The following week, after planning and planning, Valentine's day had finally begun approaching, and I still felt like I could've done more. But Griffin and Jade both said my gift was more than thoughtful, which assured me... I guess I just wanted to do as much as I possibly could for Cayden.

She meant the world to me and not only that but she's done so much for me. She's helped support me through some of the hardest times of my life, and I just feel like nothing will ever be enough to show her how much all of that truly meant to me. How much she truly meant to me.

It was also our first Valentine's day together, which only added to the pressure. Genuinely, I wanted it to be perfect, and I think this goal alone weighed much more pressure upon me.

I could tell Cayden knew I was stressed and on edge with the big day approaching. She'd check up on me more often—hold me even tighter at night—and try her best to distract me or lighten my mood when she sensed my distress.

While I wanted it to be all over, I also didn't. I wanted to bask in the moment that I witness her reaction. That's what will be the most rewarding.

"Ready?" Cayden asked, walking into the bathroom as I brushed my damp hair out.

Cayden had randomly told me to pack my things—enough for a few days and to bring clothes for warmer weather and even a few bathing suits.

I knew Valentine's day wasn't approaching until another day... but something told me she was up to something, and that the special day had something to do with it.

I don't know, maybe I was reaching. Cayden could be spontaneous quite often, so I probably shouldn't draw conclusions.

I looked over at Cayden, taking in her black knit turtleneck and light grey sweatpants. Her dark hair was pulled up into a high bun while her ful-vue glasses rested on her nose. She looked entirely beautiful even when she was dressed down and not even trying.

"Yeah, I'm ready," I said, nodding as I looked in the mirror at my own outfit. I was wearing one of Cayden's sweatshirts with black leggings and black Uggs.

Cayden smiled, wrapping her arms around my waist and nuzzling her head into the crook of my neck. I smiled, resting my hands over hers as I leaned back further into the front of her body. It's like we were silently communicating our love for each other—something we did often.

I turned to face her. "So why did you need me to pack?" I asked, but I knew, in the end, she wasn't going to give up the slightest detail. Still, it was worth a try.

Cayden narrowed her eyes, smiling at me. "Do you really think I'm going to answer that question?" she asked, pulling me even closer to her by my waist. I leaned my head into her chest, her spiced cologne fully wrapping around me.

"No..." I said. "But I figured I'd at least try."

Cayden laughed, playing with the ends of my damp hair. "At least you're honest."

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I was incredibly surprised when Cayden drove us to a private hangar, indicating we were flying privately. So many questions were flooding through my head... Was the private plane hers? Did she rent it? How much did all of this cost?

I didn't have time to ask questions, given that we had to go through security precautions and board the enormous plane, dedicated to only us. But I knew once we were settled, I was going to begin asking many different questions.

Cayden settled into the soft tan leather seat across from me, a table between us with mimosas. I peered out of the small window at the tarmac, the morning sun beaming down on the pavement harshly.

"So... is this yours?" I asked, trying to make my tone appear neutral when in reality I was confused. If it was hers... why didn't she tell me?

Cayden's dark eyes met mine, "Not exactly... this is mostly a test run before I decide to purchase it."

My eyes visibly widened, surprised that she was able to afford it. I know she wouldn't take money from her parents... which meant her company must be doing really good. Or maybe it was always doing good. I mean, she lived in one of the most high-end buildings on the Upper East side—drove a Mercedes G-Wagon—and her closet did consist of a lot of high-end brands. Now that I really thought about it, Cayden never had money troubles, and usually spent it however or whenever she wanted.

But still. A private plane wasn't classified as living comfortably. No, It meant you were officially wealthy—classified as well over a millionaire. I cringed internally, I oddly didn't like labeling her as that. She didn't act like that—and even being her girlfriend, I didn't even recognize that she could possibly be one until now.

"I'm sorry, does this overwhelm you?" Cayden asked, sipping her mimosa as her eyes traced my face, analyzing my expression—which without a doubt looked shocked.

I tilted my head, searching for the right but honest answer. "I... not exactly. But it's definitely something?"

Cayden swallowed her drink, nodding as she sat her mimosa glass down. "Can I get a better response than that?" she asked. "Maybe give me an emotion you're feeling?"

A slow smile grew on my face. I loved it when she talked to me like that—a calm tone while voicing better communication in such a respectful way. Being with her was just so healthy, even if we had our moments, we always bounced back.

I already struggled with communicating, so the fact that Cayden recognized that and went out of her way to ask me how I was feeling made a huge difference. There were moments when she met me halfway, throwing out possible emotions I could be feeling so it was less weight on me.

I laughed awkwardly. "Okay... I feel overwhelmed," I admitted, knowing that was the only way to describe it. "I just didn't know you could afford a private plane? I don't know I guess it wasn't something I ever imagined or pictured."

Cayden nodded, reaching over the table to gently grab my hand. "I'm not normally open about my finances and what I can or can't afford, mostly because my parents were so open about theirs and flaunting it around that I didn't want to be the same..." she trailed off before continuing again. "But the longer we're together, the more I want to involve you in every aspect of my life—finances included. I want you fully involved, Vi."

My smile grew into a grin, and I know I looked like an idiot. "Yeah?" I asked, my cheeks growing sore from my wide grin. "You really want to take it—take us there?"

While the idea of her owning a private plane was a lot for me—hearing her response meant that even having the funds to do so was a lot for her as well. She's stepping out of her comfort zone and sharing this with me openly, and I really admire her effort in doing so.

Cayden instantly nodded without hesitation. "Of course, Vi. You mean a lot to me. This relationship means a lot to me."

