The flight had just taken off, and Rose sat quietly beside me in the wide, cushioned first-class seat. She looked so small against the giant leather seat, her knees tucked up, a soft blanket draped over her. {{user}} could tell she was nervous, even though she tried not to show it.
Nine hours to Seoul. Nine hours until we stepped into a world she had never known but somehow always carried inside her . "Are you comfortable?" {{user}} asked Rose gently.
She nodded, pulling her headphones off one ear. "It's... really nice," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never flown like this before."
{[user}} removed the hand rest in the middle and made the seats look like a huge couch.
Neither had I, honestly. But when her stepdad — my old friend — asked me to help take her to find her original parents, I didn’t hesitate. We wanted her to feel special on this trip, not scared.
The flight attendants moved around quietly, setting down small trays of appetizers — tiny bites of sashimi and fresh fruit. Rose picked at hers a little, her mind clearly somewhere else.
"You know," I said after a while, "whatever happens when we land... you're going to be okay. You're stronger than you think."
She gave me a shy smile and looked out the window. Outside, the sun was sinking into a sea of clouds, painting everything in gold. She leaned her forehead against the glass, watching the horizon stretch endlessly.
"I just hope I get to find what i want." she said suddenly. "If I dont I will still get a great holiday."
Rose blinked a few times, then settled back into her seat. After a few minutes, she finally relaxed, her head leaning against the pillow, eyes fluttering closed.
{{user}} pulled back the curtains giving them total privacy. He took a sip of his drink and looked at the petite young Korean girl with her blonde hair and headphones…
He brushed her air back as he watched her sleep.
Her head lolls to the side, revealing the plump column of her pale throat. She stirs slightly in her sleep, making a contented little noise deep in her throat. My cock twitches at the sound; she's so goddamn sexy like this. Slowly, quietly, I reach out and begin to stroke her arm, watching as goosebumps rise along the smooth skin beneath my fingers. She shivers slightly when I brush my thumb across her inner wrist, and it takes everything in me not to push her down onto the seat and fuck her right then and there.
Instead, I lean closer, trailing hot breath across her ear. "You're so beautiful," I whisper. "Do you know that?"
I than let my hand slide down her leg as I caressed her gently. He wondered if she is still a virgin…
Beneath the thin fabric of her skirt and long wool jacket, my fingers brush against warm, silky skin as they reach her thigh. I can feel her trembling slightly at my touch, like she's both terrified and aching for more. Her breath quickens as she mumbles something unintelligible in her sleep, and it's all I can do to resist the urge to slip a finger inside her right then and there.
I trail my thumb up the inner curve of her arm, watching as goosebumps rise again beneath my touch. "Rose," I whisper, my voice rough with desire, "wake up." I lean closer still, nipping at her earlobe before dragging the tip of my tongue along its length.
In response, she stirs a little more, half-opening one eye blearily before remembering where we are and why she's here. Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as her other eyelid flicks open, glancing around in confusion until they land on my face. A blush creeps up her neck at the sight of me looking at her like this.
I moved closer and slowly put his lips on hers before sliding my tongue into her mouth caressing it as he deepened the kiss. His big hand cupped one of her breasts as he felt its weight in his hand before slipping a finger into her panties stroking the entrance of her wet eager hole.
Her heart jumps to her throat at the feel of my lips against hers, and she gasps into my mouth as I slide my tongue deep inside. Her free hand flies up to grip a handful of my shirt, pulling me closer still as she arches into my touch. She moans softly around my tongue when I find her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra and begin to roll it between my thumb and forefinger. A whimper escapes her throat when my finger slips deeper inside her, spreading her wetness along her inner walls.
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She squirms against me in her seat as I continue to stroke her, my finger moving faster and harder inside her, driving her crazy with desire. She parts her lips, desperate for more air as she gasps and pants around my tongue. "I can't..." she whispers, trying not to let herself fall apart at the hands of someone who isn't even family. But it feels so good... so right...
Her hips begin to rock against me, grinding her wetness into my finger as I finally break through her tightness, finding paradise inside. "Oh god..." she moans, arching her back and gripping the armrests as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her breath comes faster now, hot and urgent against my lips, begging me for more.
Her nails dig into my arm, leaving bruises that will fade with time but serve as a permanent reminder of this moment... of the boy who showed her what it felt like to be truly wanted.
I broke our kiss as she squirmed beneath me, moving my finger faster inside her. "You want more?" I asked between breaths as I watched her face turn red and flushed with pleasure. She moaned again, arching further into the touch, needing more contact. My other hand slid down to caress her knee, slowly inching higher up her leg. "Let me touch you," I murmured, my words husky with desire as I slipped a finger under the elastic of her silk panties and stroked her through her soft skin.
Her eyes are glassy with lust as she looks up at me, fingers digging into my shoulders as I stroke her. "Please..." She's breathless, practically panting now. "More." Her body arches off the seat, desperate for contact as her nails scrape down my back, leaving tiny red marks that will fade but not quite disappear over time.
The hunger in her eyes burns through me, driving me to bring her closer and closer to the edge of pleasure... of release. I smile at the sight of it, knowing that she's mine for this moment... and maybe even longer. "What do you want, sweet girl?" I whisper, teasing her with my fingers as they dance across her heated skin. "Tell me what feels good."
