First of all, a HUGE HUG and THANK YOU for all of you for hanging with me through this story. I know it was a rollercoaster ride, but I think you'll really enjoy this last chapter.
Second, a HIGH FIVE and HUG for Dinasis for allowing me to pick his brain and share his thoughts on this fic. You're the best, friend! :)
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Diana stared out the window, her mind working to figure out where exactly Bruce was taking her. He hadn't told her anything except for the fact that he had cleared both of their schedules with the League for the next ten days and that they were leaving. He had told her a couple of days ago that he had rescheduled their wedding, but had refused to divulge any other details.
She turned her attention forward where Alfred sat in the front of Bruce's private jet reading a book. He was completely content with his headphones on, no doubt listening to classical music or an opera of some sort.
Across from him, Tim was fast asleep, stretched out on the couch with headphones on as well. Neither he nor Alfred had even hinted at what Bruce was up to, probably sworn to secrecy under penalty of torture or death she was sure.
Turning her attention back to the window to her left, her mind continued to wander as excitement and nervous apprehension built. Soon, she'd be married to the man she loved with her whole heart. All the pain and heartache that they'd endured over the last year was behind them now, hopefully nothing but wedded bliss awaiting them.
She felt a hand slip into hers, squeezing it and dragging her from her reverie. She turned her head to find Bruce had returned to his seat right next to hers, a roguish smile on his face. "A penny for your thoughts."
"I'm just trying to figure out what you're up to," she replied, her eyes naturally falling to the lips she longed to kiss. They'd had so little time to themselves since escaping Lex and Hush. Every single moment spent with him was precious to her.
Her focus on his mouth wasn't missed by the billionaire as he slowly closed the distance between them, his lips now mere inches from hers. "It's a surprise, Princess. My lips are completely sealed."
Diana inclined her head, her mouth dangerously close to his. "Are you sure about that?" she seductively purred, her forefinger coming up to lightly trace over his lips as she tilted her head to kiss along his jaw. "Fortunately, I know various techniques to loosen them for you. Being blessed by Aphrodite does have its advantages…which you've already experienced some of."
Bruce groaned as his eyes fell closed with the sensual pleasure she was stirring inside of him. She leisurely kissed her way to his ear, pausing to nibble and suck on his earlobe before speaking in a throaty voice that would have had any other man nothing more than a puddle at her feet.
"Do you feel your lips loosening now?" she asked.
"Nope," he evenly stated, pulling away from her with a smug smirk. Refusing to give in to her was just about the hardest thing he'd ever done in his entire life, but he wasn't about to cave just yet.
Diana glared darkly at him, settling back into her seat and folding her arms against her abdomen with a huff of annoyance. "You know I could get my lasso out."
"But you would have to catch me first," he reminded, wiggling his eyebrows at her. Reaching over, he took her hand again. "Besides, you don't want to ruin the surprise for my beautiful bride, do you?"
Diana stared at him for a moment, but it turned into a moment too long as he unexpectedly pulled her to him, his lips crashing into hers. He kissed her breathless, finally releasing her for much needed oxygen. "I would take you right here…right now if we didn't have company," he murmured against her lips as his hands roamed began to roam over her.
"You better stop before you can't," she reminded him, tilting her head and offering more of herself to him as he kissed along her neck.
"We could always take this into the bathroom," he huskily suggested, nuzzling his nose against hers. "I've wanted to introduce you to the mile high club for a long time."
Diana abruptly pulled back, giving him a sharp, deadly glare. "Just what kind of club is this and how many women have you initiated into it?"
Her blue eyes were smoldering with desire but mostly jealousy, her innocence doing nothing to settle Bruce's already aroused state. "Well, there was this stewardess once that I had hired for a flight to Indonesia," he replied with his patented playboy grin as his hand came to rest against the back of her neck.
Indignant, Diana glowered at him, daring him with her look alone to continue with his story. "Oh, really?" she questioned as she withdrew from him, a single raven eyebrow arching.
