The Tycoon's Virgin Bride - Part 2 (The Corskovi Dynasty) (2 page)

The dinner was exquisite. They had roast lamb with mint and
seasoned baked potatoes with a glass of red wine. The wine was so sweet it left
Hannah licking her lips. She felt more relaxed than before now. She leaned back
in the plush leather seat almost forgetting that she was 40,000 feet in the
air.

Hannah reclined back and closed her eyes for a few minutes.
When she opened her eyes, Andre was not in his seat.

“Andre?”

The drapes were closed behind her in the bedroom area and
she unbuckled her seat belt to go into the room. She wasn’t sure if she should
knock or just slowly pull the thick velvet curtain back and walk in. She
decided it was stupid to knock on the wall by the curtain and called out his
name again as she moved the curtain aside and walked right into a solid
partition. The impact of the bump left her head spinning.

Shit!

“You okay?” Andre slid open the sliding doors and held onto
Hannah.

That was embarrassing. Could this day get any worse?

“I’m…sorry, I didn’t know there was a door behind the
curtains.”

“You didn’t think I’d have sound-proof doors to my private
bedroom on my plane?” He grinned.

Hannah playfully rolled her eyes again and rubbed her nose
hoping a bump wouldn’t surface any time soon. Okay, so she was a little clumsy
today. She didn’t see the doors when they were pulled back obviously, so she
didn’t know they existed. It wasn’t as if she flew like a
trillionaire
oil tycoon or Arabian prince every day.

“Why didn’t you come and get me?”

“I didn’t want to wake you yet. I wanted to wash up and
change,” he said in a low, deep voice.

“Without…me?”

“No baby, we can shower together, if you want?”

“On
this
plane
?”

“Why not?”

“Is the shower big enough for two of us?”

He grinned. “What do you think?” he said, stroking her arm with
his soft fingers. Her inner thighs pulsed in response to his sweet touch.

Suddenly, thoughts of an impending scandal from the
sex-video-that-might-be slipped out of her mind.
For now.

Hannah’s eyes widened when she walked through the luxury
bedroom suite and to another set of cream
colored
sliding doors leading to the inflight en suite bathroom. It was more like a
luxury hotel suite in the air. She ran her fingers down the bathroom vanity and
over to the shower and bathtub.

“You have a full bathroom in here?”

“Yes, my dear. What were you thinking?” he said as he pulled
her closer to him, snaking his arms around her waist. “A tiny coach class
lavatory with a small basin and sink?”

“You obviously don’t remember what it was like to fly
coach.”

“On the contrary, my dear. I remember very well and I told
myself I would never travel like that again. Neither will anyone that I care
about.” He leaned over and pressed his lips to her neck and she held her head
back and moaned.

She would have forgotten where she really was if it hadn’t
been for the row of curved Plexiglas windows of the aircraft that happened to
have the shades pulled down. And
of course, the lulling sweet
sound of the jet engines roaring into the night sky
.

“Oh, baby,”
Andre
said in his silky
low voice. She could tell by his erection inside his pants that he was aroused
again. This guy was a major stud, she mused. And he was all hers.

She looked around, sheepishly. The marbled bathroom with
gold fixtures was not only dim lit and romantic but it was larger than the
bathroom at the hotel suite.

“I want to fuck you so badly, right in here. In the shower,”
Andre’s voice was low and seductive.

“Oh, Andre,” she moaned as he sucked and licked on her
earlobe and then the sensitive part of her neck. Her midsection leaped. Could
this day get any better? She should have been sore from all this lovemaking but
her body was so turned on by Andre. She’d never in her entire life experienced
such wild pleasures of her body. What had she missed out on all these years?

She loved the way Andre’s touch felt on her skin. She
inhaled with delight his clean, fresh sweet scent. She cherished his closeness,
his power. She just could not get enough of Andre and she didn’t want this
experience to stop. She had held off on intimacy all her life until now. Hannah
was twenty-three years old and obviously had a whole lot of pent up energy to
release.
 

Andre undressed her by sliding off her dress as his soft
lips pressed into her smooth skin. Holding her from the waist, he leaned her
against the bathroom vanity. He then French kissed her exposed pink, hard
nipples, sucking and licking with his soft, hot tongue as Hannah arched her
back and cried out in response.

“Oh, God! Andre…” she groaned in pleasure.
He felt so good
,
it made her cry
.

A knock on the
door,
interrupted
their intimate moment and Andre’s eyes darkened and his jaw clenched.
           
“Fuck,”
he growled.

   
He
drew in a deep breath and pulled himself off Hannah, straightening his pants.
Shirtless, he slid open the door of his room and went out.

Hannah was left panting. Her sex was pulsing. Heat surged
through her body. She was fully charged and wanted Andre to return to finish
what he’d started. God, she wanted him inside her so badly. She craved him. She
needed him like she needed air to breath. This was all so crazy. She was
missing all this intimacy in her life for so long. But as her mother would
always tell her, nothing happened before its time. Of course, she’d never
believed it, until now.

“What is it?” Hannah asked when Andre returned to the
bedroom, sliding the doors closed behind him.

She could see a vein throbbing in his temple. His face had
torment written all over it.

“There’s been development on the case but nothing to worry
about now,” he said in a low, cool voice as he walked over to the bar in the
room and poured himself a glass of water. “Care to join me?”

“No, Andre. I want to find out what’s going on, now.”

His eyes glowed with an inner savage fire. “Are you hiding
anything from me?”

“Like what?” she said walking closer to him, her arms
hugging her waist.

