"Don't tell me you're afraid of flying?" Quatre asked her.
"No." answered Anna still looking out the window of his private jet.
She was nervous. It was strange, she was actually more nervous about meeting Quatre's family and friends than she was about meeting him. Maybe because she actually wanted to meet Quatre; she wasn't so sure she wanted to meet any of his multitude of sisters.
"What if they don't like me?" a part of her felt ridiculous. She wasn't still a five year old girl being sent back to the orphanage by foster family after foster family that didn't want to handle her 'special needs'.
Anna had learned to deal with always being an outsider. By now she was used to having people misjudge her, or just flat out hate her on site. But these people were important to Quatre. If they were unhappy, he'd be unhappy.
"Is that what you're worried about? Come on you remember what my father said: they'll love you." He went over to kneel in front of the chair she was sitting on. His hand was resting on her knee at the hem of her skirt. Almost of its own accord his thumb started stroking her inner thigh. They had just made love before they left; now he wanted her again. It was like an addiction. No matter how much he got of her it was never quite enough.
Her eyes had begun to darken from the upward progressing strokes. "Quatre, the attendant could return at any moment." Not that she wanted him to stop.
"I told him he wouldn't be needed for a while." He said pulling her hips to the edge of the chair so he could slide her skirt up.
"You didn't!?" He did. "Jeez Quatre, why didn't you just let him stay and watch? It's not like he doesn't know what we're doing." Her tone was meant to berate him for announcing their activities to the whole crew. Totally unrepentant, he leaned forward and nuzzled the panties she was wearing.
"There is this general misconception that I'm a kind and generous man." He mumbled between her legs.
"You're…mmm… you're n-n-nnot?" she cut off with a squeak as he flicked his tongue across the simple cotton cloth.
"Nope. I'm actually very selfish. I just love gloating about what's mine." He tore the obstructing cloth away. "And this is definitely mine.
She'd never had or given oral sex before and she found herself overwhelmed with nerves. She was a little embarrassed that she tensed up just as he was about to devour her. She knew that many people placed a lot of importance on this form of love making, but she also knew it was very bad if it was done wrong. Plus the fact she didn't want the crew to hear them. He looked up at her a little puzzled. His thoughts were wondering why she'd stop him from giving her pleasure. Oh god, did I ruin it for him? Just what she needed more nerves as she bit her lip. Recognizing her telltale nervous habit, he went back to pleasing her. Only this time at a slower pace.
It was impossible for her to tense up this time with the kisses, licks, and gentle bites he placed along the inside of her thighs. Instead of clamping her knees together, they flowed apart welcoming him. Her fingers raked his hair while he kissed the dark curls between her thighs. By now she could feel the heat of his breath against her. There were butterflies in her stomach, but they had nothing to do with nerves. The gentle probing of his tongue against the soft folds of her flesh made her gasp and sigh at the same time. In a very short time she found herself panting as his mouth's loving had intensified and focused on her hypersensitive bud. When he slipped two fingers into her, she gave up trying to keep track of what he was doing. She was helpless to fight Quatre's determination to send her into ecstasy alone.
"Quaaaatrrrrrreeee!" so much for trying to be quiet so the crew wouldn't hear.
Before she returned to reality, he threw one of her legs over his shoulder and drove his aching arousal deep into her sending her over the peak again. He managed to hold off his climax until she peaked a third time.
"I swear I'll get you back for this." She threatened. She was slouched in the chair with Quatre slumped against her.
"I really hope so." He mumbled against her neck. He openly broadcast his devout wish to have her head in his lap.
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By the time they landed they both had freshened up and showed no outward signs of how they had spent their flight. Regardless, no force on earth could have stopped the blush that suffused her face when the flight crew wished her a good day while she disembarked. Quatre had changed into the loose fitting garb the rest of the Maganac Corp wore. There were two similarly dressed men waiting by a car for him. The way they greeted him like a long lost brother had Anna sigh with longing. So many people loved and respected him. It didn't take all of her PhD in psychology to know she never really got over her childhood need to belong. She'd stood quietly back to let the old friends reunite. The last impression she wanted to make was that she was some bimbo of Quatre's dangling off of him.
"Hey guys, there's someone I want you to meet." She heard Quatre tell them. She almost laughed out loud at the surprise emanating from both of them. Indeed they had thought she was just there for Quatre's entertainment. "Guys this is Annabella. Anna, this is Abdul, and Armin."
Both men noticed the slight emphasis on her name and quickly reevaluated her importance to their friend. Well I suppose that's sort of progress she thought. At least they looked her in the eye when they shook hands and not at her boobs. Armin caught them all off guard including himself when he said the first thing that popped into his head.
"I guess this means we'll have to send the girls for tonight's party back." He said glumly. Then realizing what he just said aloud he started sputtering apologies. Anna burst out laughing.
"What? No. God, don't spoil your fun on my account." She gasped between giggles. "Besides someone's going to have to take Quatre's share. He'll be unavailable elsewhere." She was momentarily afraid she'd overdone it, but the two men seem to enjoy her relaxed candor.
"I don't know." Quipped Abdul "some of us aren't as young as we used to be, and Quatre usually takes a pretty big share."
"Oh really?" she asked, arching an eyebrow at Quatre who was beet red. His ears looked like they were going to catch fire. It was small of her, but she wanted to get him for embarrassing her on the plane. "So that's who taught you all about sex huh? I was wondering where you picked up those tricks."
"You weren't complaining before." He said tightly. A man discussed sex with his friends, or sex with his woman, but not both together. He broadcast this feeling to her and got back I promise I'll make it up to you later complete with his image of her head in his lap.
She turned to the Abdul who was helping her into the car "I dunno d'you think I should send the ladies a nice fruit basket or something? I don't think there's a greeting card that covers this occasion." It made her happy to hear both men roar with laughter.