Harry

We took a connecting flight from where we lived to L.A. and then to New York for the wedding.

As our second plane began flying up I made the worse mistake of looking out our window. I reached for Jane's hand and she squeezed it gently. "It's okay, look at me."

I turned my head and her gentle smile made me feel better. We were in economy class and sitting together in the crowded plane. She kissed my hand and I thanked her.

About thirty minutes into this flight I noticed a flight attendant walking around looking at people. She walked over to us and smiled. "Excuse me are you two together?" We nodded. "Well we had a bit of a problem and we need your seats, would you two mind moving up to first class." Jane gasped, we never get updated.

"Of course not." She stood quickly. I followed her getting our carry-ons and following the woman to the front. The first class was nice. More comfortable since I was tall.

"Not bad," I told Jane looking around our little area. Our space had a door and it was sort of private away from people.

"See this is a good sign, when have we ever gotten an upgrade." She looked at the drink menu.

"Day drinking Janine?" She nodded. "I kinda want one." She looked at me.

"Do you?" I shrugged. "Baby if you feel like you can have a drink, I wouldn't be upset. You had wine and were okay, I trust that you don't need the drink right?" I nodded.

The flight attendant walked by and asked us if we wanted any snacks before lunch. We got peanuts and Jane ordered a mimosa.

"I'll have one as well." She nodded walking towards the back. Jane laid back in the seat and smiled at me.

"You okay?" I shrugged. "I trust you." She told me.

"Thanks."

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By the time we reached New York and we were looking for a cab, Jane was drunk.

I ended up not drinking the mimosa so Jane drank it. She showered me with kisses saying she was proud of me. She then drank two mimosas and a number of other drinks.

We got a taxi and we told him about our hotel. His name was Simon and he was very kind to us, especially my very drunk wife. "Tell me something Simon, how many people have fucked in the back of this cab?" Jane slurred.

"Janine-"

Simon chuckled. "The important thing is that I always clean up afterward." He joked making Jane laugh. "How was your flight, Miss Jane." Jane spaced out and suddenly gasped.

"Jane rhymes with a plane." She looked at me. I shook my head at her. Suddenly Simon played a song and Jane began singing along. "Ride with the mob Alhamdulillah Check in with me, and do ya job Ferg is the name Ben Baller did the chain Tourneau for the watch Presi plain Jane Lamborghini chain, rest in peace to my superior Hermes link could feed a village in Liberia TMZ taking pictures causin' mad hysteria." She hiccuped and began dancing in the back of the cab. "This is my song!" I chuckled as she turned to me.

"Baby how about you calm down for a second, you're going to get car sick." She saluted me.

When we got to our hotel it was about to be eleven at night so we went to check-in before it was too late.

During our slow ride up the elevator, Jane pushed me against the wall and began kissing my neck. "I am going to have my way with you, mister." She put her hands down my pants.

"No you're not, you are going to take a shower while I order room service, eat three bites and pass out." She gasped.

"I'm not even drunk anymore, let me have my way with you." She pouted as the door opened.

I grabbed our bags and walked down the hallway to our room. They offered us help up, but we really didn't have much.

We opened our door and walked in. It was a small hotel room, but so nice and comfortable. I took my jacket off and Jane began undressing. She got on the bed and made a come hither motion at me.

"Harry." She sang.

"Jane, no. When daddy says no, it's no." She pouted at me crawling over to where I was sitting taking off my shoes.

"But I've been a bad girl, aren't you going to spank me?" She began kissing my ear. "I've been so naughty, I need to be taught a lesson."

I took a deep breath, all of my will power slowly fading as she found my sweet spot.

Just then my phone rang.

I quickly stood up and smiled at Jane's mom's number. "H-hello." I cleared my throat.

"Hi, daddy!"

"Hi, Angel! I miss you." Jane suddenly pouted walking up to me as I put Daisy on speaker.

"Hi baby, I miss you." Jane began crying.

"Hi mommy, are you in New York?" Jane smiled.

"Yeah, it's only a few days okay. We'll be back soon." We talked and said goodnight. After we hung up I looked at Jane who was crying on the floor.

"Jane, no crying." I wiped her tears as she frowned.

"I miss my babies." She sobbed. "They need me." I pulled her in and rubbed her back.

"I know baby, I know." I cooed. "But they're safe with your parents. Come on what happened to the spanking." She sighed.

"How can we even have sex when our babies think we've left them. They don't know that we'll be back." I rolled my eyes. "Oh, great make fun of me." She stood up walking to the bathroom.

