Naked Truth (12 page)

Jordan begins to kiss his way back up toward my core.  I clench in anticipation and continuously tell myself to relax. No sooner than I’ve calmed myself down, he’s kissing and suckling at my inner thigh. Before I get the chance to adjust to his location, he moves in for the kill.  With a flattened tongue, he takes a long swipe.  Right
there.
  Anus to clit.  And my body involuntarily arches and I let out a moan. Jordan’s arm comes out of nowhere - probably because I can’t see jack squat - and pins down my pelvis.  I can’t move. I can’t escape.  He begins torturing me with the most talented tongue that I’ve ever experienced, alternating between licking and sucking. I try to focus on his pattern, try to occupy my mind with something other than the fact that I am about to come in the middle of Disney World, but my mind is blank. For the first time in my life, all I can think about is the fact that the most beautiful man in the world has his face in my vag…pussy.  Eating me. Yeah, I said it.  There is no other way to explain what is happening. He is feasting on my pussy.  But I don’t have time to think about it. He pulls back a bit, and I think he’s done, given up on me. He’s nipping and kissing at my inner thighs. That’s a guy’s signal that he’s had enough, right?  Just as I’m about to tell him that he can stop, he goes back in, this time attacking my clit.  My poor little clit is being sucked on, licked around, and flicked at. For a second there, I feel him bare his teeth and I swear that he just growled. At my clit.  And I think I’ve just died.

I find myself trying to swivel my hips or thrust them up or something, looking for more friction.  I’m squirming around so much that I feel his arm tighten around me. He must catch on to what I’m doing, to what I need, because seconds later, I feel a long thick finger enter me.  “Oh, God,” I blurt out, and I can feel him smile against my skin. 

I desperately need to come. “Jordan, please,” I beg and another finger slips through my folds and joins the first. His perfect mouth is still devouring my clit and I feel like I’m going to explode. The tingling starts at my toes and works it’s way up my legs as my orgasm takes hold of me. His warm fingers thrust into me only a few more times before my body clenches tightly around him and I’m fighting back a scream as I come. My body shudders and twitches as I fight to gain some semblance of normalcy.  It has no idea what just happened, and frankly, neither do I.

-9-

We take the Ferry back to the parking lot then the tram to my car. Violet has been quiet, pensive even, and I’m worried that maybe I pushed her a little too far at the Haunted Mansion.  Maybe I shouldn’t have talked her into riding it at all. She seemed good and relaxed after. Really relaxed.  If anything, I was the one frustrated and hurting. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Seeing her come, watching her body let go of every thought and worry, was beyond phenomenal.

We stayed at the park a few more hours riding more rides and goofing around.  She was even teasing me about wanting to ride
It’s a Small World,
and screaming like a bitch baby during the big drop on Splash Mountain.  But now, she’s barely looking at me, and I don’t like it one bit.

I lift my forefinger to her chin and turn her head so she has no other choice than to look at me.  “Penny for your thoughts,” I ask gently.

“I can’t remember having so much fun,” she admits with a soft smile.

“Something tells me that’s not necessarily true…the remembering part.” I tap her temple lightly, just as she always does when referencing her incredible memory.

“Figure of speech.”  She shrugs one shoulder then slips back into her far away thoughts once again.

“Would you rather we go back home instead of staying the night?” I ask reluctantly.

“No.” she shakes her head. “I want to stay with you,” she says while looking down at anything other than me.

I release the breath I didn’t even realize I was holding.  I pull her face up to look at me again and place a soft kiss on her lips.  I then pull out my phone to make a quick reservation.  I didn’t do it earlier because I didn’t want to jinx anything.

“One room or two?”  I ask with what probably sounds like a wing and a prayer in my voice.

My favorite blush inches its way up Violet’s neck. “One works.”

I don’t say another word, not wanting to talk my way out of what is going to be the most incredible night of our lives.

I hop online as soon as Violet gives me the go ahead and I make a reservation for us at the Animal Kingdom Lodge. I make sure to request a view of their Savannah, so our balcony will have a close view of the animals. I’ve heard great things about the place, and I want to spoil Violet a little.  There is no way I will have our first time be at the No Tell Motel.

Walking into the hotel lobby is exactly what I imagine being in Africa is like.  There are ridiculously huge windows spanning the whole back of the hotel with a view of their Savannah. The walls are lined with artifacts and African tapestries.  And the smells from the restaurants serving African cuisines are making my mouth water. Speaking of water, we take a quick detour and venture out onto the back deck of the lobby, where there is a humongous watering hole, which is the gathering site for a bunch of the hot and thirsty animals.

After we get our room key, we make our way through the maze of hallways, which are also surrounded by windows overlooking the picturesque views of various animals grazing. There are all different types of animals walking around and lying under trees, and we can’t help but be mesmerized by their proximity.