Bruce grinned wolfishly at her, coaxing her back towards him as his hand settled on her neck again. "I'm only teasing you, Princess," he swore to her, pausing to repeatedly brush his lips against hers as he continued to speak. "But I've had…more than one fantasy…about doing it with you…on my private jet."
"Doing what exactly?" she coyly murmured in response, the corners of her lips curling playfully as the last of her jealous anger faded.
Bruce teasingly caressed her lips, chuckling softly before he fully pressed his mouth against hers in a heated kiss. "How about I take you back there and give you a full demonstration?"
He watched with escalating pleasure as Diana's cheeks stained pink, mutual desire flaming in her eyes as her fingertips began to stroke his chest through the opening in his button-down dress shirt. "I think I might like that," she whispered.
"If you two don't mind showing some measure of restraint, I'm going to use the loo," Alfred interjected much to their mutual surprise, especially when he paused by Bruce's seat to lean over in a conspiratorial manner. "By the way, the mile high club is all that it's purported to be…and so much more."
Alfred gave them a small, knowing smirk before straightening and making his way towards the back of the jet. Bruce's eyebrows shot up in stunned disbelief as his words sunk in, his mouth hanging open. He quickly turned to look at Diana whose face was scarlet with embarrassment, her hand over her mouth in an attempt to stifle a giggle that refused to be contained. She turned her head away from him to stare out the window in an effort to gather herself.
"That dirty old man," Bruce muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief and new-found respect.
"Okay, we need to change the subject…now," Diana firmly stated, feeling the heat in her face beginning to fade.
He captured her hand again, his thumb tenderly caressing the back of it. "Fine, but I plan on joining the club with you soon."
Diana pursed her lips thoughtfully, confusing lighting her face. "I'm still not sure I understand this whole club idea, but I'm up for trying anything as long as it's with you."
Bruce's eyes fell closed as he pinched the bridge of his nose, releasing a low slow breath. "Princess, you're making it more than difficult not to take you back there right now."
"The loo is free," Alfred announced in a sing-song voice as he passed by without a pause in his step.
Diana turned her head towards the window again, biting at her bottom lip. She could feel the heat returning to her face once more. She swore if they didn't reach their destination soon, she was going to go crazy mostly because she needed Bruce now more than ever. What was worse was the fact that she knew that he was in the same precarious state that she was in.
Hera, help her.
Diana stared at her reflection in the full length mirror. She could hardly believe this was real. She lightly ran her fingers over the delicate white fabric, more than anxious for Bruce to see her in the dress that she had picked out especially for him, hoping that he would love it as much as she did.
She'd had no idea this morning when she woke up in Gotham that she would be here in Paris this evening marrying the man that she loved. When they had arrived at the hotel, Bruce had escorted her up to her own private suite only to find all of her bridesmaids were already here waiting for her.
She had kissed him with a fierce passion that had taken him by surprise, responding quickly with equal desire until Dick and Donna had finally forced them apart to get ready for their wedding. Her lips were still tingling from that kiss and longing for more.
He'd only left her three hours ago and she already missed him fiercely, more than desperate to start their honeymoon. Her rapidly growing lustful thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, pulling her back to the moment.
"I'll get it!" Donna yelled from the other room where her bridesmaids were getting ready. "Diana, it's a surprise for you!"
Diana's forehead creased as she exited her room, holding the skirt of her dress off the floor. "Is it Bruce?" she asked, looking up in stunned disbelief.
"Diana, you look positively beautiful."
"Mother," Diana gasped.
"You didn't think I'd miss my very own daughter's wedding did you?" she asked her as she closed the distance between them.
"I…I didn't know what to expect," she guiltily confessed. "I was in Gotham this morning and the next thing I knew, I was here in Paris getting ready for my wedding tonight."
"Bruce sent Donna and Dick to bring me here," she informed her.
"You've been here all along?"
