Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 739 : On the Plane

*Caterina*

I was giddy as Elio drove us to the airstrip. I thought that I would eventually get used to the way he loved to spoil me, but it was impossible to ever get used to this level of treatment.

He treated me like I was his entire reason for existence. He went so above and beyond when it came to ensuring that I was happy that I couldn’t imagine not having him there to take me on spontaneous trips. But it wasn’t just about the trips and the clothes and jewelry, it was also about the fact that he so obviously wanted to build a life with me. Nobody had ever been as dedicated to me as Elio, and with every passing day, it became clearer and clearer that he was my soulmate.

He reached out his hand and rested it on the back of my neck, massaging gently where he knew I often held a lot of tension when I was stressed. I smiled and closed my eyes, leaning into the massage as we drove.

His touch was magical. It was like he always knew exactly where I needed him to be. It was the same when we made love; sometimes I felt like he could read my mind, he was able to please me so well.

We arrived at the airstrip and got out, Elio went around to the trunk to grab our bags. I hoped he had remembered to pack everything; I would have to go straight from the airstrip to class the next day.

But I knew I could trust Elio. He always thought of everything. He wasn’t the kind of person who needed reminders.

A man greeted us and Elio handed him the keys to the car. “I’ll let you know what time we get back,” Elio said as the man climbed in.

“Yes, sir, it’s no trouble at all,” the man said.

Elio took my hand and pulled me to the plane. I couldn’t believe that I was about to spontaneously fly somewhere. Although I’d been with Elio for a while, I still couldn’t get used to this level of wealth.

My mom and I had never wanted for money, but we had definitely been commercial airplane people. It boggled my mind to think that people could just get on a plane without having to arrive at an airport two hours before and get through the gauntlet of security.

This jet was slightly smaller than the one we normally rode in, but I liked the coziness of it. Elio explained that it was another one from the family fleet. There were only four seats for passengers. The rest of the space was intended for the crew.

“It’s just us and the pilot today,” Elio explained. “It’ll be a short flight, so I thought we’d prefer the privacy.”

I smiled at his suggestive tone. I definitely liked the sound of that.

Elio sat in one of the seats and tugged me down to sit on his lap. I giggled as he wrapped his hands around me. “Isn’t the pilot going to come back and talk to us or something?” I asked, moving as though I was going to stand up.

“Nah, I already told him we’d want our privacy,” he said in a low voice that had every nerve ending in my body lighting up with anticipation.

“You’re such a presumptuous man,” I scolded him in a teasing voice.

“You’re such a beautiful woman,” he answered, reaching his hand up under my shirt to cup one of my breasts. His fingers skated over my nipple, squeezing just enough to make me gasp.

“Tell me where we’re going!” I demanded, pulling away slightly. It was torturous to lose the perfect feeling of his hand on me, but I knew it would make the end result that much sweeter.

“What’ll you give me?” he asked, tightening his grip on my waist so that I couldn’t move away from his touch again.

I moaned as his hand found its place on my breast once again. This time instead of a light squeeze, he firmly grasped my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Involuntarily, I arched against him, giving him better access. My thoughts became jumbled and I couldn’t think of anything other than his hands on my body.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured smugly before reaching up my shirt with his other hand. I was putty in his hands, unable to resist how perfectly he touched me.

I adjusted myself so that I was straddling him in the seat, my legs spread wide over his lap and my hands braced on his shoulders. The skirt I was wearing had hiked up so that my thighs were exposed and the only thing separating us was the thin fabric of my panties.

Heat pooled low in my core and I knew I was ridiculously wet already. I moved against Elio, trying to find a satisfying friction, but he was just out of reach.

“I need to taste you,” he said before nipping my earlobe and sending another shockwave through me.

He pulled his hands away from my breasts, causing me to whine at the sudden loss of contact, but he quickly wrapped them under my thighs and stood up, turning around to sit me back in the chair by myself. Once I was settled, Elio knelt in front of me and spread my legs, resting my thighs over his shoulders.

He kissed his way from the inside of my knee up to the softest part of my thigh, then turned to the other leg and did the same thing. I couldn’t stop myself from writhing wildly beneath his touch, but his strong hands firmly grasped my thighs to keep them in place.