We head to the top floor, which is awesome because that means nobody is above us; it is much more private than the lower floors. But as we enter the room, we realize that it is, honestly, a very ordinary hotel room. We dump our over-night bags on the floor then head straight to the balcony. Jordan makes a show of flinging the drapes open as wide as possible and our jaws drop from the most incredible sight. Like being on a true safari in Africa, the animals are yards away. Some as close as ten feet or so.  I feel like I can reach out and touch an ostrich, or zebra, or gazelle! I’m entranced.  A giraffe merely feet away uses its abnormally long, thick black tongue to gather leaves, and my mind drifts into the gutter. What a happy wife he must have.

I jump up and down in giddy delight, clapping my hands in excitement. And Jordan can’t help but smile at my silliness.

“Thank you so much. This is incredible!” I hug him tightly in gratitude.

“Anything for you, my flower,” he tells me and I squeeze a little tighter.

I feel Jordan’s hand sneak its way down past my waist and around my ass. I lean back so I can see the innocent look he is trying to give me and laugh.  I can’t even balk because I love that he can’t keep his hands off me.  I lift up onto my tippy toes and kiss him unhurriedly. After a full day of kissing him at Disney, I’m no longer shy or hesitant about kissing him whenever I want to.  But there is a more pressing issue that needs to be taken care of.

“We’re friends, right?” I ask him. Don’t worry, you’ll see where I’m going with this.

He looks at me cock-eyed. “Um, I’m pretty sure we’re a little more than ‘friends,’ Vi,” he answers me in confusion.

“Are we…” I start but he interrupts me.

“Together, dating, partners, boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers…”

“Lovers?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

He laughs then pulls me in closer. “Well, after tonight, I certainly hope so, Luva,” he says in a silly voice and now has me laughing.

He leans in to kiss me again but I pull away this time.

“Violet? What’s wrong?”

I bite my thumb for a second, deciding whether to say something.

“It’s just…well…”

“Baby girl, spit it out.”

I need to say something because I see that he is getting impatient.

“Um, so, you kinda stink!”

Jordan bursts out laughing so loudly that he scares some of the animals away, and I come
this
close to peeing in my pants.

“You want to shower, too?” he asks me once he catches his breath.

“Yeah, but you go first.”

The sink part is actually not in where the shower is, so I use that time to clean my face and brush my teeth, while Jordan showers.  Naked.  Just a few feet away.  I need a distraction, so I then take a few minutes to organize my clothes and put our bags on the suitcase rack.  I don’t feel like turning on the television - I mean, why would someone want to watch when they have a live show right outside their window - so, I pull up a chair on the balcony and take in nature’s beauty.

A few minutes later, I hear the bathroom door open.
Don’t look, don’t look
, I tell myself.

Dammit, I looked! Holy hell!

I step out of the shower, a cloud of steam pluming around me, and it’s like a total porn set up.   The beautiful girl is waiting for the pizza delivery dude that needed to take a quick shower so he doesn’t smell like pepperoni. I laugh to myself until I realize that I am standing here, half naked, the tiny hotel towel wrapped flimsily around my waist, while Violet is staring at me with pure animalistic lust in her eyes. 

My cock starts to harden at the vision in front of me and my measly, threadbare towel begins to tent.  The pressure from my growing cock forces the cheesy knot I had tied to become loose enough that it will no doubt fall with my first step.

“Violet, you are getting one warning.  Get in the shower now before I lose total control.  I am barely holding on by a thread as it is.”  I smirk at my reference to my towel that’s about to disappear completely, which, like my sanity, is literally holding on by only a thread.

Violet jolts in surprise, probably not expecting my tone, but I can’t help it.  I’m dying to get inside of her, however I know she wants to shower, too.  She jumps up from her chair on the balcony, grabs what looks like pajamas, and scurries past me.  Her eyes are trained the whole time on my towel, and surely, what’s behind it.

I slip into a pair of soft cotton pajama pants then grab the same seat she was sitting in on the balcony, while I wait for her to finish in the shower.  My body is buzzing, the adrenaline flowing on overload.  My dick won’t calm down, and I can’t say I blame him. I can’t wait to get my hands on her again. I want nothing more than to feel her come on my tongue again. 

I’m completely in my head reviewing my plan of attack when I hear the creak of the bathroom door opening.  Damn, I was so engrossed in my fantasies that I didn’t even hear her turn off the water.

Violet steps out of the shower with her wet hair slicked back and is wearing a tank top and teeny tiny shorts. They have little pictures of desserts on them, and the cherries sit perfectly on her nipples, which are hard as a fucking rock.  Just like my now pulsating cock.  Her toned legs are completely on display and are screaming to be wrapped around my waist.  She’s a fucking vision.  The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Well, second to watching her come on my face.

I stand up to get a better view.