Hippolyta nodded her head. "Alfred has been a dear, showing me around, taking me out to eat and making sure I had everything I needed. I even have my own private room down the hall. I've been enjoying the—what do they call it? A Jacuzzi tub? Anyway, I've been lounging in it for the last hour. It's a modern marvel I may need on Themyscira."
"I'm just so happy you're here," Diana whispered, fighting back tears.
"Now, don't cry, my little sun and stars," Hippolyta gently shushed her, pausing to swallow back tears of her own. "You don't want to meet Bruce with red puffy eyes."
Another knock at the door interrupted the mother-daughter reunion, Donna already running for the door with her skirt in hand. Opening it, she immediately held her arm out straight, a stern expression gracing her face.
"Don't even think about it, Bruce," she warned him.
"Bruce," Diana called, making her way to the door only to be restrained by Lois and Shayera who had seized either arm. "What are you doing? I want to see him."
"Diana," Bruce called back. "Donna won't let me in."
"No way!" Donna adamantly stated in no uncertain terms, Lois and Shayera quickly chiming in agreement. "It's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding."
"How do you know about that?" Bruce demanded to know.
"Lois told me," Donna proudly replied. "Besides, you only have thirty-five more minutes to wait. I think you can survive being separated for a little while longer."
"I don't know about that," Bruce grumbled crossly. "I have a gift I want to give her. Can I at least do that?"
"Give it to me and I'll make sure she gets it," Donna said, holding out her hand to him.
"Donna," Bruce groaned. "I just want to see her."
"You can see her all you want at the ceremony and then every day after that," Donna responded, her hand still extended out to him. "Besides, Hera knows that you two probably won't ever leave your bedroom for anything short of League business."
"Fine," he growled, handing her his gift. "Just tell her that I love her…and that I can't wait to marry her."
"I love you too, Bruce," Diana called to him.
"Oh, brother," Lois mumbled, rolling her eyes. "You two are so pathetic."
"I think it's romantic," Shayera decided. "John had better start taking lessons from Bruce soon or he'll meet the wrong end of my mace."
"How does Dick look?" Donna asked Bruce.
"Let me see Diana and I'll tell you," he smugly countered, leaning against the door frame.
"Not happening," Donna evenly stated before closing the door. "Good-bye, Bruce!"
"Donna, you could have let him in," Diana said with a scowl.
"You two have been to Tartarus and back and not just figuratively," Donna reminded her. "No need courting any more bad luck than you two have already had."
"Donna has a point, my little sun and stars," Hippolyta agreed. "You and Bruce have been through more than your fair share of heartache. No sense courting more trouble."
Diana frowned. "Thanks for reminding me on my wedding day."
"Here, let's see what Bruce brought you," Donna said, handing her a single red rose and a black velvet box.
Diana smiled softly as she brought the rose to her nose, her eyes falling closed with the heavenly scent. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him and when she did, she was never letting him go.
Donna impatiently took the rose from her hand, causing Diana's eyes to snap open. "Open the box already!"
"Donna," Hippolyta scolded her youngest. "It's Diana's special day."
"Yes, but she already knows what a rose smells like," Donna maintained. "Hera knows there are already three dozen more roses in her room from Bruce."
Diana blushed at all the special attention Bruce was showing her today. While it was all very romantic and sweet of him, it was a little overwhelming. On top of that, she hadn't been able to give him anything yet.
She flipped the lid of the black velvet box open, gasping softly at the sight of the beautiful diamond choker inside. She carefully removed it from the box, the others gasping in appreciation of the exquisite gift. It was a simple white gold choker with small clusters of diamonds positioned here and there on either side of the strand.
Hippolyta couldn't help the swell of emotion that filled her chest with the lovely gift that Bruce had given her daughter. It was the most stunning necklace that she had ever seen, a true gift from his heart that only managed to endear himself even more to her.
