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Chapter Twenty Five
Mercedes took Sam's hand and squeezed it gently. Sam turned to Mercedes and gave her a panty melting smile. "Don't be sad, Mercy," he said as they got in line. "Once we're up in the air, I have my ways to make you very happy, and me too for that matter."
She raised her eyebrows. "And what is that?" she asked.
"We are going to join the mile high club," he replied sweetly.
Sam winked at Mercedes as they settled in their first class seats. He took her hands and brought them to his lips and kissed each fingers individually, sending chills up and down her spine.
"I hope that I'm beginning to cheer you up, baby," he whispered.
Mercedes smiled and bit her bottom lip, trying to stifle her laugh but was failing miserably. "I have to admit you are off to a great start," she replied.
"Sweetheart, you haven't seen anything yet," he declared, wiggling his eyebrows. Sam asked the flight attendant for a blanket and then proceeded to lean over and whisper to Mercedes, "Go into the restroom and take off your panties."
"Whatever for?" she coyly asked.
"It's all part of my plan to make you and me happy," he replied. "I hate seeing my baby so sad because she is missing her best friend, so it's up to me to put a beautiful smile on my baby's face."
Mercedes quirked her eyebrows, as she stood up. "You're going to get us kicked off the plane, Sam Evans," she warned. She gave him a stern look before turning her plump lips into an adorable smile. "I'll be right back," she said, winking at him seductively.
Sam bit his bottom lip to stifle a moan as he watched her magnificent ass sway from side to side as she made her way to the restroom.
Oh baby! He said to himself, thinking how much he loved Mercedes' ass. Do I have plans for…
Sam's thought were interrupted when he overheard some guys talking loudly 'about wanting a taste of Mercedes' ass.' He stood up and looked around to see who the offenders were. He spotted them sitting four seats down. Sam slowly counted to ten to keep his temper in check before leaving his seat and approaching the two impeccably dressed assholes.
"Excuse me," he said, doing his best to stay calm. "But I can't help overhearing some of your comments about the nice young lady a few minutes ago."
"Oh yeah," Asshole Number One laughed. "Damn, what a fine piece of ass! Baby got back! I'd SO tap that ass!"
"I know right?!" Asshole Number Two agreed. "I want to smack that ass and watch it bounce."
"Well…uh, guys, I think you are being disrespectful," Sam informed them. "Why don't you show her and everyone here some respect and keep your comments to yourself?" He continued giving them a chance to correct their behavior before he decided to do it for them. "I'm sure gentlemen as sharply dressed as you have had home training."
"Yeah and?" Asshole Number One smirked, rolling his eyes. "Who are you, fucking Miss Manners?" He turned to high fived his friend.
"That's a good one dude." Asshole Number Two laughed, he opened his mouth to say another word, but never got the chance…
He was too busy looking at Sam who had him by the lapels. Sam had to calm himself down because he was ready to haul off and hit him.
"What the fuck?" Asshole Number One cried. "Are you fucking crazy?" he asked the blond green-eyed stranger.
"Yes," Sam hissed, jamming his hands into his pockets to prevent himself from beating the shit out of them. "When it comes to my wife, I'm fucking insane," he informed them.
They cowered as Sam inched closer. What he was about to say was for their ears only.
"The last guy who disrespected my baby…" Sam graced them with a deranged smile. "Let's just say the only reason he's alive is because I promised my baby I would spare his life." He said, hoping they caught get his drift.
They did and mumbled apologies.
Sam did an about face and hurried back to his seat. Seconds later, he saw a smiling Mercedes making her way back to him.
Sam patted her vacant seat, his green eyes glued to her shapely ass as she sat down. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as his erection pressed against the crouch of his pants.
"Hand them over, darling," he ordered, referring to her panties.
Mercedes discreetly handed him her lacy sea foam green panties. Sam pressed the damp silk material to his nose and deeply inhaled her personal scent. "Mmmm," he moaned as his dick twitched excitedly in its cramped confinement. "You smell good." He leaned closer, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. "I love it when my whole body smells like you."
Mercedes bit her bottom lip as she pressed her legs together to in an effort to control the throbbing of her clit. Sam took the blanket and spread it over her lap.
"I don't want my baby catching cold," he said with a wink. He slid his hand underneath the blanket and between her legs. He wasn't surprise to discover her inner thighs slick with her personal ambrosia.
"You are going to get us banned from the airline," Mercedes hissed, squirming as his hand continued to inch towards her warmth.
"Sorry, that's not going to be me darling," Sam replied, strumming the tips of his fingers along the opening of her sensitive pussy lips, a wide grin spread on his face; Mercedes audibly gasped as her breath hitched in her throat. "Careful Mercy, YOU'RE going to get us banned from the airline." He said teasingly, throwing her words back at her.