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The next morning I woke up and Jane was still asleep. I looked at the time and noticed it was nine. The wedding reception didn't start until five so we had plenty of time to get ready.

I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep but Jane rolled over and put her arm around me. I scooted closer and cuddled into her.

"Call mom and tell her I need a ride." I opened my eyes and Jane was talking in her sleep. "It's fine I'll wait."

"Wait for what?" I asked back. One of my favorite things to do when she was sleep talking was to talk back to her.

"Wait for the bus." She responded.

"Why are you getting on the bus?"

"I need to get my dad a gift." I lifted my head as her face began to change.

"Baby love, wake up," I said gently. She was dreaming of the night in Chicago. It was rare she dreamt of it, but being in the city must have triggered her brain.

Her nails began to dig into my side and her breathing became ragged. "Please." She cried.

"Baby, wake up come on it's okay I'm here." I sat up moving her slightly. Her body had become rigid and her eyes opened. It was terrifying to see her eyes open and blank. It was as if she was looking past you. "Jane, I called your mom. You're safe, baby."

"O-okay." She looked around and then she snapped back into reality. "It was a dream?" I nodded.

"Yeah, are you alright?" She sighed in relief hugging me. "Good morning." She kissed my chest.

"Just hold me tight please." I put my arms around her naked body. Jane and I liked sleeping au naturel. It made me feel like when we started dating and she'd come over and spend the entire day in my bedroom.

We would eat, make love, watch movies, and talk for hours. She'd tell me she would have to go and I'd beg her not to leave.

How could I resist her soft curves and smooth skin? The way she would kiss me and tell me she loved me while I was so deep inside of her. Her nails would dig down my back and she'd beg me to go faster, harder, deeper.

It was selfish of me to want her all to myself. I was the only man to ever have her and it was the best feeling. She only had me make love to her, to touch her, and to fuck.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

"Yeah, you make me feel safe." I smiled.

The reality was, no, Jane was not my first. I had fucked women, kissed them, did things I wouldn't want to admit. But she is the first woman I ever loved, she literally held my heart in her hands. If she wanted to, she could completely break it.

I had never felt a love like I feel with her. I had never wanted to be a better man. It wasn't just the sexual attraction either. Just being around her made me happy. She is my best friend.

"I love you," I whispered. She looked up at me and ran her thumb under my lip.

"I love you." She scooted up so she can lay on me. Her elbows held her up as she laid chest to chest with me. "What are you thinking about?" She ran her fingers through my hair.

"I just want to spend the day making love to you." She giggled. "Let me make you feel so good." She looked at me and bit her lip. "Yes?"

"Okay." She rolled over and I adjusted myself to lay down between her legs. She bent her knees and laid back as I got under the sheet. I scooted down on the bed, starting with her thighs. I slowly ran my tongue from behind her knee towards her inner thigh and sucked on the skin. She let out a shaky breath as I did the same to the other side.

I ran my tongue up the side of her entrance making her gasp. "So soft my love." She looked down at me and took a deep breath. I licked up the other side, teasing her. When my tongue finally licked up her slit she sighed. I couldn't believe how sweet and perfect she was, it got me hard just tasting her.

I kissed and licked gently around her clit, wanting to get her nice and wet for me. I moved my hands up her thighs to her stomach. Slowly I reached her big beautiful breasts and gently squeezed them. Never stopping my tongue, I worked her body towards pleasure.

Finally, I took the small nub and sucked on it. "Harry." She said breathlessly. "Oh my god!" I moaned against her, the vibration making her hips push forward. Her low moans got louder with every suck and lick of her pulsing clit.

She sat up on her elbows and had her mouth slightly open. Her brown eyes now completely black, probably matching mine. Her nipples hard and her cheeks pink was a clear indication she was close.

"I want you to cum baby, cum for me." She ran her fingers through my hair and pushed me closer to her, grinding herself over my mouth calling my name out over and over.

"Oh fuck, I'm cumming, Harry..." Her legs began shaking and her back arched as I felt her sweet release against my tongue. My eyes rolled back as I licked her down until she couldn't take the immense pleasure. I pulled away and licked my lips watching as she caught her breath. "Oh fuck, that felt so good, why are you so good at that?" She chuckled.

I shrugged pushing a finger into her. I pushed in two and felt how tight she was. "Fuck how are you still so tight for me?" She laughed.

"It's a secret." I chuckled pushing in a third finger, preparing her to take me hard. "Fuck, go faster." I began pumping my fingers faster. I felt her throbbing and clenching as I fingered her. I used my thumb to rub over her sensitive clit. She began moaning loudly again.

