Chapter 41: The jet sex

Brielle's POV

Sex, sex was all I was thinking. I had not even bothered to ask Jace where we were flying to. I noticed two pilots in the cockpit, and it stunned me.

"Jace, why do we have two pilots on the jet?" I asked in a whisper as we went to take our seats.

"Are you kidding me?" his voice boomed, and I shushed him. I did not want to look dumb.

"You practically fly alone," I muttered. "That's why I'm asking."

He ohed silently. "Yeah, okay, so here's the thing, there are single-pilot certified private jets, and there are not. Unfortunately, we are not in one of those jets. The Federal Aviation Administration has strict rules to protect the public. These rules dictate that in the majority of circumstances when a private jet is being rented out that two pilots are upfront."

"But why?" I asked, curious to know more.

"Having two qualified people upfront ensures that if one pilot becomes incapacitated, the other can safely land the aircraft. Furthermore, two pilots ensure that the workload within the cockpit can be managed far more efficiently. Fatigue is a real risk within the cockpit, especially when traveling long distances. Two pilots reduce the risk of fatigue. When flying a private jet, unforeseen events can happen quickly."

"Interesting," I said, my mind replaying everything he said.

"Yeah," he replied.

My ears picked up something from everything he said, "Long distances!" It was about that time that I asked him where we were going. Earlier, I was supposed to be the one to choose where we would be spending our honeymoon, but Jace seemed to be running faster than his shadow recently.

"So, Jace, where are we going?" I said, clearing my throat.

"Oh, I forgot," he said, smiling softly. "We are flying to Beijing, China."

"Wow! What's there in Beijing?" I asked, totally unsure, but I like that he picked a place not so popular for a honeymoon like Paris. I didn't do stuff like the masses. I loved being unique.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked again with a surprise-stricken face.

"What? Tell me," I pleaded.

"Ever heard of the great walls of China?" he asked, getting comfortable. One of the pilots announced that we should buckle the seat belts.

"Yes," I replied emphatically. "So we are seeing the great walls of China?"

"Definitely!"

"Sounds adventurous," I replied.

"Also, what about the forbidden city? Have you heard of that one?"

"The what?" I asked, amazed.

"The forbidden city!" he repeated.

"What's that? And how are we going to get there if it's forbidden?" I asked

"Jace's magic," he said, infusing a little humor in our conversation, but I did not laugh.

"Come on, Jace, explain it to me."

"Alright," he began. "In ancient times, the emperor was said to be a son of Heaven, and therefore Heaven's supreme power was bestowed upon him. The emperors' residence led north as an earthly foil to the heavenly Purple Palace, the North Star, thought to be home to the Celestial Emperor. So, considered a holy place, it was certainly forbidden to ordinary people, and that's why the Forbidden City is so named."

"Wow, awesome! I want to get to China right away," I said happily.

He smirked. "Don't hold your breath on my account; China is at the earliest nine hours away."

"What?!" I demanded.

"Did I stutter?"

I stared at my fingers and instinctively began biting them. Seriously, that long? Well, I turned to look behind me to find the extra space on the jet that housed a room with a bed and everything with glee. It would feel nice to live on a plane, permanently airborne; I thought,... no, that would be stupid, I countered.

This idea to go to China was grand! I loved it. The jet had just left the ground a few moments ago, and I was delighted to be airborne. This brought back a feeling of euphoria. Although slightly different was the inclusion of the two pilots in the cockpit. I wondered if they would hear us if we eventually started having sex. I wanted to ask Jace, but he seemed to be relaxing. His eyes were shut.

What happened to sex on the jet? He was intentionally delaying his turn to dominate, possibly because he did not want me to have my turn tonight.

"Jace?" I said after a while of silence.

"Hmm? What?" he answered, and I frowned. What did he mean by that? I was horny.

"Hello, what happened to having sex on the jet?" I said, pressing my legs together.

"Oh, come on, we just started flying!" he said. "Can we at least get out of Milan completely?"

I frowned more and ignored the question. I started watching a movie after a while, but then I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was surprised that I was on a bed. It was almost as if I was at home, on the ground. I got scared that my wedding, the whole flight on a jet to China, was a dream. The fog began to lift, and I realized that I was indeed on a plane, and I saw Jace standing there in front of me with a glass of wine.

"I wanted to wake you, but then you were sleeping so beautifully, and I decided to allow you rest," he said, smiling.

"How long have I been out?" I asked, and he checked his watch.

"Six hours since you fell asleep," he replied. We had been flying for six hours, and I had spent most of the time sleeping.

"Wow, so in three hours or so, we will be in China?" I asked, watching him set down the glass on a cabinet. I imagined the glass falling, breaking into a million pieces if things got turbulent.

"Yes, we will, Signora De Leon," he said, preying on me on the bed. The name rolled out of his mouth so sweetly in that Italian accent, and my mouth curled in the most beautiful smile.

