She didn’t want to let him go. She knew once they broke apart, the awkward silence would begin. For now it was just two lovers enjoying the aftermath of what they’d just shared.
They were still lying pressed together when the driver announced they would reach their destination in about five minutes, over the car intercom.
Amy flushed scarlet, quickly scrambling to get her clothing back in place. “Where’s my bra?” she asked in a panic.
Lucas laughed aloud at the horror on her face, at the thought of getting caught naked in the back of a car with her husband.
He pulled the bra out from behind him and handed it over to her. She finished dressing in record time and then scooted away from him a bit. Lucas straightened up himself, but knew the clothes would be coming back off in a few minutes. He found it very endearing that his wife was afraid to be caught necking in the back of the car.
He’d just finished loving his wife, far too quickly and now wanted to take her again much more slowly and thoroughly. He could already feel his body hardening in anticipation of sinking into her again. He couldn’t understand how he could crave her so quickly after being totally satisfied.
They pulled up to the airport where his private jet was awaiting their arrival. Lucas led her inside while the luggage was loaded. “We’ll be taking off in about thirty minutes Mr. Anderson. Is there anything I can get for you two while we are waiting?” Some far too cute and perky blond lady asked them when they were inside.
“Yes Lana, thank you, we’ll each have dinner and I’ll take a glass of bourbon.”
“What would you like to drink, dear?” He asked Amy.
“I would love some milk please,” she simply replied, realizing for the first time she was starving.
She loved the term of endearment coming off of his lips. It made her feel like a real wife.
“Here’s your drink Mrs. Anderson. Your meal will be out in just a few moments,” the perky flight attendant said as she returned promptly.
Amy looked up at her, with a bit of shock. She’d called her Mrs. Anderson. She was Mrs.
Anderson. That hadn’t really sunk in. She’d continually thought about the power that name commanded and now she had that name. She was so out of sorts in his world that she didn’t know how she could ever possibly fit in.
“How are you feeling?” Lucas asked her.
“Really good actually,” she replied. “I forgot to eat today though, so I’m starving. I think I could consume an entire cow right now. Would it be rude for me to ask for two of the little dinners?” she asked him, somewhat embarrassed.
Lucas laughed out loud at her question. “We have a full meal prepared for us Amy. I don’t think you will have to worry about being hungry. I’m pretty famished myself. I didn’t get much chance to eat with everything that was going on.”
“Here’s your appetizer.” Amy looked down at the plate Lana had set in front of her and her mouth started to water. There were several little things on it sending up the most amazing aromas. Her stomach growled loudly enough for both Lucas and the perfect Lana to hear.
“Well you better dig in before my son starts growling some more,” Lucas said and patted her stomach.
Amy was so shocked by the intimate moment she again got tears in her eyes. She leaned over and kissed him impulsively. “Your son or daughter,” she stressed with humor, “is just fine. It’s the mommy that could consume everything in sight right now.” She grabbed her fork and moaned aloud at how good it tasted.
Lucas sat there enjoying her pleasure for a few moments before starting on his own food. “I will serve your salads after we have taken off,” Lana said and then left them to eat.
Amy finished off her food and looked over at what was remaining on Lucas’s plate longingly.
He laughed at her pathetic look and then speared a bite and fed it to her. She closed her eyes in pleasure and he forgot all about food as all the blood rushed to his groin.
What she did to him was amazing. He wanted her all the time. She took so much pleasure in everything. He was starting to see he’d formed the wrong opinion about her. There was no way a person could act this well. She didn’t get that look of ecstasy on her face when she saw the expensive items all around her. She did when she took a bite of food that melted on her tongue and definitely when he was thrusting inside of her.
“Amy can we please start this honeymoon off on the right foot. I’m sorry for the accusations I made against you. I would really like for us to just let things go and have a good trip,” he said as he took her hand in his.
It was the first time ever when he’d actually apologized and asked something of her instead of demanding it. How could she possibly resist that?
Amy’s eyes filled with tears once again and she shook her head yes. “These dang pregnancy hormones make me cry at the drop of a hat, I’m warning you now,” she said on a little laugh.
“I’m not usually so emotional.”
“I like you this way,” he whispered and kissed her a little bit longer. “We’ve been cleared for takeoff Mr. Anderson. Please fasten your seat belts and we should have a smooth flight. The wind is going in our direction so we should be touching down in Paris at nine,” said the pilot’s voice over the intercom.
“I’ve never flown on a jet before but I’ve seen the movies and I have to tell you this is much nicer than sharing a row of seats with a big sweaty guy next to you and a screaming toddler behind,” Amy said excitedly.
Lucas burst out laughing. She really was a fresh breath of air. “I would have to agree with you there.”
During the takeoff Amy’s face was glued to the window. She was fascinated by the whole procedure. She loved how the jet suddenly burst with speed. The feeling as they lifted into the air was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
She had no fear; she was feeling alive with adrenaline. She definitely had to add flying to her list of favorite things to do. She would have to see if her husband would fly her around to other places later. Maybe he would for their anniversary the next year.
Once they reached a certain height, Lana brought them out more food. They ate several courses including the best lobster she’d ever tasted. That definitely didn’t come from the bargain market’s frozen department. After the final course was served, she leaned back in her chair and rubbed her stomach. “You were right Lucas, I’m stuffed,” she said to him sleepily as a yawn escaped her lips.