Lyla and her Leprechaun

6

We got to the other side of the world before we stopped for gas. We landed in Ireland and I stepped out and looked around the secluded airport and got enough fresh air. It felt nice being outside after being cooped up in the plane for so long.

Dante had been off paying for the gas and I looked around the little trinkets and things before going to him and letting him wrap me in tight to his side.

Once the plane was ready and we had more food for breakfast on board we got back on, and we moved to lay in the back all over again once the plane was level in the air.

I sat back and had my hash browns and eggs. Dante stuffed his face with something I wasn't sure was even food. Mumbling that he missed his Irish food more than anything in Ireland. I wanted to ask, maybe I could learn how to cook it for him, but I didn't want to push too much for him to tell me something that might be way too personal for us right now.

I laid back in bed and tried not to over think, and fall back asleep. Dante walked around the plane and I laid back in bed and watched him for a bit.

Before long I sat up and watching him before patting the bed. He smiled at me and walked over to me. He laid down, his head moving to lay on my thighs and my hands diving through his hair. He cuddled into my lap, arms going around my hips and I had never felt so comfortable.

I don't remember closing my eyes but I woke up next to the plane shaking and Dante moved up from my lap and caged me against the bed so the turbulence didn't make us fall off.

"Good afternoon." He whispered with a smirk and I bit my lip. My hands went around his chest, going up and down his sides before wrapping my arms around his back.

His arms went from holding himself up, to putting all his weight on his forearms. He wedged his way between my legs and I lifted my knees so he was resting comfortably.

His lips slowly met mine, and I moaned at the taste his lips were giving off and I opened my mouth. Feeling his tongue sweep in, pushing more of his taste inside me and I raised one leg and wrapped it around his thigh.

I felt his hands push into my hair and I tilted my head when I felt a bit of pressure. Turning my head and enjoying the way his lips felt against mine, his tongue encouraging mine to swipe back into his mouth.

I heard him goan and he tried to pull away but I whimpered and he seemed to give in and stay right where he was, on top of me, pushing me slightly into the bed, and kissing me until I was basically rutting against him and he was pushing into me as well.

I might be a virgin but I knew what was pressing into me, and I wanted to feel it, wanted to know it was because he was enjoying this as much as I was. He groaned and pulled away too fast for me to protest and he was putting distance between the bed and himself as he started to pace again.

"Dante-"

"Not my fault Dearie, you said virgin until you wed. That or your father will kill me."

"He would not kill you." I said and laughed lightly and he sent me a look. "Might not approve-"

"You wanted to wait, so we are waiting. Besides... I am not taking your v-card in a plane. Can't join the mile high club with your first time." He told me and I just sighed and smiled and shook my head. Putting my head back and trying to savor the taste of him in my mouth.

I put my hand to my mouth and looked over at him, he had his hands under his chin, almost like he was praying, and I bit my lip and waited.

"You my little vixen, can't do that to me again. If you do, it's your surrender." He advised me and I nodded and he groaned and looked back to me. "I have this whole thing planned out Lyla. We have plans, and I made those plans so I wouldn't just keep you in bed the entire time. I know you aren't ready for that, and when you feel ready.... we can explore it."

I bit my lip and nodded and stood up, walking over to him. "What do you have planned for us?" I asked and he smiled slowly, looking over my face before acting like he didn't know, or it wasn't a big deal. "C'mon Dante, I wanna know."

"Maybe a few art galleries, maybe a day trip, a night out or two, and maybe just maybe, a cooking class." He raised his eyebrows to me and I paused and thought about all the things I could learn from a French cook from Monaco, someone who serves the rich and famous every single day.

"You... I am going to, we're going to a cooking class in France?"

"I said maybe, but if I changed that to a yes, would that be better?" I got up and rushed Dante, hugging him and missed his lips and hit his chin with my kiss and I moved down, kissing his neck and I felt his hands come around me, hoisting me up just a bit and making me wrap my legs around his waist.

"You are a man of many wonders." I told him and looked into his bright green eyes again and he seemed to think what I said was fake, but I leaned in, cupping both sides of his face now, and made sure my lips landed on his.

"If I knew getting you cooking classes would get me that kind of thank you, I would have gone all out for Italian and Spanish too." He laughed and I giggled and curled my head under his chin as he walked us to the bed and we were snuggling again.

The heavy make out session put behind us, and I was trying to imagine what my future could really be like with him. I could take those Italian cooking classes one day, learn how to make the best noodles and tortellini and sauce from scratch. I could go and learn the way the Spanish dry their spices and how they marinate their food so it's basically falling off the bone with so much flavor.

I fell back asleep, again, only to be woken up by Dante telling me it was time to land and we were going to have to sit down so we wouldn't bounce around too much.

I walked with him, we got to the little couch and he strapped me in as I stretched and I rolled my eyes at the gesture and let him take care of me like I was a child, because in all honesty it felt nice that he wanted to make sure I was secure and safe.

We landed, and I was buzzing to get out and look around, to do what he had planned, and enjoy what kind of thing, this vacation was for me. I had never really been with a man, in any kind of relationship in a foreign place and had fun.

Dante led me to a waiting car and he waved me in first. I got in and was hit with a heater and shivered with how hot it was going to get. Dante seemed to notice how warm I was and said something in French to the driver and the heat stopped and a back window rolled down a bit.

I looked out as we started to head up hill a bit and I saw houses and mansions and I felt very very under dressed in my shorts and tank top. I knew I had the dresses in the back but just being near these kinds of houses made me feel... less? Somehow.

We got to the gated community, and Dante got out, spoke more French and showed a couple things to verify his name and status and then we were let in, and I got to see even more houses that made me feel the size of an ant.

We stopped at a big white house, unlike the other houses the lights around it were off, so it wasn't like it was showcased or for sale. The gate had a code that Dante said he would teach me later, and add in my finger print. He made a mumbled note that the had to get my stuff to all his houses to add me.

How many places did he have?

Pulling into the darker driveway once the gate was open, I noticed the small green plants littered everywhere, and the gold hiding in plain sight, which was most likely just gold paint.

I walked out when we stopped and Dante led me to the front door, putting in his information and then turning to me and holding out his hand. I gave him my right, since that was what I usually wrote and cut things up with, it had less scars.

I watched him put me into his system, and I bit my lip as he got the keys to the place out of a lock box and we went to the door again and he pushed it open, lights coming on with a clap from him and he smiled back at me.

"Welcome to our home." He told me and I gulped and looked at the double doors as he pushed the other open and I got to see inside the foyer.

I let my mouth open just an inch as I took in the staircase inside, the white and black marble tile, The walls were white, some paintings, which I was going to go out on a limb, were very famous or expensive hung on them.

There was a plush couch, a loveseat, and a sectional as far as I can see, a fluffy bean bag chair was pushed to the left so it was looking out a window, and I walked in farther, Dante's shoes clacking as I stayed quiet.

I got to the kitchen and I looked at all the stainless steel and high tech gadgets lining the counter tops, the marble counter tops. My mouth shut then and I went to touch the knife block and pulled a few out, they weren't sharp, but they were expensive.

"What's mine is yours dearie." He told me and leaned on the counter and gave me a goofy grin and I gulped.

"What?"

"I can't wait to show you what all I can give you."