"Signor Jace," I said, pushing my breast upwards at him. "We are way past Milan now, and I expect you to keep your promise."

"Very well then," he said, bringing his lips to mine. It was a tender kiss that was slow, deliberate, and artfully done.

I can feel the tension between my legs. I'm so horny; I burn for Jace; my whole body burns for him. He looked up at me with his burning eye, and his eyes burned with desires. I know he wants me; I can see and feel his body twitches beneath me.

"Oh, Brielle," Those were his last words before he captured my lips on his wet sexy lips harshly.

Jace's tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. As he was about to come from the deep-throating kiss, He suddenly moved away and slowly undressed me. He took off my shirt, Jean, underpants, and made me lie down on the chair.

His clothes were on, though. he sat on the chair, took my hand, and brought it under his unzipped trousers. He was not wearing a boxer. My hand felt the warmth on his hard rocky dick. I held, shifted my orange string pants to the left, and placed his hand under my vagina, deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all sucked inside.

The deep kisses continued. "Jace!" I called breathlessly; he was also fighting for breath.

His eyes were filled with lust filler. He looked like he was about to rip me apart from my skin. He looked down at his fingers and started playing with my sticky wetness.

"Brielle..." He called huskily.

"Yes, daddy," I replied like the little slut I am.

Then Jace De Leon mounted me and used my hand to slip him inside me. Once he had me deep inside, he began a slow rotation of my hips as he moved, the edges of the orange string pant and caressed my naked stomach and thighs.

"Brielle. Ride on me!" He ordered.

Without much thinking, I removed my underwear because, yes—I was given an order from Jace De Leon, my husband. Who am I not to do what is asked of me?

I fully hold the collar of his shirt and drag it. The dress button flies all over the place, his bare chest looks so vast and warm, and I can't wait to have him all to myself.

"Kneel!" He ordered again from his sitting position with his legs spread apart. I slowly knelt as told.

"Now, unzip and suck on me!" He said again.

I did as told, and I slowly held his massive dick. My hand could not contain all of it. I lick at the tip before immediately taking his dick inside my mouth. A loud growled escaped his lips as he moaned on every stroke I gave to him.

"Brie... Oh, fuck... Brielle... I love you so much," He moans out all his attempted words.

I kept on with my speed, and his moans were getting louder at every deep throwing stroke. I removed my mouth from his dick and placed my fingers between his lips.

"Shush. They can hear your every moan," I whisper.

His eyes held the crisis of desire. His eyes shut close as he bit his bottom lips. "Brie, please, ride me now; I can't take it anymore; I don't want to cum before the fun even gets started."

I smiled at him. Yes, I wanted him too. I stood up and slowly spread my legs apart, and slowly placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of my vagina.

"I'm going in now," I said with a harsh breath.

"You may!" He mumbled.

In less than a second, he was all inside me. I felt my heart explode in sparks, and I was riding on top him, looking like a soft, gigantic marshmallow that its sweetness poked its face up through your tongue before flowing down on my wing pipe.

My vagina felt warm and, at the same time, cold. It tried to envelop his dick, to draw him in, and at the same time to press myself out. His erection grew longer and fatter. I felt I was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond simple sexual pleasure. It felt as if something inside me, something special inside him, was slowly working its way through my organ into me.

I was doing this. I was inventing something. I held him and put him again, this time, more profound. He felt deeper in me. I'll never forget it. I was in charge, and he liked it. I held his hands down. He pretended he was trying to break free. I let my tits touch his face. He went mad; he bucked. He split me in two. I pushed down. I couldn't believe it. One of his fingers flicked over my bum. I did it to him. He lifted and yanked. I couldn't believe it. There was no end to it, no end to the things Jace does to me.

He did something. I copied him. I did something. He did it back. He held me carefully in his arm as he slowly got up and dropped me down.

"Now, it's my turn, Brielle," His voice sends thunderbolts down my dripping pussy.

Jace bent me backward and he took me from behind. I pushed back, forced more of him into me. He thrusts deeper and faster. He growls in every swift thrust he shares. I moan about the pleasures that he gave down to me.

"Brielle..."

"Jace..."

"I'm on my peak, Brielle," he moans in sweet pleasures.

"Jace... I'm on my peak, too," I moan out in every deep fuck Jace offers.

With faster and harder thirst. "Fuck!" He yelled in pleasure. "I'm out!" He added.

"Me... Me too, Jace!" I said, feeling my body vibrate.

In less than a second, I felt his hot liquid spreading deeply inside of me. "I love you so much, Brielle," He said as my leg shook drastically at the pleasures I was given.

I slowly took his dick out and knelt, and I sucked him. He licked me. I made his remaining droplets fall inside of my tongue as I continued sucking on his still hard dick; I felt his toes curling up. The whole Jet was swiveled, and we heard a loud signal giggle from the pilot's cockpit.

"Fuck!" Jace mumbles.

"I think they heard us!" I added with a shy giggle.