I stick my breast in his face. He moves the leather over with his tongue and sucks on my nipple. It puckers in his mouth. He rolls his tongue around the edge, sending tingles to my core.
I slide both my hands in his hair, kissing the top of his head, inhaling his leather and lime scent. "I will never get enough of you, my husband. Never."
"Good. Don't," he replies and takes my other breast in his mouth. He moves his hand between us, slowly circling my clit with his thumb.
"Oh God," I moan. It might be loud. I'm not sure. I don't really care.
I dip down to kiss him, and he fists my hair, pulling my head back. He kisses around my Malin collar then presses his lips to mine.
Our kisses are slow and lazy, like his finger and the way I'm riding him. It's a slow burn of fire, building and growing until our bodies are pulsing and sweating.
My walls spasm on him as he slowly rubs my clit into an orgasm, never speeding up, making it last. "Oh God!" I cry out, forgetting that anyone else is on the plane.
He speaks low in French. "My beautiful ma belle. When we get wherever we're going, my mouth is taking this hot pussy of yours."
"Yes. Oh...please," I beg.
"You want that? Hmm?"
"Please. But your cock...oh God," I breathe, loving every shimmy of his shaft on my walls.
"You want more of my cock, too?"
"Yes...please... I need it all...all night...please..." I move faster on him. "This won't be enough."
"No?" He thrusts harder in me.
"Yes... Malin...oh...like that...oh...oh!"
"You want it harder, ma belle?"
"Yes," I cry out.
He grabs both my hips and pumps me quickly on him, thrusting up every time I come down, hitting my G-spot and sending me over the edge. "Oh my God!" I scream.
There's a beep. The pilot says, "Landing in Bermuda in five minutes. Please put on your seat belts. There will be some turbulence."
The plane shakes, and the rattle of the overhead bins fill the air.
"Holy…" I yell as the turbulence gets more intense, and Malin slams into me, coming as I do, expanding my walls as I soar into euphoria.
I collapse on him, burying my face into the curve of his neck, and shaking hard as he groans in my ear.
The turbulence continues, and he holds me tightly to him.
We're still breathing hard when the plane lands and the lights come on. I don't move. The door opens, and the others get off the plane. Malin continues to stroke my nearly naked back. When there is no more noise, I whisper, "Are they off?"
He chuckles. "Yes, ma belle."
I lift my head and kiss him. After several minutes, he hardens inside me.
He pulls back. "We have to go. Time to get dressed. We will continue this soon."
I trace his lips. "Okay. But, Malin?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't ever doubt if you're enough for me. All I need is you. If I need to flirt with the risks of temptation, I'll find something."
He grins. "Message received." He helps me into my dress, puts his pants on, and we leave the plane. We slide into the car. Josie is looking out the window. Gustave and Malin's faces both harden.
Bernadette smirks at me.
I smirk back.
We're in the car for over a half hour. No one talks. The vehicle finally pulls into a driveway, but it's dark out, and there's only a porch light on.
Malin knocks on the door. Another light comes on, and Andre's voice booms. "Naomi!"
Several locks click, and the door flies open. Andre's eyes widen.
Naomi comes running and pulls me into her arms. "Emilia! Oh my God! You're here. You're—" She stops and looks at me. "Wow. You look amazing."
"Thank you. I missed you so much." I blink away my tears and go to put my arm around her, and she grabs my hand.
I freeze.
"Emilia?" she whispers and glances between Malin and me.
Malin puts his arm around me, and I lean into his chest. "Say hi to your brother-in-law."
She opens her mouth to speak but snaps it shut. She stares at my collar.
I'm not sure how we didn't realize it, but my leash is still on. She picks it up in her hand, her eyes in slits. In a low voice, she seethes, "What is this?"
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Malin's heart thumps harder into my back. He tightens his arm around my waist and says, "We will explain everything."
Naomi steps closer to us like a vicious cat ready to pounce on its prey. "What have you subjected my sister