A flight attendant assisting a nearby customer heard Mercedes gasp. He quickly turned in her direction with a concerned expression on his face. "Miss, are you alright?" he asked.
Sam's green eyes sparkled with mischief as he watched Mercedes struggled to stay calm.
"Miss, are you alright?" the flight attendant repeated.
"I'm-I'm…" she let out a small squeak. Sam was tickling her ultra sensitive nub with his fingertips. "Sam," she said accusingly, snapping her thighs shut around his hand.
"I didn't know you were so ticklish," he laughed. Sam looked at the flight attendant and shrugged his shoulder nonchalantly. "She's just ticklish, that's all," he explained. "My baby will be alright."
"Okay," he said, smiling at Mercedes then at Sam. "If you need anything…"
"We'll let you know," Sam interrupted, turning his attention back to Mercedes.
She narrowed her brown doe eyes at him.
"Don't look at me like that Mercy," he chuckled, looking at her bow-shaped plush lips. The faint smell of her cherry lipgloss left him wanting. "I'm going to keep my promise to make us both happy." He moved his face into kissing distance and ran the tip of his tongue across her cherry flavored lips. "You just have to promise not to scream, okay?"
Mercedes bit down on her bottom lip, nearly severing it as Sam parted her pussy lips with his middle finger and ground his thumb into her clit. She answered him with a quick nod. Sam gave her a lopsided grin before devouring her lips with his. He slid another finger inside her and strummed the tips of his fingers over the length of her slit making her already drenched pussy wetter. Sam dipped his huge fingers inside her tight honey pot, her vaginal muscles tightened around his fingers, pulling them in deeper.
All thoughts of getting banned from the airline left Mercedes' mind…
Sam thrust his fingers inside her, curling them and hitting her g-spot just right while his thumb ground against her small bundle of nerves. He swallowed her moans as she squirmed in her seat; the immense pleasure he was giving her with his fingers brought her closer and closer to her sweet release. Sam loved the way his baby was responding to him and if he said that it wasn't turning him on, he would be lying.
Mercedes' breathing became labored as Sam's hand repeatedly thrust in her, increasing his pace until he felt her muscles tighten and release as she came, drowning his hand in her sweet ambrosia. Her body quivered slightly as Sam continued to work his fingers inside her sensitive pussy bringing her to a second climax. Sam released her lips with a small pop.
Mercedes collapsed back in her seat and reached up to caress Sam's cheek. "How did I do?" she asked breathlessly, in between gasps of breath. "I didn't disturb anyone did I?"
Sam looked around and shook his head. "You did good baby," he answered, withdrawing his cum covered hand from her and coated his lips with her personal essence. Mercedes watched as Sam licked and sucked his hand and arm clean of her ambrosia. He winked and gave her a seductive smile. "Am I making my baby happy?"
"Yes." Mercedes replied, kissing him softly on the lips.
"Mmmm," he growled lowly. "I love the taste of your new lipgloss." He smacked his lips appreciatively. "What's it called?"
"Sammy's honey," she giggled.
"You got that right," he agreed, leaning in to kiss the rest of Sammy's honey off her lips. Mercedes deliberately brushed her nails against in his crotch; as a result, his dick twitched excitedly.
Mercedes raised an eyebrow and smiled at him demurely. "Someone wants to come out and play." She stared at the huge bulge in his pants. "That can't be comfortable."
"No it's not," Sam admitted.
"Poor baby," she cooed, stroking his dick through his jeans.
"Uh…Mercy," he said, squirming in his seat.
Mercedes placed the blanket over his lap. "Close your eyes and relax," she whispered.
Sam laid back and shut his eyes. He bit down on his bottom lip to stifle a pleasurable moan as she sprang his dick from its prison. He nearly lost it when Mercedes wrapped her small hand around the base of his dick and slowly stroked his entire length.
"You like that baby?" she whispered in his ear. "Does that make my Sammy happy?"
"Oh…" he nodded furiously, afraid to use his words.
"Remember, Sammy no screaming, or we will get banned from the airline for life." She smirked, gazing into his darkened green eyes. He jerked as she caressed the sensitive head with her fingertips.
"I didn't know you were ticklish," she whispered in his ear, nibbling on his earlobe. "Ooh, you like that huh?"
He nodded again.
Mercedes continued to stroke him at a leisurely pace, using the sticky pre-cum as a lubricant. Sam held the armrest in a death grip as Mercedes continued her ministrations; it wasn't long before he felt his balls tightened…
"Mercy…" he whimpered, "Gonna cum, baby…"
Mercedes bit his bottom lip as she continued to stroke his hardened length, never picking up the pace. She felt Sam's dick tighten, and then jerk as his hot seed ran down her hand. She released his bottom lip and smiled.
