Our Secret Dream 2

Disney

It's our last day in Paris and we are both still tangled together in bed. After our date night, last night and the extra activities we got up to when we returned home my whole body feels like it's been hit by a freight chain.  

Before last night I never knew sex with him could get any better but it was phenomenal. He's always surprising me, rising us both to new levels. In the past two years, I must have said that a thousand times, each time feeling like we have soared to a new high only for it to be surpassed at a later date. 

'Baby?' he groans as he rolls onto his side trying to flip me onto my back in the process.

'Nooo, down boy' I whimper pushing against his chest. Stopping his movements. 

His plump pink lips jutting out into a full-blown pout, sulking at my rejection. 

'I'm sore and we need to get ready for our date.' I tell him, pressing my lips against his before untangling myself from his body. Gingerly climbing out of the bed. Once on my feet, I pad across the room towards the on-suite bathroom ready for a nice hot shower. 

'Fine' he grumbles accepting his fate. 

I step into the bathroom and switch on the water for the shower, letting it rain down for a couple of minutes before stepping inside the room and under the waterfall. Lifting one of the travel-sized bottles of shampoo before squirting a generous dollop into my hand. I rub the colloid together in my palms before massaging it into my hair, bringing it to foam. Once I have my hair gathered on the top of my head in a pile of foam Bryan walks into the room, sliding open the shower door before stepping in to join me.

🔴🔴🔴🔴

After our shared shower we each dry off and get dressed on opposite sides of the bedroom. Chatting and laughing together, just happy to be spending this alone time together.

'So are you going to tell me what's on the cards for today?' he asks, slipping into a tight fitted black polo shirt.

'Hmmm,' I ponder as I strum a finger against my lips. Pretending that I am deep in thought when I'm not going to tell him anything. This is one of the few surprises I have planned for him during this adventure and I'll be damned if I spoil it now.

'Just get your fine ass ready to go, okay?' I tease him, as I put my purse, phone, gum and perfume into my handbag. Slipping it onto my shoulder as I wait for Bryan at the front door of our suite.

Five minutes later and we are leaving our hotel climbing into our waiting uber that's taking us to Disney - Bryan tries to get the details of our destination from the driver but he keeps stoom as per my request in the booking notes.

I look out the front window spotting the entrance to Disneyland Paris in the distance a huge smile tugging at my lips, from my perpetual vision I can see Bryan following my gaze - realisation dawning on his handsome face.