Untouched (BWWM)

Forty-Six|Secret Honeymoon

Kira kisses my forehead. I love whenever he does that.

"Come on baby we have a plane to catch."

I nod. He kissed theirs as well. He takes my hand leading me out the room. I make sure the door is cracked. Katina will be checking on them soon.

Michail stands up once we get downstairs. He'll be driving us to the airport because we won't be taking Kira's truck.

"You guys ready?"

"Yes thanks again Michail." I tell him.

He shakes his head. "No problem Eureka. We're family and family looks out for one another."

We head out. Kira loads up our luggage. Mine is a medium size suitcase, carry-on, and backpack. Kira has only one large suitcase. He alway packs light. Which means more room for me to bring souvenirs home.

Obsidian is once again in the care of Kasia. She graciously offered. He's warmed up to her. It's probably since she often stops by to visit her nephews.

"All set." Kira says.

We climb in Michail's dad van, a Chrysler quickly heading off on the road.

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My husband went big for our honeymoon. 

I didn't expect this. Who'd guess we'll be boarding a private jet? Not me, especially since I thought we're flying economy. Michail dropped us at the airport but he didn't drive to departures. He went to a different area where Kira and I exchanged rides. A golf cart drove us the rest of the way to this Jet. Whoes it is I don't know.

The inside is beautiful. Opulence luxury and wealth blankets the cabin. There is even a bedroom and ensuite in back. I got a short tour from my husband before we sat down just now.

"Do you like it?"

He asks after we sit beside each other in the spacious seats that allows us to stretch out our legs completely. Recline backwards into a bed postion. Considering Kira is 6'5" he has more than enough leg room. Especially compared to the last time we flew.

"Yeah I love it. I can't believe I'm on a private jet right now. Whoes is it?"

"An old client of mine. He loved the blueprints I did a few years ago. Jim thought I charged him too cheap, considering he's a multimillionaire. At the time he offered me a free favor whenever I wanted it. I took him up on his offer when I knew I wanted to pull out all the stops for our honeymoon."

While listening to his reasoning I look around the cabin. The design, aesthetic which is tastefully put together in creme and dark brown furnishings. The spacing between all the other seating gives each person and the person beside them privacy.

There's a blanket stowed on the side of the comfortable leather seats. Craftsmanship sown all thoughout, each im their stitching. My ass has never felt this cushioned on a plane before.

Buttons on the side of each handbar to call for assistance from the flight attendants. There are only two on board. It also controls the TV screens in front us. There is so much opulence I can't take it all in. My eyes move around becoming stimulated from the experience.

"Plus I wanted to make sure we're comfortable."

"I can't get more comfortable than this. Thanks baby. I'm going to sleep for sure. How long is our flight?" I ask him.

Is he going to tell me? Will that give away where we're going?