Hannah woke up to the most delicious ache between her thighs.

Opening her eyes to glance at the side table clock, she realised that it was already 6:35am. They would need to get up soon in order to get ready for work.

The soft sounds of Tariq's breathing made her smile. There was no denying the satisfaction that she felt from being in his arms. The entire front length of his naked body was pressed against her from behind. His breathing gently tickled her ear and Hannah slowly began to turn. She felt a sudden need to see his face.

Stirring in his sleep, Tariq's deep voice was soft as he mumbled, "I'd ask if you were planning on running away from me again but I just remembered that we're in your flat."

His arms pulled her even closer to him, not wanting her to leave his embrace. The movement caused her body to partially lay on him.

"I could simply kick you out," Hannah playfully said, as her hand gently touched the skin of his shoulder.

Upon hearing her words, both his eyes opened fully, the foggy veil of sleep slowly releasing its hold on him. His eyes locked with hers and, as he was about to say something, her next words immediately relaxed him as he saw the frisky glint in them.

"I mean, we do have work in a few," she teased.

"Hannah..." he growled, as he quickly moved so that she laid beneath him, "That wasn't very funny."

Biting her bottom lip as she looked up at him while parting her legs, her hands running up and down the front of his torso, "Perhaps you should punish me then? But I don't think we have enough time."

Tariq's nostrils flared at her words, "As if any sort of punishment would work on you."

She giggled softly as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Taking his time, he inhaled her familiar scent, which featured the remnants of the vanilla body wash that she regularly used. With his lips, he trailed soft kisses against her skin.

Moving his face back to look into her eyes, he said, "You have no idea how much my body craves yours. It's ridiculous how much I think about being inside of you. Feeling you deliciously wrapped around me. Not to mention the sounds that you make, you drive me crazy Hannah. Don't tease me."

"But teasing you is so much fun," she grinned, as she licked his bottom lip, "say my name again?"

A small smirk played on his lips as he said her name once more, which resulted in her arching up into him. The way he said her name did something to her, causing her body to ignite.

"I need you inside me, now, I wish we had more time," she complained.

Rubbing his hardened length against her wet slit, it was his turn to tease her, "There's always time for a quickie my dear."

The feel of him against her entrance caused her breath to falter, "But you're never quick."

Tariq suddenly entered her in one swift stroke, stretching and filling her, "Haven't I told you before..." his thrusts powerful and precise, clearly with a purpose, "I can be whatever you want me to be, Hannah."

"Fuck..." she hissed, as her eyes closed in ecstasy, her nails digging into his shoulders.

The sounds that she made only served to fuel his passion, as he quickened his movements and pounded himself into her. His hands were cradled behind her back, pulling her flush against his chest. She moved her head to kiss him, as she tried to push her hips up into his, wanting him to go even deeper. Her muscles gripped him tightly as his body brought hers to a quick and powerful orgasm.

Breaking the kiss, she tilted her head back to scream out his name, not caring if her neighbours heard her. Her nails pressed into the skin of his shoulders even more. The sweet ecstasy that Tariq made her feel had Hannah throwing all caution to the wind. He gave one final thrust as he groaned and came inside of her.

With their bodies sated, they lay there for a few moments, trying to catch their breath. Her eyes returned to the clock and she noticed that it was now 6:55am. They would have enough time to shower and make it to the office by 8am.

Following her gaze, he smiled then trailed soft kisses along her jaw, "See, I told you we would have enough time."

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The next three months passed quicker than expected. In no time at all, Mikayla and Damien's Tobago wedding was just a week away.

"Okay, so that's everything of the checklist!" Hannah said, while she checked a box off on her tablet, as she paced the foyer of Damien and Mikayla's penthouse.

"Wow, you made a checklist for the checklist?" Tariq scoffed playfully, as the last of the big suitcases were stacked.

Giving him a side eye, she said, "Less talking more packing, chop chop!"

"That's the last of it oh great leader," he bowed before moving to hug her from behind and started kissing her neck.

