“Someone excited?” I laughed as I took an extra step to catch up. Her head was bouncing around everywhere, trying to take everything in at once, but I wondered if she could absorb anything with as fast as she was going.
She slowed and gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
I shook my head. “No, Honeybear, don’t be sorry. Be happy.”
“I am happy.” She pulled me close for a quick kiss. “You have no idea what this means to me.”
We walked around, heading through Adventureland and stopping to watch people on the Aladdin ride. “What does it mean?”
She stepped back and headed toward the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. “I don’t remember much about my mom, but I do remember she had a jar above the fridge with money in it.” I was surprised at the mention of her mom—Lila never had any stories. I’d often wondered if she remembered her at all. “Every time she put any in she would look at me and say, ‘We’re getting closer to Disney.’ I would pick up every piece of change I found on the ground and give it to her to add.”
“How close were you?”
She shrugged. “Who knows. She died before we got to go, and I was sent to—”
“The bastard ass**le motherfucker.”
She elbowed me and glared. “Sssh!”
“What?”
“We’re in Dinseyworld.”
I smirked at her scolding me like it was the most obvious answer and held up my right hand. “I will attempt to refrain from cussing out loud for the duration of our time in the park.”
She smiled at me and linked her fingers with mine.
A little while later, we were done with one ride and climbing onto Splash Mountain. The faux log swayed as I stepped on, and I held my hand out to help Lila on. She leaned her head on my shoulder, her arms tangled around mine, as we began moving.
I couldn’t help but stare down at her chest and the view I had of her soft br**sts.
“What?” She grinned, her brow quirking, knowing exactly what I was looking at.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing, so what is it?” She prodded my side with her finger.
I leaned, trying to get away. “You’re wearing a white shirt.”
“And?” Her brow scrunched.
“We’re going on Splash Mountain.”
“And?” She was so f**king adorable when she was confused. I grinned at her and licked my lips. Her eyes widened. “Oh.”
I slipped my hand up her thigh and squeezed as we took off.
Full-blown giggling filled my ears as we twisted, turned, and dipped, followed by a high-pitched scream along with my own yell as we plummeted down the final hill. She was laughing as the ride slowed down, and we took stock of our water-soaked, dripping bodies.
After exiting, I looked down and groaned—her white tank top was thoroughly soaked and giving me a nice show of her sexy little bra. I pulled her close, grabbing her ass as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
Surprise filled her eyes, her cheeks turning pink.
I leaned down, my lips ghosting her ear. “Tonight I’m going to get you wet in a whole other way.” Keeping to my promise of no spoken cuss words, I adjusted what I wanted to say. “I’m going to eat you out, stick my fingers inside you, and suck on your ni**les until you’re begging me to stop. If you’re lucky, I’ll stick my man meat in you and thrust until we both come undone.”
I smirked down at her as I pulled back. Her eyes were heavy, mouth open, and her face was flush—all her telltale signs of arousal.
“How about a picture, you two?”
I looked up to find a park photographer holding up a camera. “Sure.” I stroked her cheek with my finger. “Look at the camera, baby.”
She did as I asked, but I had a feeling I’d pushed her over the lust edge and she was no longer aware of what was going on. My dick got hard just thinking about it. I was tempted to find some little corner for a quick f**k, but I didn’t want to get thrown out of the park for sexing up my girl in such a wholesome place.
We continued on, taking a train ride in a western town, stopping for lunch, and taking in a creepy trip through It’s A Small World before walking around toward the Haunted Mansion.
A shop window caught my eye before we got to our next destination, and I pulled us in. It was filled with little girls dressed up as princesses with their hair and makeup done while wearing frilly dresses.
Lila’s brow scrunched as she looked around. “What are we doing in here?”
I read over the signs around the register. They talked about different princess packages. “I think you should be a princess.”
“What?”
I grinned. “Don’t you want to dress up? Be a princess for a day? I’ll be your faithful man-servant, Cristoff.”
“This is for little girls.”
“Ah, you were thinking it would be fun.” Her face turned pink and she looked down to the ground.
“This is stupid.”
I grinned at her. “No, it’s not. Come on.” I tugged on her arm.
“No.”
“Why not?”
She huffed. “It’s for little girls! Besides, they aren’t going to have adult-sized dresses.”
“Then we can stuff you into something too small.”
She pushed on my shoulder. “You just want to see my ass hanging out.”
My mouth dropped open. “We’re in Disneyworld! You said a dirty word!”
Her cheeks got even redder and she beat on my back, pushing us out the door.
We walked around, taking it all in and looking for our next adventure when it dawned on me.
“Do you like rollercoasters?”
She nodded. “Mm-hmm. Teresa and Armando took Noah and me to Kings Island one time.”
“What was the first ride you went on?”
She grimaced. “Well, Noah was a bit sneaky. I told him I wanted to try, but was scared. So he convinced me to go on the Vortex, saying it was a pretty easy one.”
My eyes widened. “What? Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. I screamed, probably cried a little, and told him how much I hated him.”
“You saw it before you got on, right?”
She nodded. “I was freaking out the whole time we were in line. Once I calmed down, I realized it wasn’t that bad, so we went on the Beast next. After that, I was in love with the thrill. I guess you could say it was the first time I’d felt alive in many years.”