"Shit, Mercy…" he breathed. "That felt good…" He took a deep breath and winked at her. "I can't wait for round two."
"Round two?" she questioned, biting her bottom lip to contain her laughter.
"Yeah, round two," he repeated. Sam shifted slightly in his seat and cleared his throat to get the attention of a flight attendant.
"What do you need, sir?" The bubbly flight attendant asked, smiling from ear to ear. She took one look at their glowing faces and immediately knew what was going on between them as she had seen it thousands of times before.
"Can I get a hot hand towel please?" Sam requested.
"Why of course, sir," she nodded. "And how about a glass of champagne?" she suggested.
"That would be great," Mercedes spoke up.
"Right away," she sang, doing an about face. She returned quickly with several hot towels on a serving tray. "You might want to wait a few minutes," she warned them. "They are extremely warm and I will come back with your glasses of champagne," she said cheerfully.
"Thank you," Mercedes replied giggling at Sam, who was making weird faces behind the flight attendant's back.
Several minutes later the flight attendant returned with their champagne. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of preparing you some appetizers to go with the champagne," she chirped, setting up their small table for them.
"Thank you." Sam answered, wondering what she was smoking. No one can be that damn happy all the damn time.
Mercedes tossed their used towels into the small basket that was provided for them and thanked her for her services.
"No problem," the bubbly woman replied. "I'm just doing my job. If you need anything else, please don't hesitate to ask. Enjoy," she said, cheerfully.
Sam and Mercedes looked over the attractive display of appetizers. Sam glanced at the smoked oysters and grinned mischievously.
"Like you really need the stamina," Mercedes giggled, reading his expression.
He winked at her as he picked up a half shell and slurped the tasty morsel into his mouth. "I'm getting ready for round two," he reminded her.
Mercedes smiled as she popped a stuffed mushroom in her mouth and washed it down with a sip of champagne. She felt the heat slowly creeping up her neck as Sam gazed intently at her.
"What?" she asked when she couldn't take it any more. "Do I have something on my face?"
Sam shook his head. "Pinch me," he replied, extending an arm.
"What?" she asked, swatting at his arm. "Why?"
"I need to know that I'm not dreaming."
"Didn't we go through this before?" she asked, pinching him lightly.
"Yes, but I still can't believe that you are back in my life and that we are engaged. You're going to be my wife!" Mercedes ran her thumbs lightly over his engagement ring. "And the beautiful mother of my many, many children."
She quirked a perfect brow. "Um…how many, many children are we talking about?"
"How many children?" he echoed. Sam thought for a moment, making sure to quote a reasonable number. "Three."
"Okay," Mercedes nodded. "I can live with that."
"For starters…." he added.
"Um…how about no, three is enough."
"Okay beautiful," he laughed, letting the subject of the number of children drop for now. "Three it is." He slurped down the remaining oysters and finished his glass of champagne. "Are you ready for round two, baby?" Sam asked his voice low and seductive. He picked up a stuffed mushroom. "Open your mouth and say ahhh."
Mercedes took a sip of champagne and licked her lips, making her plump lips even sexier. "Ahhh," she said coquettishly.
Sam's swallowed – hard.
His dick twitched in excitement as he placed the delectable appetizer in her eager mouth, his breath hitching in his throat as she closed her mouth around his finger.
"Fuck," he said, breathlessly, licking his own full lips. Mercedes flicked her tongue over his finger a few times before sucking on it seductively. The sensation made a beeline to his dick. "Uh…" he retrieved his finger. "Meet me in the restroom in five minutes," he said, standing up. Mercedes stared at his growing crotch. He leaned over and gave her a scorching kiss that left them both breathless. "Make that two minutes," he corrected.
"Okay," she agreed, drinking down her glass of champagne in a failed attempt to cool down her body.
Sam walked to the first private restroom in first class and waited for Mercedes to join him.
Mercedes sat back in her seat and stared out the window at the blue sky and slowly began counting to a hundred. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered wildly as she mentally prepared herself for what she and her Sammy were about to do! After reaching sixty, Mercedes decided Sam had waited long enough and stood up.
"Are you finished, Miss?" the bubbly flight attendant asked, as she prepared to clean up their area.
"Yes we are," Mercedes replied. "Thanks."
"No problem," she stepped aside to let Mercedes go by. "Would you and your husband like a refill?"
"Later." Mercedes took a deep breath and made her way to the restroom.
Sam leaned against the small counter, wondering what was keeping Mercedes. He was sure two minutes had come and gone. He unlocked the door, opened it a crack and looked out. A grin formed on his lips as he saw Mercedes approaching the restrooms. Sam opened the door wider and looked around to make sure the coast was clear.
"In here baby," he whispered. "Hurry, we don't have a lot of time."