Hannah wiggled, trying to get out of his embrace, "Not here! What if Mikayla and Damien walk in?"

Even though, to the outside world, they had been dating for the last few months, she was still very shy about public displays of affection. Especially in front of Mikayla, who would tease her mercilessly, which, as a result, forced her to acknowledge the growing emotions that she was developing for Tariq.

Grumbling into her neck, he continued to kiss her skin, his hold on her tightening. After a few seconds of this, he stopped, then slowly turned her around to rest a long and sensual kiss on her lips.

"Relax," he murmured, "they're still upstairs getting the last of their things."

Moaning softly, Hannah pressed her hands against his shoulders, "Yes and if you don't stop, by the time they come downstairs, they'll end up seeing you buried within me, balls deep, again."

She was not ready to give her best friend and fiancé yet another show. Hannah knew that once Tariq started kissing her with those lips of his, it would be hard for them to stop and they did not have time to fool around.

Looking at her watch, she grumbled, "What is taking them so long, we're supposed to leave in fifteen minutes."

Tariq and Hannah went upstairs, looking for Mikayla and Damien, to help them pack faster. The faint sounds of moaning could be heard as they neared the vicinity of the master bedroom. Pausing by the partially open doorway leading to the master bathroom, what they saw left them stunned.

The voluptuous woman was slightly bent over one of the large bathroom sinks, her summer dress pushed over her rounded hips. Her hands were holding the sides of the marble counter. Damien's pants were resting just under his buttock, his grip on his fiancé's hips was fierce as he viciously pounded into her. His head was slightly bent, taking in the view of her big curvy derriere. Her thick strong thighs quivered with each deep thrust. The smoothness richness of her brown skin was a beautiful contrast against Damien's pallid hand.

Mikayla's moans got even louder, causing Hannah to snap towards her best friend's face. It was then that she noticed that she was being observed through the reflection of the mirror and Mikayla sent a wink once their gazes locked.

"Bloody hell..." Hannah whispered softly.

The scene was erotic and Hannah immediately felt herself get extremely aroused. It did not help that Tariq was standing close behind her and had been kissing the back of her neck the entire time. Using one of his free hands, he began to leave a heated trail up under dress. He gently stroked her through her underwear until it was soaked and she was forced to painfully bite her lips to keep her moans stifled.

"Let's leave them to finish," Tariq said.

With one final kiss to the side of her neck, he removed his hand and led her back downstairs. Tariq carried Hannah outside into the nearest corner of the balcony, where he lifted her dress and pulled her underwear to the side. Bending her over the railing, he quickly sheathed himself inside of her. With just a few deep strokes, her screams of release were heard mixing with the sounds of traffic from the street below.

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The quartet somehow made it to the hangar just in time, neither speaking of what had transpired. As they boarded Damien's Falcon 7X jet, everyone else was already seated and ready for take-off.

"Finally! For a moment there I was worried you guys weren't going to make it," Daniel teased, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Glancing at his father as he walked past, Damien grumbled, "We got held up for a moment."

"His father is too observant for my liking," Hannah whispered to Mikayla, as they sat next to each other.

Tariq and Damien sat opposite them and buckled their seatbelts. There was a table situated between them. However, there was also a couch to relax on once the plane levelled out in the air.

Murmuring back, Mikayla said, "You have no idea!"

Within a few minutes, the plane was taking off and they were on their way to Tobago. Besides Mikayla and Damien's parents, Mrs. Clemons and her husband Larry were also on the plane. Between the ten of them, they would ensure that everything was ready for the wedding that would take place within the next week on the following Saturday. The rest of Damien and Mikayla's close family and friends would fly in on Friday night.

The flight from London to Tobago would take approximately ten hours. The older couples sat more to the middle and front of the plane, leaving the back for the four of them. Hannah had been going over some flower arrangement designs for the tables, when they were interrupted by Sophie and Cynthia who came over to chat.

"You know I was to mention earlier that I think that you and Tariq look so cute together my dear," Cynthia had said.