Knowing that I was spread wide for him and couldn’t do anything about it only increased my pleasure. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Finally, he leaned forward and pushed my panties to the side so that I was fully exposed. I shivered as his hot breath hit my soaking wet pussy. The anticipation was nearly as pleasurable as the act itself, especially when it came to Elio. He knew exactly how long to make me wait so that I was constantly on the precipice of an orgasm but never pushed too far.

Without warning, he dove into me with his tongue, licking a quick stripe directly toward my clit. I grasped at his hair, needing something to hold on to as he latched on to my clit and began to suck.

A silent scream built in my chest, unable to come out for fear of interrupting the pilot. I clenched my hand into a fist and brought it to my mouth in an attempt to stifle myself.

Elio continued to work me with his tongue, and soon he added his fingers to the mix, pushing them inside of me and using them to stretch me even wider for his tongue. I looked down to see that his eyes were closed and a look of pure bliss had taken over his features.

How was it possible that he felt like that while going down on me? I supposed it was the same way that I felt when I was using my mouth on him. Being able to give the person I loved such extreme pleasure was one of my greatest joys. In fact, I found that the closer I got to my own release, the more I wanted to get the chance to get my mouth on Elio first.

“Wait,” I panted. “Don’t make me come yet. I want to taste you, too.”

Elio didn’t bother to stop while I was speaking, instead preferring to listen to me struggle to even manage a complete sentence. I knew he loved seeing just how much he pleased me, but I also knew he wouldn’t turn down a blow job.

With one last hard lick that left my legs shaking, he pulled away. His fingers remained inside of me, pumping in and out just slowly enough to keep my pleasure from building any further from where it was at. I was able to concentrate, but just barely.

“Fuck, baby, you look so good like this,” he groaned as he stood up, leaning down so that his fingers never left their place deep inside me. “Alright, go ahead and get on your knees.”

Elio helped me out of the chair, keeping his fingers inside of me. I had no idea how he managed to maintain his smooth rhythm even while the both of us were moving around, but somehow he did. Wetness dripped down my thighs, but I was too turned on to care.

He didn’t pull his fingers free until I had knelt down in front of him and he needed to stand up in order to give me access to what I wanted.

“Keep touching yourself for me, okay?” he said.

I was more than happy to comply as he undid his belt and pulled his cock free. I slipped my hand between my thighs and immediately sought out my clit. It was swollen and practically pulsed against my fingers as I rubbed myself in tight circles.

With my other hand, I took Elio’s cock at the base and brought it to my mouth, circling my tongue over the head in the way I knew drove him wild. He threw his head back and moaned, filling me with an even greater satisfaction than what I already felt.

Soon, I was taking him deep into my mouth and moving my fingers on myself to the same tempo. The both of us were moaning so wildly that I was sure the pilot would hear us even over the sound of the plane, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

“I’m getting close,” Elio gritted out as he tried to stop himself from thrusting wildly into my mouth. “I want to finish inside you.”

I wanted that, too. I let go of him so that he could sit back down in the chair and pull me back on top of him.

Before I straddled his lap, he hooked his fingers in the band of my panties and pulled them down to my ankles, leaving them there so that I felt vaguely tied up. He settled me over his cock and held my hips, encouraging me to sink down.

I was so wet that I was able to slide down on him with ease. Elio used my hips to guide my speed, encouraging me to set a fast pace that had my breasts bouncing in my shirt. The fact that we were both fully clothed made the entire act feel that much more erotic. Neither of us lasted long before we both climaxed at the same time, my own orgasm spurring on Elio’s.

I laid my head on his shoulder, too tied up in my panties to move off of him. He kissed my temple and moved his hands up from my hips to my back, rubbing in gentle circles.

“You’re so fucking amazing,” he whispered against my ear.

I smiled and nuzzled against his neck, relishing the warmth of his body and his words.

As the plane began to descend, he fixed his clothes back up before helping me pull my underwear back on. I was sure that my clothes were fairly rumpled after everything, but I couldn’t bring myself to care.

I glanced out the window to see the Golden Gate Bridge.

“Welcome to San Francisco!” Elio said proudly.