Seeing the tears returning with a vengeance, Hippolyta quickly came to her daughter's side, wrapping an arm around her daughter's shoulders. "It's a very beautiful gift, Diana. Here, let me help you put it on."
Diana handed the choker to her mother, allowing her to put it on her. She felt a tremble roil through her, wishing now more than ever she could see him. "I wish there was something that I could give him, but I don't have anything that could compare to this gift."
"Are you sure about that?"
Diana's head snapped up to look into her sister's face. "What are you talking about?"
"I think you do," Donna replied with an impish grin. "Remember, I can feel what you feel."
"Diana, what is she talking about?" Hippolyta asked, concerned.
Bruce couldn't stop pacing back and forth, his hands clasped behind his back, his head down and an annoyed expression on his face. He had wanted to see Diana, to kiss her and feel her in his arms, but he had been blocked before he could even set one foot inside her suite.
He hadn't seen her in three hours and it was driving him crazy.
"You're going to wear a path in the carpet," Clark stated, interrupting his thoughts.
"I'll pay to have it replaced," Bruce muttered crossly.
"Are you nervous?" Clark asked.
"No, I'm not nervous," Bruce grumbled. "I just want to see her."
Dick glanced at his watch for the hundredth time in the last hour. "You'll get to see her in…fifteen more minutes."
"We should probably head upstairs to the roof," Alfred suggested. "You don't want to be late for your own wedding."
A knock at the door caught their attention, Bruce's head snapping up in sudden anticipation. Clark clapped him on the back. "Don't get your hopes up, Bruce. It's not going to be Diana. The women will never allow her to leave her room."
Bruce's shoulders slumped, the annoyed scowl returning to his face as Tim answered the door. "Oh, hey, Donna," he greeted her.
It was Dick's head that snapped up in excitement this time. "Donna?"
Tim turned back from the barely opened doorway to grin at Dick. "She looks hot, bro."
"Give this to Bruce," Donna instructed Tim. "I love you, Dick!"
"Love you, Donna!" Dick called back.
Tim quickly closed the door with a disgusted look on his face. "You two are ridiculous."
"What did Donna want?" Bruce asked.
"This is for you," Tim replied, handing Bruce a sealed envelope.
Taking it, Bruce opened it, reading the love note that she had written to him, his legs nearly buckling and forcing him into a chair. All four men watched the color drain from his face as a look of pure shock formed only to be replaced by the goofiest grin any of them had ever seen on him.
"Well, what is it?" Dick finally asked, unable to stand the suspense much longer.
"She couldn't have changed her mind about marrying him or he wouldn't be grinning like an idiot," Clark decided.
Bruce slowly looked up, finding it difficult to make his voice work as his mind raced with questions and more happiness than he'd ever known since Diana had accepted his marriage proposal. "Diana's pregnant," he managed to murmur, still trying to wrap his mind around it.
"Who's the father?" Dick asked with a smirk.
Bruce glowered darkly at him, the thought of anyone else being the father of her baby igniting his fury. "I am."
All four of them congratulated him, patting him on the back as Alfred took out his handkerchief to dry his eyes. Bruce abruptly shot to his feet as he folded the note and tucked it into his jacket pocket, a sweet sense of desperation mingled with determination washing through him.
"I have to see her," he adamantly stated.
"The women won't let you anywhere near her," Dick reminded him. "You would be putting your life in your hands if you tried to get past them."
"I don't care," he angrily growled. "I have to see her. She's carrying my baby."
"You will in about eight more minutes," Alfred told him. "Let's go upstairs to the roof. The ceremony is about to begin."
"But I have to see Diana," Bruce grumbled as Clark took one arm and Dick the other, leading him towards the door with Tim and Alfred in tow.
"You'll get to see her soon, Dad," Dick reassured him. "Now, let's get you in position so you'll be ready for her."
Bruce stood in nervous anticipation at the front of the elegantly decorated rooftop of the hotel. The dark sky was littered with millions of stars, the Eiffel Tower illuminated with lights making it the most romantic setting for the perfect night. Now, all he needed was her. She was all he had ever needed.