"Don't they?" Sophie chimed in as she added, "I've known Tariq for years, he's grown up to be such a gentleman."

All the colour seemed to drain from Hannah's face as her eyes opened wider. She glanced over at Tariq, who smiled at her in return. She did not miss the large grins that both Damien and Mikayla were sporting. Before she could say anything, Cynthia spoke up again.

"He seems lovely. I mean, how romantic is it that Damien and Mikayla's best friends are now boyfriend and girlfriend. I can't tell you how worried I was about Hannah, she's too beautiful not to be dating, but I guess nothing before it's time, right?" the woman said with a large smile.

Hannah tried speaking up once more, "Erm Tariq isn't my boyfri..."

"Nonsense child!" Sophie interjected, "There's no reason to be shy, we're all couples on this plane. I've seen the way the two of you look at each other, I know the real thing when I see it."

Looking down at her tablet, Hannah's cheeks heated up, as her face began to flush in embarrassment. It was becoming difficult to breathe, as her mind raced, thinking about all that would probably be expected of her.

Noticing her panic, Mikayla spoke up, "Leave her be mum, you're embarrassing her."

"Oui maman, s'il te plait laisses-la," Damien said in agreement, telling his mother in French to leave Hannah alone.

The two women chuckled to themselves and nodded in understanding. They returned to their seats and left the younger couples in peace.

"I need some air..." Hannah suddenly said, getting up to walk to the back of the plane where the self-service refreshment station was located.

Mikayla began to stand, but was stopped by Tariq who was already shifting himself to get on his feet.

Standing up to follow Hannah, Tariq excused himself, "Don't worry, I'll go get her."

Mikayla smiled as she got out of her seat and went to sit next to Damien, who immediately wrapped his arms around her.

"Usually I'm the one that runs after her," Mikayla said with a slight pout.

Chuckling as he kissed her forehead, "She has Tariq for that now love."

"I know, I just didn't expect our Hannah to grow up so fast," mumbling as she cuddled into his embrace.

"Well it's been four months since they've been interacting. The fact that she hasn't run out on him again or kicked him to the curb leads me to believe that this might actually work between them," Damien said, his arms hugging his fiancée tighter.

Mikayla nodded in agreement, "True, it's just a part of me kept thinking that she'd wake up one morning and feel overwhelmed by her emotions. I can't tell you how on edge I've been these last three months, but as one week turned into two then one month into three, I can't help but feel enthusiastic that their relationship could work. But Hannah's scars run deep, so a part of me still feels like she might still run."

Scoffing slightly, "As if Tariq is going to let her go anywhere. He's had more than enough time to analyse his feelings and he is without a doubt in love with Hannah."

"I know!" she squealed before continuing, "I think we need to plan something for them before the wedding. Remember that romantic dinner you set up for me on the Pink Sand beach in Tobago a few months ago? Think you can set something like that up again?"

Damien smiled, the thoughtfulness of his wife only reaffirming his love for her, "You're such an amazing friend. I'll talk to Tariq about it and let him tell me what he would like to have put in place as he was planning to do something special for her."

"Really? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, you two are best friends after all," she sighed, happily knowing that her best friend was in good hands.

"I love you," Damien suddenly said.

"I love you too," Mikayla smiled as she leaned up and kissed him.

Tariq found Hannah at the back of the plane, drinking a glass of white wine as she looked out of the window. She was silently observing the way in which they were gliding through the air, the clouds swirling and disappearing around them.

"Hey," he said with a smile.

Downing the remaining liquid, she placed the glass down before grabbing his face and kissing him fiercely. The way her lips moved against his told him that she was overwhelmed by her emotions and that she needed his touch. Her soft moans flowed into his mouth as he kissed her back, his hands holding her close. He broke the kiss in an attempt to make sure to talk to her and find out how she was feeling.

"Hannah..." Tariq started to say before she cut him off.

"I need you, just shut up and fuck me..." her voice trembled full of emotion.

Not needing to be told twice, he dragged her into the jet's decently sized bathroom and did exactly as she commanded.