Page 38 of Such A Good Guy
I watch Luna sleep, my hands itching to touch her, and when they dim the lights in the first class cabin, I gently ease my fingers underneath the blanket keeping her warm.
First, they feel her belly, my heart starting to pound as my hand spans across the tiny little bump.
My blood hums with pleasure as I think about how soon it will be until my hand won’t be able to reach across her belly. But right now I can feel the little bump, my cock instantly pounding when I think about how I’ve filled her good, given her what she’s been wanting.
My seed did that. And I want to do it again, give Luna a big family.
I adjust myself so I can gently stroke her belly, bending down to see something jabbing me in the leg.
It’s Luna’s passport. I bend and tuck it further into my backpack.
It gives me a pang of anxiety to know that she’s pissed I have her passport. But it wouldn’t be healthy for her to leave me right now. I have to be here to make sure she takes care of herself in this pregnancy. I have to be firm now and do what I know is best for Luna.
And I don’t think I can let her go again
No matter how diligently I remember how a gentleman should behave.
My fingers slip further, moving down until they curl into her soft sweet heat.
I bite my lip to stifle a groan in the quiet plane. Everyone’s asleep and we have the row to ourselves. But I don’t want anything interrupting my time with my angel.
Fucking hell, is she ever wet. My fingers glide into through her pussy lips and into her cunt, my fingers making a delicious slick sound as I draw them out and then push them inside again.
My belly tightens with my desire for her, and in the dark I see her lips part, a soft sound escaping as I begin to put a little pressure on that swollen clit that’s begging for my attention
Oh god, she’s so fucking hot—
Suddenly, there’s a fucking light switched on and one of the flight attendants is standing there.
“Want a blowjob?” she hisses.
She seems excited, nervous, bending over me to squash her tits together, running a hand through her hair.
But my fingers are deep in my pregnant future wife’s sleeping pussy and I do not and will never give a single shit about anyone else.
“No, thank you,” I say, remembering the manners that are so important to Luna, even though she’s asleep.
She pouts and leaves for a moment without turning the light out.
I add another finger and feel Luna grind against my hand, her hips making needy motions under the blankets, trying to figure out if I could stretch and turn out the light with my other hand.
I want darkness for all the things I intend to do to her body. It was only going to be me and Luna’s body, and I had made damn sure of that ever since I met her.
But as I stretched up my arm, the flight attendant was back, and another woman with her.
Fuck, what did they want now?
“We could both suck on your dick,” she offers, whispering loudly. Way too fucking loudly. I felt annoyance rise in me.
If this woke Luna up and kept me from giving her a healthy amount of orgasms, I was going to be pissed.
“No,” I say.
“Is she all right?” the second one hisses loudly as Luna’s head grinds back in her reclined seat, her beautiful lips opened to give a sleepy groan.
“Sleep apnea,” I lie, feeling Luna’s beautiful slick walls contracting around my hand.
So close