"That's right baby, cum for me again. So beautiful when you cum for me." She cried out she was close so I bent down again to use my tongue.

"Baby, I'm cummi- oh shit!" She gasped finishing on my fingers this time. I pulled away and she caught her breath. I licked my ring finger and middle finger.

"Wanna taste how sweet you are?" She blushed, opening her mouth so I can stick my finger in. She moaned, sucking on it, licking it clean. "Good girl." She looked down at my cock which was hard leaking precum and very red. "You want to suck on my cock princess."

"I want you to fuck my mouth." She sat up on the bed. "Please baby?" I smirked at her words. I laid her back down and scooted up to put my dick by her face. She held me in her hands slowly pumping me.

She stuck her tongue out and licked the small slit at the tip of my cock. I moved forward and that's when she took me in her warm mouth.

"Holy shit." I groaned. She began bobbing her head taking me in her mouth. Slowly I thrust deeper into her to push down her throat. She gagged so I slowed down, but as she put her hands on my back to pull me closer, I knew she liked it.

I thrust faster and heard her moan and gag against me. "Fuck yeah baby, take my cock!" I growled. She looked up at me and I saw tears coming down her cheeks. I pulled back listening to her gasp for air.

"I fucking love having your cock in my mouth. Are you going to fuck me?" I nodded pulling away so she could spread her legs. She was completely soaked, glistening against the dim light from the slightly open curtain of our hotel room. I grabbed her legs as I sat up on my knees. I pulled her closer to me, gliding my cock over her pussy. When I found her entrance I pushed in slowly. Her eyes rolled back and she began playing with her nipples. "Harry!" She cried out.

"I know baby it's too big?" She nodded.

"Too big, but I can take it. I want you to give it to me hard." I leaned in and put my hand at her throat.

"Say please." She smirked at me.

"Please daddy, fuck me hard. I want you so deep that I can I feel you in my stomach." I chuckled pulling out almost completely before slamming my hips back into her. "Oh yeah harder!" She cried in pleasure.

"I used to think you were so innocent, but look at my baby taking my cock. Only mine right baby?" I slammed my cock into her again.

"Yes daddy, only you can fuck me." I leaned forward, her legs over my shoulders as I fucked into her fast and rough. She was letting out the sexiest sounds when talking to me. "Yes daddy, make me cum again. I want to cum again. I love you."

I got in her face and she stared into my eyes.

My whole daddy persona went out of the window as I took a second to catch my breath. I felt her wrapped around me and every ounce of my body had become hers. It wasn't me who owned her body sexually, she owned me now. She was completely in control and she knew it.

"Jane." I moaned dropping my head into her neck.

She rubbed my back. "You almost never break character baby." She giggled kissing my cheek.

I let out out a soft whine, barely moving inside her with slow deep thrusts. "You feel so fucking good." She giggled pulling my hair to have me look at her.

"Lay back, I'm gonna ride you." I turned us over with myself still inside her. She adjusted herself and smiled down at me. "You know when daddy says no, it's no. But the princess always gets what she wants." I took a deep breath. "You're mine."

I smiled up at her and bit my lip. "Choke me." She pushed her hair to the side and moved her hand to my neck. I groaned in pleasure as she put just enough pressure and began bouncing on me. "Fuck harder."

"Kinky boy." I nodded. "Fuck, it feels so good." She cried out, her hand squeezing around my neck tighter. My hands grabbed her ass, moving her on me. I felt myself getting closer.

"Baby I'm close." I whimpered. "Can I cum?" I asked her.

"You want to cum, you have to ask better than that baby." She teased grinding down on me. "Beg me to let you cum."

I swallowed my pride. "Baby girl can I please cum, please I made you cum twice. I've been good." She leaned down and kissed me gently.

"Where do you want to cum?" She asked pushing my hair back.

"Fuck, anywhere I don't give a fuck." She nodded, but then began clenching around me. She cursed and gasped, having her third orgasm. "Did you cum for me?" She nodded and giggled getting off of me and telling me to get up. I stood and she got on her knees in front of me. Her hand jerked me off while her mouth went down to suck on my balls I felt my body shaking. "Fuck I'm-" I growled cumming hard. She opened her mouth and let me cum, most of it landing on her tongue and chin.

I could cry from the relief I felt.

"Thank you, daddy." She moaned licking her lips. I smiled breathing heavily. "Mmm tastes so good." She wiped it off her chin to lick off her fingers.