He glanced at those in attendance sitting before him—Alfred sitting with Leslie and Barbara on his left; John, J'onn and Wally on the right. Clark stood to his left with Dick and then Tim, the minister standing to Bruce's right.
Soft strains of music filled the air as Hippolyta made her way down the aisle, a proud smile on her face. She gazed at Bruce, the man who was about to be her son-in-law and the father of her grandchild. While this was not what she had wanted at first for her daughter, she had come to accept it, even growing quite fond of Bruce. Her daughter could not have chosen a better mate to spend her life with.
She knew that Bruce loved her with his whole heart, had more than proven that with what he had been forced to face in the Underworld. He had continually confirmed his love for her, his willingness to protect her with his very life if necessary and she knew Diana loved him no less.
Bruce smiled at Hippolyta, sharing a multitude of emotions and words in that brief moment before she turned to take her seat on the other side of Alfred. He drew a deep breath as Donna, Shayera and then Lois walked down the aisle.
They wore champagne colored bridesmaid dresses, carrying a bouquet of cream and pale pink roses. While they all looked beautiful, none of them were the one that Bruce was truly waiting for, the one that he wanted most.
The music suddenly changed, Alfred and Hippolyta both standing as one to signal the bride's arrival. Bruce felt his stomach instantly drop into his dress shoes in anxious anticipation of seeing his bride. His breath caught in his throat, his legs growing weak as Diana appeared beneath the arch of ivy and lights and roses.
He vaguely registered Clark's hand supporting his elbow, keeping him upright as Diana slowly made her way to him like an angel fallen from heaven, floating towards him and him alone. Time seemed to screech to a standstill, their eyes locked solely on one another as if there was only him and her and the little life they had made.
Bruce swore that Diana had never looked more breathtaking, dressed in a white, asymmetric wedding dress inspired by the ancient Grecians. Delicate gold and silver beading adorned her slim waist, her raven curls pulled up into an intricate updo that only added to her graceful, regal bearing. The diamond choker he had given her looked stunning around her slender neck. She carried a bouquet of roses identical to her bridesmaids, but larger.
He felt tongue-tied as she drew closer, his gaze falling to her flat abdomen where their child was already growing. Tears stung his eyes and filled his throat, causing it to constrict with the emotions that overwhelmed him. He never knew that love like this could exist, so powerful and all-consuming. It had always been meant for others, but never for him. She had proven him so very wrong.
Coming to a stop before him, Diana smiled at him, struggling to keep her emotions in check, but it was next to impossible with Bruce standing before her looking so very handsome in his tux. Tears were shining in his eyes as her hand came to rest against his cheek.
"We're having a baby," he softly said. It was more of a statement of complete awe than a question as he took her hand in his and kissed her softly. She nodded her head as tears filled her eyes as well. "I love you, Princess."
"I love you too," she murmured, her eyes falling closed as she pressed her forehead against his.
"Are we ready to begin?" the minister politely asked, not wanting to interrupt the tender moment.
"Yes…sorry," Bruce muttered as he reluctantly pulled away from her.
Diana handed her bouquet to Donna, taking both of Bruce's hands in hers. It felt like walking through a dream as they recited their vows, exchanging rings, and pledging themselves only to one another forever. The minister had barely announced that Bruce could kiss his bride before his lips were capturing hers in a kiss that quickly stole both their breaths.
"We finally did it, Mr. Wayne," she whispered, her hand caressing his jaw.
"Yes, we did, Mrs. Wayne," he agreed with a smile, leaning in and kissing her again.
Diana could hardly believe all that had happened as she took her seat on Bruce's private jet, the same one that she had occupied just a few hours ago. She glanced down at the wedding band that now accompanied the diamond and sapphire engagement ring that adorned her left hand ring finger.
