blue eyes. "Well, if someone would tell me where we were going then perhaps I wouldn't feel the need to rush."

Grant tucked a loose strand of hair that had fallen into her face, behind her ear. "I can assure you that there will be ample time to eat, screw like rabbits, have a good sleep and repeat the process."

Nikki frowned. "We're not going somewhere in Latin America?"

"Afraid not."
Oh, how he loved teasing her.

"But you said it was someplace hot..."

"And it will be. I assure you, where we're going is nothing short of breathtaking." He watched her expression in amusement, as her brain almost visibly raced, trying to place where they might be headed.

"How long is the trip?"

"
Ummm
.
Well, give or take twenty hours."

"Holy shit!"
Her blue eyes widened and she wiggled excitedly on his lap. "Tell me. Please!"

He pretended to consider it for a moment, loving the hopeful twinkle in her eyes. ""
Ummm
, that would have to be a big old N-O.
Can't tell
ya
."

"
Please
," she begged, leaning into him. Her breasts pressed against his hard chest as she nipped lightly at the side of his neck. She drove him mad when she did that, but he refused to cave on this. He wanted her to have an extraordinary wedding, one she'd never forget and part of the fun was keeping her in suspense.

"I'll tell you this much... Where we're getting married.... The scenery will take your breath away."

She pulled back up. "Take my breath away," she echoed.

"But that's not a clue; it's a statement of fact."

Her eyes narrowed once more and he could have sworn he heard a low growl coming from her.

Slipping his hands to her backside he pulled her groin tight to his. He seriously needed to do something about his erection - soon - his cock was beginning to throb so hard it was starting to hurt.

She lowered herself over him once more brushing her lips across his. "What if I say no, not until you tell me where we're going?"

He grinned against her lips as one of his hands slid from her backside, ran up her inner thigh and massaged her mound. Her juices dripped to his palm as he stroked her and his cock jerked in response.

She sighed, soft and low. "Grant."

He caught her lower lip between his teeth. "Nikki." He slipped two fingers into her, sliding them in to the knuckle and stroking her inner wall. She bucked and moaned against him, kissing him hard.

Ending their kiss, Nikki pressed her forehead to his, their lips a quarter of an inch apart, their breaths intermingling. "I need you so badly, Grant."

"I thought you were going to make me wait?" he teased, removing his hand from her, despite her protest. He lifted his hips off the seat and yanked down his jeans and boxer briefs exposing his long, thick shaft to her. Pressing the seat adjust button, he reclined it backwards so he was sitting at a forty-five degree angle.

His cock waited for her, a drop of pre-cum at the tip, as she sat up on her knees and resettled herself onto him, impaling herself with his shaft. Grant inhaled sharply as he sunk deep into her. Her warm, inviting pussy took him in to the hilt.

"I don't think I'll ever get used to how good you feel,
Nik
."

Sitting with him buried inside of her, she grabbed the hem of her camisole and pulled it up over her head, tossing it onto the chair beside them. "Since we're going to be flying a while I suppose we don't have to worry about being quick." Her pink lace bra came next. Reaching behind her she unclasped the back hook and, keeping her eyes locked to his, slowly slid it down her shoulders, freeing her ample breasts with her large pink nipples.

Grant licked his lower lip, aching to bury his face between her two globes and suck her nipples until they were long and tight. He began to slide his hand up her back. Once he reached her upper back he urged her down onto him and took the first nipple into his mouth.

Nikki whimpered as he sucked hard. She started to move on him, rotating her hips in a circular motion, while moving up and down his length. "Damn you feel so good," she murmured, moving a little faster on him.

Grant began to move under her, thrusting up as she slammed down onto him. Once her first nipple was a tightened nub, he sucked the second into his mouth. Again, she whimpered and increased her speed on him. The throbbing in his balls was becoming near unbearable, as he came rapidly heading towards his climax.

Suddenly she pulled up, removing her nipple from his mouth and sat back on him, moaning loudly. Placing her hands on his knees behind her, her skirt bunched up around her waist, she began to move over him with more force and speed.

Closing her eyes, she arched her back and her long dark hair cascaded down her back. Her breasts bounced, taunting him, as she bucked fast and hard onto him, heading towards her climax. "Oh God, Grant!
So.
Close."

Grant's fingers dug into her hips as she rode him, steadying her as her movements became more violent. Rushes of pleasure barrelled through him, and the tension in his dick was nearly killing him. He was holding back, but he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer.

"Come with me,
Nik
."

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she cried out as she slammed hard onto him one final time. Her pussy clenched around his cock and then a gush of her juices washed over his dick.

Oh sweet fuck!
The sweet warm feel of her juices coating his shaft, and dripping out onto his groin, combined with her soft moans and small tremors that rocked through her pushed him over the edge.

"Fuck!" he groaned out through clenched teeth as his cock erupted, filling her moist core with his seed. The sensations seemed never ending as spurt after glorious spurt rushed out of him, filling her. He loosened his grip on her hips, and Nikki collapsed over him, panting hard.

Grant held her tight to him as they both came down from their respective orgasms. Crossing her arms over his chest and resting her chin on them, her blue eyes peered into his grey ones.
"Much more comfortable than our last time on a plane."

Chuckling, Grant's mind flashed back to taking her from behind in the cramped airplane bathroom on their way to see his now deceased ex-wife, Diana. So much had happened to them over the past year that it seemed like such a long time ago, when in actuality it had only been a few months.

He cocked a brow up at her. "Are you saying you didn't enjoy my fucking you in the airplane bathroom honey?"

She sighed softly, giving him a coy smile and planting a gentle kiss on his lips. "Oh, I enjoy you fucking me anywhere and in any way." she shrugged and crinkled her nose up at him. "Just some places are better designed for such things."

Grabbing her by the waist, he reluctantly slid her off of him and deposited her back into her own chair. "Glad to hear you say that. Now take off your skirt."

She didn't ask why, but simply complied, tossing it onto the seat next to her with the rest of her clothing. "I think it's only fair if I have to be naked that you should be too."

Grant nodded.
"Fair enough."
Standing, he shed his clothing under her loving and appreciative eye and tossed his garments to the seat filled with hers.

His eyes scanned the arrangement of foods on the table in front of them, his gaze landing on the melted chocolate. With a wicked grin forming on his lips he grabbed the bowl and a spoon. "Recline your seat back.
Time for breakfast."

Chapter 4

Nikki squirmed in her seat as she watched her soon-to-be husband strip off his clothes, toss them onto the seat next to her and then turn to survey the food laid out before them. Every inch of him was tight and powerfully built; she was even beginning to love the heinous scars marring his beautiful body. She now knew to look on them as a sign of his strength, dedication and courage, not something to pity as she had the first time she'd seen them.

"Recline your seat back," Grant ordered and she more than happily obliged, reclining it as far as it would go. He'd threatened to one day feast off of her body and it appeared today was going to be that day. With the spoon and bowl of chocolate in one hand he used the other to spread her legs wide, propping them up and over the arm rests.

The cool air from the overhead vent directly above them blew down on her tickling her soaked pussy, which still had evidence of their lovemaking seeping from it. She squirmed once more and moaned softly, the cool air assaulting her pussy reminded her of the night he'd pushed her up against the jet stream of a hotel hot tub and fucked her while the pounding of water against her helped bring her to an earth-shattering climax.