I fell back on the bed and heard her giggle. Suddenly her hand reached for me again. "Whoa! I'm sensitive." She ignored me pumping again. "Princess I can't I really- oh shit."

"Yes you can, I want you to cum again, so you're going to cum for me." I threw my head back as she began sucking me off. My dick was getting hard again and my leg wouldn't stop shaking. I could hear her gagging around me trying to get me off.

I kept cursing and lashing around as she tried to get me to cum. I had a fire in my stomach and I knew she was about to succeed. "I need you baby." I moaned. She quickly stood up and sunk back down on me, fucking me until I had tears in my eyes from cumming so hard.

She grabbed my neck and said some very dirty words, letting me release inside of her. I swear I thought I was dead for ten seconds. I was breathing heavily and I heard her snickering.

"Don't die on me now." She joked.

"I hate you so much," I whispered.

"No, you love me." She pressed kisses all over my face. "Are you alright?" I nodded finally breathing normally.

"I'm fucking hungry, do you want to go out for breakfast?" She nodded kissing my temple.

"That was amazing." She said sweetly leaving soft kisses on my neck and cheek. I felt her hand rubbing my shoulder, so I pulled her down and kissed her lips.

"Let's take a shower and go get something to eat." She nodded but neither of us wanted to get up just yet.

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By the time we did get up, it was almost lunchtime and Jane wanted to walk to have New York-style pizza.

The wedding was on a rooftop of some building we passed by on our way to eat. It wasn't far so even if we ran late we could be here quickly.

Jane sat in front of me eating a slice of pizza the size of her head. She had been to New York a few times and I lived here for a few weeks, but neither of us has been here together.

She took a sip of her drink and smiled at me. "What are you thinking about?" I asked her after a long comfortable silence.

"Well, honestly I was thinking about Des and Melanie. She told me that she was moving to London with him for a while. It just made me think about you and if you ever wanted to move back to England, I wouldn't mind." I raised an eyebrow. "Have you ever thought about wanting to move back?"

I shook my head. "Nope, besides my mum, I don't have a reason." She listened carefully. "Home is where the heart is, so my home is in California with you and my kids." She pinched my cheek.

"Well, I'm just saying, it's a compromise I'm willing to make. You've done a lot for me and I feel like I owe you."

"You don't owe me a damn thing Jane, you love me, take care of me, have my babies, respect me, and give me that bomb ass puss-"

"Harry!" She smacked my arm. "We're in public." I laughed. "I'm glad I don't owe you anything."

"Marriage is not about owing anything it's about love, compromise, and mutual respect for one another." She looked at me and her bottom lip trembled. "And I guess dealing with the fact that your wife cries about everything." She giggled.

"That was really sweet, this is the best trip we've been on. Daisy is right, we do always fight." I raised an eyebrow.

"No, we don't," I said defensively.

She gave me a look. "Baby, our first trip to England together after I had Daisy you were mad about me 'making you go' we fought. The trip to Chicago when you drove with Louis to surprise me, we fought. The trip to the Grand Canyon we fought over Daisy's hat. Our trip to London when you saw he who shall not be named, we fought. We always fight when we travel." I looked at her.

"We didn't fight on our honeymoon." Suddenly she looked deep in thought. "What?"

"I wish we didn't fight at all, I feel like I yell at you too much." I didn't like fighting with Jane at all. I felt guilty afterward because I should consider myself lucky she loves me. "They say you fight a lot with those you love the most." I chuckled.

"I don't think we fight a lot, but I grew up seeing my parents fight so much, so our argument about eating the peanut butter with my finger seems so tiny that I don't even consider it a fight." She giggled.

"Well, my parents never fought, at least not in front of us." She shrugged.

"I think we fight just enough." I joked.

We finished eating and walked hand in hand back towards our hotel to get ready. Jane put an arm around me as we walked towards the elevator.

We had five hours before the reception and Jane wanted to do her hair and makeup. I wanted to take a nap.

She pressed the elevator button and it began moving slowly. She stood beside me when suddenly the elevator stopped. Jane looked at me for a second before it suddenly jolted. A yelp came from her mouth so I quickly held her close.

"It's okay baby, we're alright." She held me tight as I walked over carefully to press the button to open the door. None of them worked. "Shit."

"Oh my god, my worst nightmare is coming true." Her breathing began to speed up. I kept trying to press the buttons and saw the emergency one. I pressed it and suddenly it was calling someone.