It was so beautiful, but what the rings represented…what they meant…was even more so to her. Tonight had been perfect in every way imaginable. There was nothing about it that she didn't love how it had turned out and now she and Bruce were going on their honeymoon.
She had no idea where, Bruce refusing again to divulge even the slightest hint about where he was taking her. All he would say was that they would have the whole place to themselves for ten whole days and that he planned on both of them being completely nude the entire time.
Her fingers absentmindedly reached up to lightly touch the diamond necklace she wore, a warm flush spreading through her. She had changed out of her wedding gown into a red wrap dress that hugged her curves, one that she knew Bruce would love as much as he had loved her wedding gown.
And she had been right.
Bruce had barely been able to keep his hands off her once he saw her in it, the limo ride to the airport not nearly long enough for his liking. She couldn't blame him, though. She'd been feeling just as desperate to get him to herself as he had been.
They had partied long into the night, saying their goodbyes before she had been whisked back to the airport. Everyone was spending the weekend at the hotel in Paris courtesy of Bruce's generosity while they took off for their honeymoon. Gotham was in good hands with Dick and Tim who would be returning tomorrow evening. In the meantime, Huntress and Black Canary had been kind enough to cover for them.
Diana looked up as the door to the cockpit opened, Bruce walking out with a grin on his handsome face. He was dressed in black dress pants and a steel blue dress shirt that only enhanced the piercing blue of his eyes. She allowed her hungry gaze to appreciatively rake over him, not hiding the fact that she wanted him.
They had the plane all to themselves this time, the pilots occupied for the entire flight and leaving her and Bruce to do whatever they pleased. And she knew exactly what she wanted and she wanted it soon.
Bruce felt every bit of Diana's heated gaze as it scorched every part of him. Taking his seat next to her again, he swiftly leaned in for a passionate kiss. His hand fell to her bare thigh and caressed her soft skin, slowly dragging the skirt of her red dress higher.
Breaking the kiss, he nuzzled his nose against her cheek. "So how long have you known that you were pregnant?" he asked, his voice already rough with desire.
"Just this morning before you whisked me out of Gotham," she confessed as she turned her head to capture his lips again. "Aphrodite visited me in my sleep last night and told me that I was pregnant. We're going to have a little girl."
"A girl?" he murmured as he kissed along her cheekbone to her ear. "I can't even begin to tell you how happy I am, Diana."
"Everything turned out so perfect, Bruce," she told him. "I can't tell you enough how much I loved our wedding…how much I love you."
"I wanted it to be perfect for you, Princess," he replied, his hand moving dangerously higher up her thigh and leaving a path of gooseflesh across her skin.
Her breathing began to grow ragged; hitching as he lightly dragged the tips of his fingers along her inner upper thigh. She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to jump him right here. "I just need a moment," she suddenly said, getting up out of her chair.
"Are you alright?" he asked as he caught her hand, concerned.
"I'm fine," she reassured him. "I just want to freshen up a bit. I'll be right back."
"Hurry," he murmured against the back of her hand before kissing it softly.
"I promise," she replied with a smile that warmed him clear through to his toes.
Releasing her hand, he watched as she grabbed one of the bags that he had packed for her before heading towards the bathroom, his mind already racing with what he wanted to do with her. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on as he watched the door close behind her.
Diana dropped her bag on the lid of the toilet, pausing to lean her hands on the sink counter. Her chin fell to her chest, releasing a long slow breath. She wanted to be perfect for him, their first time together as husband and wife to be amazing in every way. He had made everything so perfect for their wedding; she wanted to make their honeymoon even more so.
She turned to unzip her bag, beginning to dig through it for something sexy she could wear for him. She knew that he had to have packed some sexy lingerie in here somewhere. So focused on her task, she didn't hear the door opening, didn't realize that she had company until she felt strong arms slip around her waist from behind her.
She nearly jumped out of her skin only to immediately relax against the feel of his muscular chest and his already hard arousal pressing against her back. His mouth quickly found her ear, attacking it slowly and teasingly, causing her to gasp in response as her head fell back against his shoulder.