Mercedes giggled softly as Sam took her by the hand and pulled her gently inside the room and locked the door behind them. He captured her lips with his as he groped Mercedes' soft juicy ass and pressed his body against hers. She reached into down and caressed his hard on through the cotton material causing Sam to moan against her lips. He left her lips for the moment and attacked her neck, leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses.
"I want you," he whispered, his tone full of desire. "I gotta have you, baby."
"I want you too, Sammy," she replied as she unzipped his pants. "I want you to fuck me good and hard." Sam's pants and boxers dropped around his knees. "Will you give me what I want?" She wrapped her hand around his erect shaft, giving it a squeeze.
"Shit baby, yeah." He gasped, lifting her dress and exposing her bare ass. "Sammy will give his baby whatever the hell she wants." He pushed her against the wall, wedging a leg between hers to give him access to her hungry pussy. He smiled as he brushed his thigh against her wet pussy lips. "Is my baby is nice and wet for me?"
"Yesssss!" Mercedes hissed against his chest.
Sam lifted her right leg around him and bent his knees a little and guided his dick inside her slick heat. They moaned in unison as Sam filled her completely. He lifted her up, pressing her back against the wall for support. Mercedes wrapped her left leg around his slim waist, locking her legs around him. Sam grabbed her ass and thrust deeply inside her, eliciting gasps of delight from his baby's lips.
"My baby likes that huh?" he asked, his hot breath tickling the hollow of her neck.
"Yes," she whimpered. She bit down on his shoulder to stifle her moans as he thrust into her again and again. The pace became manic, each stroke hitting her g-spot with cum inducing precision.
"Are you gonna cum for me, Mercy?" he asked. "Are you gonna cum, for your Sammy?"
"Uh – huh." She gasped, feeling the muscles in her abdomen tighten.
They heard a light tapping on the door…
"Yes?" Sam asked his voice steady.
"Is everything alright?" A male voice asked, wiggling the door knob.
"I…be out shortly…" He assured the anonymous male. He was pretty sure it was a flight attendant.
"Are you sure you're alright sir? You sound…"
"Get the fuck away from the door." Sam growled, cutting him off. "Can a man take a shit in peace?"
Sam thrust harder into Mercedes' tight pussy, determined to bring her to a climax.
"Oh…Sammy…" she cried in his ear. "I'm gonna c-cum…" Mercedes buried her tongue deeply into her mouth as waves of pleasure shot throughout her body as she violently came, soaking Sam's dick and balls with her personal ambrosia.
Sam, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, continued to thrust deeply inside her. His balls tightened and he felt the heat of his orgasm building inside. He moaned into her mouth as he finally tipped over the edge of no return, filling her with his sweet release until he was fully drained.
When they finally came up from air, Mercedes winked at Sam and smiled. "Congratulations, baby we are now members of the mile high club." She giggled, kissing him softly on the lips.
"Yay!" he cheered softly, chuckling. "Did I make my baby happy? Did I give my baby what she wanted?"
"My Sammy gave me exactly what I wanted." She ran her fingers through his damp hair.
Sam looked into her doe eyes and gave her a nose crunching smile. "You are so beautiful, you know that?"
"Yes." They hugged each other tight.
"Shit," he sighed. "We have to get out of here and I don't think I can walk."
Mercedes laughed softly. "I don't think I can either."
Sam reluctantly withdrew himself from Mercedes and placed her gently on her feet, holding her until she found her bearings.
Mercedes filled the sink with hot water and grabbed a face cloth. She wet it and soaked it with liquid soap. She washed all traces of their mile high adventure from Sam's body. He, in turn, did the same for her.
"Ready?" he asked, tossing the used towel in the hamper.
Sam unlocked the door and opened it; making sure to no one was waiting to use the restroom. "Okay Mercy, the coast is clear." He smacked her ass as she passed him on her way out. Sam counted to twenty and left the restroom with a new found swag as he made his way back to his seat. He was surprised to find champagne and chocolate covered strawberries waiting for him.
"Awww baby," he slid into his seat. "This is perfect."
Mercedes shook her head. "I didn't do this," she answered, handing him the small note she discovered tucked between their flutes of champagne. She cupped her hand over her mouth as she watched Sam's expression as he silently read the handwritten one line note:
Congratulations! Mission Accomplished!
"It was our bubbly flight attendant, wasn't it?" he asked, the tip of his ears turning three shades of red as he picked up his glass of champagne.
"I have no idea." Mercedes answered, trying her hardest not to laugh.
"Oh well," Sam shrugged, "At least I made my baby happy." He placed the note on the tray and raised his glass to Mercedes, "To my Mercy: the forever and always of my life."
"And to my Sammy, may our adventures never end."
A/N: So they are members of the mile high club...hehehe...Thanks you for continuous support for Samcedes and their writers we really appreciate our readers, thank you so much!