The woman on the line said they would send help and it would only be a few minutes. I thanked her and looked at Jane who looked terrified.

"Baby, I know you're scared, but I am also claustrophobic so we both need to calm down." She nodded slowly. I walked over to the door and tried pushing the elevator door. It was fucking heavy. "If anything happens to me, sue the shit out of this hotel baby girl." I tried pushing the door again and got it open, but we were stuck in the middle between two floors.

"Oh my god, we're going to die." She sat on the floor with her head between her knees. "This is it, all my life I knew this was the way I was going to go-"

"Baby girl, princess, love of my life, shut the fuck up." She looked up at me. "We're going to be here fifteen minutes tops and then we'll get out." She nodded again.

I sat down beside her on the ground and rubbed her back. I was fine, for now.

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Within an hour and forty-five minutes, we tried calling 911 three times, but there was no service in the elevator.

We pressed the emergency button and the lady kept saying the same thing.

Jane began playing some stupid game on my phone, the music was slowly becoming annoying. "Is there any way you can put the volume down on that?" I asked her.

"No, the music calms me down." I rolled my eyes. "If you want your phone back you can have it." She turned it off and handed it to me.

"I didn't say anything to you, Jane, here take it." I tossed it on her lap.

"You are so rude, can't you hand it back to me nicely." I turned to pick up the phone, holding her hand and placing it in her palm. "Thank you."

"Whatever." I leaned against the wall. "Hello!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. "Help us!" Jane covered her ears as I yelled. "I'm sorry is my yelling bothering you?" She groaned.

"I didn't say it was, but you could warn me next time." I stood up and tried pressing the buttons again. "It doesn't work."

"Janine, please."

"Don't call me that." She groaned.

I turned to her. "It's your name."

"Don't be a smartass, I'm not in the mood." She crossed her arms.

"How am I being smart, it's your name. My name is Harry, you are Janine." She squinted her eyes. She didn't say anything after that for a while. I tried calling 911 again, but it wasn't going through. Eventually, the staff would notice we were stuck. "Hello!"

Nothing.

I sat back and took a deep breath in. I looked over at Jane and blinked. She was taking a selfie. "Are you taking pictures of yourself?" She nodded.

"I look cute." I rubbed my temples. She scooted closer to me and put the camera up to take a picture.

"Stop I'm not in the mood." She looked down and pouted.

"We were having such a good two days. We had a nice flight, a nice hotel room. Woke up and you made love to me and it was fucking amazing. We had pizza, and now we're here. You're in a bad mood and I look really cute Harry." She began crying. "I don't have many cute years left, I'm twenty-nine years old and my kids are sucking my youth out of me."

"Jesus Christ, fine I'll take a photo with you!" She suddenly stopped crying and scooted back over. Fake tears, my wife is actually crazy.

"Yay!" She smiled holding my face and taking a photo of us. "Boo bear smile for me." I smiled and she took a photo of us. She kissed my cheek. "I love you." She whispered in my ear.

Her lips ran up the shell of my ear and she started nibbling on my lobe.

"Jane, I'm going to get turned on." She didn't stop. "You're going to get me hard and have to take care of it for me."

"Promise?" She giggled.

There was a loud noise and then I heard someone yell. "Hello?" They said.

"Yes, we're in here!" I stood up quickly.

"This is the fire department, we're going to get you out soon sir!" I smiled relieved.

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By the time we were back in our room, Jane quickly started getting ready. I polished my shoes and watched as she did her makeup. I didn't think she needed it, but it was nice to see her get excited over the color of her eyelids.

She looked at herself and then back at me. "Last kiss before lipstick." I walked over and bent down to kiss her a few times on the lips.

She stood up after putting some on and put her hair down. She turned her hair curler on and went to get her dress. 

She stood in the middle of the room and took off her shirt and pants. I gulped as she walked into the bathroom in a pair of panties and her bra. She walked out and I couldn't help but stare.

Lace thong and no bra, my weakness.

"You know you look sexy as fuck in just your panties." She giggled walking over to the closet to put on her dress. "God damn you look good." She turned walking over to me. I zipped up her dress and gave her a spank on the butt. "Beautiful."

"Thank you, my love, now get dressed we have to go." I nodded.

I looked at my hair in the mirror and pushed it back slightly. I had decided to cut it short again. Jane was disappointed, but I felt more confident with short hair.

I finished getting dressed and sighed waiting by the door. "Ready?" I asked

"Yup, you look nice."

The truth was, for some reason, I was nervous.

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Thanks for reading. Xx

-k