"I missed you," he whispered, his hands moving over her abdomen.
"I was hoping to change into something sexy for you," she admitted, already losing herself to what he was beginning to do to her.
Bruce grinned against her throat before finding the sensitive spot behind her ear and sucking on it gently. "Diana, you're sexy no matter what you wear."
She gasped softly as he feasted on her, savoring her taste on his tongue as he began to untie her wrap dress. "But I…Hera! I wanted our first time together as husband and wife to be amazing for you."
"It already is," he huskily reassured her as he slipped her dress from her body, leaving her in nothing but her white lacy bra, panties, and black spike heels. He growled low in his throat as he gazed down her body, his chest beginning to heave with a hunger that demanded to be sated.
His hand moved to caress her abdomen again, his thoughts drifting to the baby they had made. It only served to stoke the flames growing hotter within him as he slowly removed her bra, tossing it aside. He gripped her breasts firmly, kneading them until she was nearly panting, her hand snaking up behind her to grip the back of his neck.
Releasing her, his hands slowly drifted down her body, his fingers hooking in the delicate waistband of her lace panties. He took his time divesting her of them, kissing along her shoulder blade and down along her spine as he crouched behind her.
He lightly gripped her calf, lifting her heels and helping her step out of the undergarment that was keeping him from what he wanted. Tossing her panties aside, he allowed his hands to caress her legs as his lips moved softly along the top of her backside. His fingers worked their way higher, moving to lightly graze over her thighs and causing her to shiver in response.
"Bruce…please," she softly gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the sink counter to keep from falling.
His fingers paused to stroke her wet center, finding himself growing more aroused by the second. She spread her legs, allowing him full access to her only for his fingers to unexpectedly disappear, skating up along her abdomen to her breasts again as he stood to his feet.
Bruce turned her around, kissing her hard as his tongue tangled with hers. Diana ripped his shirt off, her body thrumming with a need that only he could satisfy and unable to wait a moment longer. Her hands went for his belt buckle, loosening his pants and freeing him much to his relief.
He gasped sharply with the feel of her hands on him, his arms wrapping around her waist, picking her up and setting her on the edge of the counter. Her fingers curled around the granite countertop as he pulled her pelvis towards him, anticipating that sweet moment when he filled her so fully.
He slowly pushed himself inside of her, relishing the notion that he was now going to make love to his wife. She was truly his now and no one was going to take that away from him as long as he was alive. He lifted her legs to wrap around his waist as she leaned back, taking every single hard inch of him deeper and deeper inside of her.
He pressed his right hand against the wall behind her, his other hand settling low on her back to hold her where he wanted her as he began to move deep within her. Diana clung to him, her fingernails pressing into his shoulders, her head thrown back in ecstasy as she cried her pleasure.
His mouth latched onto her throat as he made love to her, sucking and nipping at her flesh until neither of them could take any more. They came hard in a heated rush, leaving them both panting and trembling and already hungry for even more of each other. He kissed her tenderly, gentling her down from her release as he scooped her up in his arms before opening the door.
"Bruce, what are you doing?" she asked as he carried to a private section at the back of the jet.
"I'm not nearly done with you yet," he told her as he laid her down on a bed that she had no idea was back there. "We have several hours before we get to our destination and I plan on taking full advantage of that time especially since we just joined the mile high club."
Diana giggled as she propped herself up on her elbows, watching him as he removed his pants, socks, and shoes. "What about my heels?"
"Oh no…those stay on," he adamantly declared as he climbed into bed with her. "At least until we get to my private island in Tahiti."
Her arms slipped around his shoulders, pulling him fully on top of her as she spread her legs to cradle him there. "You know I think I'm definitely going to enjoy this club…at least until we get to Tahiti."
"I thought you might," he said with mischeivious grin as he kissed her, deepening it as he began to make love to his wife all over again.