“Like a bad breakup with a crazy ex?” he said, not looking
at her as he swigged down the glass of water in one go.

“Andre? I told you. No. I don’t think so. What was that
about? Did they tell you who bugged the room?”

He drew in a deep breath. “They have a lead but we’ll not
get into that until we touch down.”

“But I want to know now.”

“Hannah, what have we just discussed about living in the
moment? Fuck, why spoil the mood?”

“Me? Spoil the mood? I hate when you hold back on me Andre.
Just like when we were growing up, you never even told me how you felt about
me. You made me feel…”

“What?” His tone was even more serious now.

“Nothing?”

“Oh, so who’s holding back on whom now?”

“Andre?”

He held up his finger to her lips to shush her. “We’ll talk
about this when we land in Toronto. End of discussion.” His tone was so dead
serious now that Hannah did not dear answer back to him. She was, however
pissed off, more than ever.

“God, you look sexy when you pout, like that Hannah,” he
said in a low voice, his tone changed slightly to more
relaxed
than angry.

Hannah rolled her eyes and continued to hug herself across
the chest. She wanted to ignore him right now but her body was saying something
entirely different. She was soaked in her panties and her sex was still hot.
God, she wanted him inside her now. In any way, shape or form. She wanted Andre
to fuck her, make hot love to her like he did before…and to never stop.

“Let’s finish getting undress and into the shower. We want
to be fresh in the morning,” he said as he stroked her arm and led her back
into the en suite bathroom.

Hannah licked her lips as she watched Andre turn around to
turn on the shower to find the perfect water temperature. No
matter
 
how
many times she’d seen his
body, she had the same reaction. The man was built like a sex god. Period. He
possessed a smooth tanned
complexion,
radiant
captivating appearance, broad shoulders and well defined abs. God, his body was
a perfect specimen. How did he keep himself so fit? She couldn’t wait to feel
his hardness inside her once again. She reached over and rubbed her hand on his
smooth muscled back. He turned around and a wicked grin touched his lips.

“God, I want you so bad, baby,” he groaned as he wrapped his
strong arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Her heart raced and
blood pumped through her veins. “But first things, first,” he said as he
continued to slowly undress her down to her nakedness. Soon they were both
fully naked and in the shower.

Hannah had a hard time believing she was 40,000 feet in the
air in a luxury private plane with a gorgeous en suite bathroom. This was one
for the record books.

“Oh, Andre I want you inside me now,” Hannah moaned.

Andre’s breathing became hard, the warm fresh water of the
shower rained on their skins. Andre looked so sexy with his dark silky hair wet
and his body glistening with water. God, he was sexy as hell.

Andre smiled as he caressed her shoulders and slid his hand
down her round bottom giving her butt cheeks a firm hard squeeze. A moan
escaped Hannah’s lips.
 

He then soaped up a wash sponge with delicious lavender
scented soap and lathered up before washing her body down. Hannah found the
whole experience so erotic, so personal. No man had ever bathed her before.
This was all so crazy. As the lather slid down her body, Andre groaned with
pleasure, his dick hard and erect pressing against her abdomen as he continued
to scrub her gently, working his way around her slippery rounded breasts and
stroking her taut pink nipples, then down to her wet pussy hairs and between
her folds. Hannah cried out in pleasure. His touch was smooth and intoxicating.
Her sex was swollen with want now. She was sure it wasn’t just the shower water
running down her inner thighs now but her own lady juices.

Holy, shit! This
is the most erotic experience I’ve ever had
. She didn’t think sex with Andre could get any more
intriguing but it was. She delighted in the thought of what else was to come. Andre
was creative in his
love-making
techniques as he was
strong and sexy.

She just knew she must be in heaven.

Andre then worked his way down her butt, the back of her
thighs, her calves and even her feet. God, he was washing her feet?
How insanely romantic.
It thrilled her to her heart that Andre
knew how to take his time making her feel so good. The more she was with Andre,
the more she realized that waiting for the right guy to come along was the best
thing she could have ever done with her life. At least this made up for her
lack of adventure in her social life.

“Oh, baby,”
Hannah
moaned as Andre
kneeled down after he’d finished washing her and the soap suds were rinsed
away. He then lowered his head and sucked on her throbbing pussy with his hot,
wet tongue. A quiver surged through Hannah’s veins as she pressed her hands on
top of his head to hold herself steady. She felt as if she’d explode if he
didn’t take her then and now. His tongue sucked inside her and she became more
aroused and came into his mouth.

“Oh, God!” she cried out.

Later, Hannah grabbed another wash sponge. She so
desperately wanted to return the
favor
and wash Andre
down, every sexy inch of his hard muscled body.

When she’d finished, she’d gotten down to the best part, his
hard cock which was practically standing up firm against his sculpted abs. She
sucked and licked on the head of his penis and enjoyed the groans of pleasure
from his lips as he braced himself against the shower wall. She sucked his dick
like a delicious
lolly pop
as water splashed down on
their skins. In no time, Andre pulled himself out of her mouth and turned her
around.

“Oh, baby, I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned as he
positioned her on all fours in the spacious shower and tub as warm water
continued to splash on their slippery skins.

Andre then rubbed her nipples and squeezed the tight buds
with his thumb and forefinger as he massaged and rubbed them while Hannah
groaned. He had his dick touching her butt and rubbing against it gently before
he slid down on her slippery skin right inside her wet, soaking vagina.

“Oh, baby. Fuck, the condom’s in the bedroom.”

“Oh, Andre, I just want you now.”

“I know,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Hannah, I’ve just got
a clean bill of health. I don’t have anything. Do you still want to…
”