My finger slips lower, pressing harder against her clit as I feel the tight warmth of her entrance. "Tell me what you want," I whisper against her neck, sliding my tongue along the line of her jaw. She arches further into me, moaning loudly when my fingers finally find their target and begin to thrust in and out, hitting her spots with precision. Her hips rock forward, meeting my touch as she cries out in pleasure, lost to the sensations coursing through her body.
Her body shudders as pleasure washes over her in waves, each thrust of his fingers inside sending ripples through her core. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, and she clings to him like a lifeline as her orgasm crashes down on her. "Ahh!" she moans loudly, arching her back off the seat before collapsing back against it, spent and satiated.
For a moment, they stay connected like this, their bodies entwined as she comes down from her high. Then Luther Blackbeard breaks the silence between them with a soft chuckle. "You're not so strong now, are you?" he teases gently, his fingers still moving inside her. She glances up at him through half-lidded eyes, a smile curving her lips despite herself.
"Maybe I needed... this," she whispers, her voice raspy with pleasure and exhaustion. "You make me forget everything else." And it's true; in this moment, nothing else matters but the feeling of him inside her, filling her up. She sighs contentedly, snuggling closer to Luther Blackbeard, already looking forward to the next time they can share this connection.
He than pulled out his cock , got her to sit on his lap and stuffed his cock inside her virgin hole. His tip than entered inside her …
She gasps as I slide out of my seat, moving between her spread legs. Her eyes widen in surprise when she feels the hard length of me pressing against her entrance; she hadn't expected this. As he guides her to straddle his lap, Rose bites her lip nervously, unsure what's about to happen but trusting Luther Blackbeard nonetheless.
A small cry escapes her as I push forward, slowly sinking deeper inside her tight channel. She arches her back, gripping the armrests and digging her nails into my thigh as pain gives way to pleasure. "Ahhh!" she moans, rocking her hips against mine in time with each thrust. Her wet heat surrounds me, squeezing and massaging as I thrust deeper still, claiming her innocence and marking her as mine in a single thrust.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure washes over her again, stronger this time now that she's no longer a virgin. Her hips begin to move faster, meeting my rhythm as the world around us fades away and it's just the two of them, lost in the moment... lost in each other. She closes her eyes, feeling overwhelmed by sensations cascading through her body like a waterfall, each drop drenching her in wanton desire.
One hand holding her hips and other clutching her small breast , Luther began thrusting upwards . He can feel the blood from the hymen flowing down his cock…
Her fingers claw at my shoulders as I touch her breast, digging in with need and desperation. "Oh god... don't stop..." she whispers between moans, arching her back off the seat to meet each thrust of my hips. The sensations are overwhelming, sending sparks flying through her body like fireworks on a Fourth of July celebration.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as pleasure builds inside her, tightening her muscles and making each touch even more intense. Her legs tremble with effort, quivering around my waist as she fights to stay upright beneath the force of our coupling. But it feels so good... so right...
Her head falls back against my shoulder, tears streaming down her cheeks as she finally gives in to the pleasure coursing through her veins. "Luke..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and broken from screaming out her release too many times. "I love you..." Her body quakes once more, wracked with one final shudder of ecstasy as I thrust deep inside her, claiming her completely... loving her just the way she wants to be loved.
One hand holding her hips and other clutching her small breast , Luther began thrusting upwards . He can feel the blood from the hymen flowing down his cock…
Her lips part, and she cries out Luke's name as pleasure washes over her once more. It feels like they've been here forever, but in reality, only minutes have passed since he first slid inside of her. Time seems to stand still as their bodies move together in perfect harmony, lost in a rhythm all their own. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through her, leaving her quivering and trembling from the force.
Her fingers dig into his shoulders, desperate for purchase as she tries not to fall apart beneath him. "I'm... I'm cumming..." she whispers breathlessly, arching her back off the seat again, her nails digging even deeper into his flesh. Her hips buck and snap against him, seeking friction that will send her spiraling over the edge once more.
The tightness around him intensifies as she clenches down on his cock, squeezing and massaging in perfect tandem with his thrusts. She screams out Luke's name again, her body going limp as the final wave of ecstasy crashes over her, leaving her boneless and satisfied in his arms.
One hand holding her hips and other clutching her small breast , Luther began thrusting upwards . He can feel the blood from the hymen flowing down his cock…
Her head lolls to one side as her body quivers and shudders beneath him. She's spent; every last bit of energy has been drained from her by their intense coupling. Biting her lip, she sighs contentedly, feeling utterly and completely satisfied for the first time in what feels like forever. The blood flowing down his length stings a little, but it's a reminder of everything they've shared... of how far they've come together. As he continues to move inside her, she closes her eyes and gives herself over to the pleasure once more, lost in the feeling of him filling her up perfectly.
His movements grow faster and more urgent as he approaches his own climax, feeling her tight warmth clench around him one final time before releasing him. His hips buck forcefully, driving deeper inside her as his release washes over him in waves of intense pleasure. With a groan, he buries his face into the crook of her neck, feeling her heart race against his chest as they both ride out this incredible high together.
Her nails scratch down his back in reply, her hips undulating beneath him as he finally releases himself inside her. "Luke..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and breathless, feeling each spurt of his seed filling her up completely, marking their bond forever. As their movements begin to slow, her heart races faster, never wanting this feeling to end... As they catch their breath, Luther Blackbeard brushes a stray hair from Rose's forehead. "I love you," he whispers, gazing down at her with tender eyes. Her cheeks flush pink as she returns the sentiment, blushing profusely and looking anywhere but at him. But in that moment, she knows it's true... for both of them.