I continued grinning, gently squeezing Cayden's hand as I stared at her in awe. "I love you," I said. "Like so so much."

Cayden smiled. "I love you too—like so so much," she said, mimicking my words which sounded adorably hilarious coming from her. Cayden let go of my hand and motioned to her lap, "Come here."

I raised a brow, carefully rising from my seat and walking over to her. I slowly straddled her, resting my hands on her shoulders. Cayden's fingers tangled in my now dry hair, her dark eyes staring into mine, and I instantly knew what she wanted.

"Ready to join the mile-high club?" she asked, her voice low and raspier than ever.

I tilted my head. "The mile high—" I cut myself off when Cayden raised a knowing brow. "Oh my god," I said, whispering as my cheeks grew incredibly hot, laughing slightly.

I looked over to the tan couch, but Cayden rested her hand under my chin, diverting my attention back to her. "There's something better than that..." she said, her other hand kneading her fingers into the side of my waist. "There's a bedroom in the back."

My stomach swirled with anticipation, growing excited at the mere mention of having sex with Cayden. We could've fucked seconds prior and I still would be just as excited. When it came to Cayden, I was completely insatiable and animalistic.

I rose from her lap. "What are we waiting for then?" I asked. "Let's go."

Cayden smirked, rising from her chair and guiding us to the back of the plane where a tandoor and a long white wall separated the bedroom from the rest of the plane. When we entered the bedroom, I grew shocked—it looked like a normal bedroom.

I looked around the room, taking in everything. There was a large king bed, a TV mounted to the adjacent wall, nightstands on either side of the bed which I assumed to be attached to the black wood floors, and an attached airplane-efficient bathroom which resembled the one in the main area for guests.

Cayden stood behind me, pushing my hair to the side before kissing down the side of my neck. Her arms were placed securely around my waist inching my sweatshirt up as the pads of her fingers began caressing my lower stomach. A strong urge of need washed over me, my underwear growing soaked and my nipples hardening.

I whimpered when one of Cayden's hands glided up my skin, her fingers instantly meeting my hardened nipples. I felt entirely grateful that I skipped out on wearing a bra, basking in the feeling of Cayden flicking and kneading my sensitive buds.

I began squirming, needing more from her—needing her to relieve me fully. Cayden noticed and spun me around gently guiding me to lie down on the bed. She didn't waste time helping me out of my clothes impatiently throwing the articles of clothing across the room, which left me fully naked.

Cayden kissed my inner ankle, kneeling before me as I sat at the end of the bed—my legs resting on her shoulders. "I swear, Vi..." she trailed off, pressing another kiss higher up. "I mean it when I say, you are truly beautiful."

I stared down at her in awe. Her words were always genuine and sounded like it too. I never doubted if she was telling the truth or if she was just saying something to say it.

Whenever Cayden said anything, I knew she meant it wholeheartedly.

Cayden pressed more warm delicate kisses up my leg until she made it to my upper thigh, where she then press a longer and slower kiss onto my warm skin, staring up at me as she did so. She pulled me even closer to her, resting her hands under my thighs as she pressed a long wet kiss to my center.

I gasped slightly when I felt wetness drip down from my clit, her saliva coating over my wetness. My legs tightened at the arousing sensation as she began sucking my throbbing clit, flicking her tongue over my delicate spot. My nails dug into the material covering her shoulders as my hips thrusted into her addictive touch.

Right when I felt myself close to climaxing with just the act of Cayden's tongue on me alone, Cayden pulled away causing a whimper to leave my parted lips. My ears were on fire along with the rest of my body, ready to let the fire that built up inside of me out.

When Cayden positioned herself over me, with her hand on my lower back and her fingers lining up at my entrance, I almost came on the spot—anticipating how good the sensation was about to feel.

A drawn-out moan left my lips when Cayden gently slid two fingers into me, her hand on my lower back pushing me deeper into her touch.

"Wow," I breathed out as she began pumping in and out of me with ease. I was completely wet—so wet that you could hear Cayden's fingers sliding in and out of me.

Cayden's eyes stared down into mine, lust and admiration laced behind them. "Wow is right," she said, her tone low as she slid another finger into me.

I gripped her tighter to me, adjusting to her completely. She had never used three fingers before, but it felt... really good. Incredible actually.

"Are you okay? Does that feel good?" she asked, slowing her pace down as I adjusted to her.

I nodded quickly. "Yes that feels... so good," I breathed out, pressing my lips to hers.

Cayden hummed, speeding up her pace as we pulled away from the warm kiss. It was like an explosion going off in my body, like Cayden was reaching a different part of me. The more she continued, the deeper I felt her. Slowly, but surely, my climax was approaching. And I could feel it in every inch of my body.

I knew I was incredibly close when I twitched around her fingers, my legs opening wider for her. My body grew hotter and my legs began shaking—and wow did I feel the euphoric feeling within me begin to rise.

When the overwhelming feeling finally bursted, I practically screamed—or maybe I actually did. Every part of my body tensed up as I clung to Cayden for support, moaning her name over and over again as my back arched deeply into her. I couldn't come down, the feeling long lasting as I moaned Cayden...Cay—baby as the feeling slowly faded within me. It was one of my most intense orgasms, and I'd like to think it was the change in altitude, or maybe it was just that Cayden was incredibly good with her mouth and fingers.

All I knew is that I'd be making her feel the exact same way after.

Hi everyone:) I know a lot of you probably thought I was going to leave you hanging without smut after the way the last chapter ended, but I decided to do something much betterWeekendlustt