She slowed and gave me a sheepish grin. “Sorry.”
I shook my head. “No, Honeybear, don’t be sorry. Be happy.”
“I am happy.” She pulled me close for a quick kiss. “You have no idea what this means to me.”
We walked around, heading through Adventureland and stopping to watch people on the Aladdin ride. “What does it mean?”
She stepped back and headed toward the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. “I don’t remember much about my mom, but I do remember she had a jar above the fridge with money in it.” I was surprised at the mention of her mom—Lila never had any stories. I’d often wondered if she remembered her at all. “Every time she put any in she would look at me and say, ‘We’re getting closer to Disney.’ I would pick up every piece of change I found on the ground and give it to her to add.”
“How close were you?”
She shrugged. “Who knows. She died before we got to go, and I was sent to—”
“The bastard ass**le motherfucker.”
She elbowed me and glared. “Sssh!”
“What?”
“We’re in Dinseyworld.”
I smirked at her scolding me like it was the most obvious answer and held up my right hand. “I will attempt to refrain from cussing out loud for the duration of our time in the park.”
She smiled at me and linked her fingers with mine.
A little while later, we were done with one ride and climbing onto Splash Mountain. The faux log swayed as I stepped on, and I held my hand out to help Lila on. She leaned her head on my shoulder, her arms tangled around mine, as we began moving.
I couldn’t help but stare down at her chest and the view I had of her soft br**sts.
“What?” She grinned, her brow quirking, knowing exactly what I was looking at.
I shook my head. “Nothing.”
“It’s not nothing, so what is it?” She prodded my side with her finger.
I leaned, trying to get away. “You’re wearing a white shirt.”
“And?” Her brow scrunched.
“We’re going on Splash Mountain.”
“And?” She was so f**king adorable when she was confused. I grinned at her and licked my lips. Her eyes widened. “Oh.”
I slipped my hand up her thigh and squeezed as we took off.
Full-blown giggling filled my ears as we twisted, turned, and dipped, followed by a high-pitched scream along with my own yell as we plummeted down the final hill. She was laughing as the ride slowed down, and we took stock of our water-soaked, dripping bodies.
After exiting, I looked down and groaned—her white tank top was thoroughly soaked and giving me a nice show of her sexy little bra. I pulled her close, grabbing her ass as I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
Surprise filled her eyes, her cheeks turning pink.
I leaned down, my lips ghosting her ear. “Tonight I’m going to get you wet in a whole other way.” Keeping to my promise of no spoken cuss words, I adjusted what I wanted to say. “I’m going to eat you out, stick my fingers inside you, and suck on your ni**les until you’re begging me to stop. If you’re lucky, I’ll stick my man meat in you and thrust until we both come undone.”
I smirked down at her as I pulled back. Her eyes were heavy, mouth open, and her face was flush—all her telltale signs of arousal.
“How about a picture, you two?”
I looked up to find a park photographer holding up a camera. “Sure.” I stroked her cheek with my finger. “Look at the camera, baby.”
She did as I asked, but I had a feeling I’d pushed her over the lust edge and she was no longer aware of what was going on. My dick got hard just thinking about it. I was tempted to find some little corner for a quick f**k, but I didn’t want to get thrown out of the park for sexing up my girl in such a wholesome place.
We continued on, taking a train ride in a western town, stopping for lunch, and taking in a creepy trip through It’s A Small World before walking around toward the Haunted Mansion.
A shop window caught my eye before we got to our next destination, and I pulled us in. It was filled with little girls dressed up as princesses with their hair and makeup done while wearing frilly dresses.
Lila’s brow scrunched as she looked around. “What are we doing in here?”
I read over the signs around the register. They talked about different princess packages. “I think you should be a princess.”
“What?”
I grinned. “Don’t you want to dress up? Be a princess for a day? I’ll be your faithful man-servant, Cristoff.”
“This is for little girls.”
“Ah, you were thinking it would be fun.” Her face turned pink and she looked down to the ground.
“This is stupid.”
I grinned at her. “No, it’s not. Come on.” I tugged on her arm.
“No.”
“Why not?”
She huffed. “It’s for little girls! Besides, they aren’t going to have adult-sized dresses.”
“Then we can stuff you into something too small.”
She pushed on my shoulder. “You just want to see my ass hanging out.”
My mouth dropped open. “We’re in Disneyworld! You said a dirty word!”
Her cheeks got even redder and she beat on my back, pushing us out the door.
We walked around, taking it all in and looking for our next adventure when it dawned on me.
“Do you like rollercoasters?”
She nodded. “Mm-hmm. Teresa and Armando took Noah and me to Kings Island one time.”
“What was the first ride you went on?”
She grimaced. “Well, Noah was a bit sneaky. I told him I wanted to try, but was scared. So he convinced me to go on the Vortex, saying it was a pretty easy one.”
My eyes widened. “What? Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. I screamed, probably cried a little, and told him how much I hated him.”
“You saw it before you got on, right?”
She nodded. “I was freaking out the whole time we were in line. Once I calmed down, I realized it wasn’t that bad, so we went on the Beast next. After that, I was in love with the thrill. I guess you could say it was the first time I’d felt alive in many years.”
