“We have our own room?!” Braxley yells as the boys jump up and down on their beds.

“Yup,” I tell them.

“How did you plan all of this?” Faye asks me, as I sling my arm over her shoulder and we gaze out at the sights of Disneyland together.

“It was easy. Being in my line of work, I called in a few favors.”

“Thank you for this,” she tells me, and I lean in to kiss her, but the boys charge into our room ruining the moment.

“The fireworks are going off,” they say, and we all spot the astonishing display that lights the night sky. We spent the day at the main Disneyland theme park, doing as much as we could, minus staying for the nightly fireworks show.

“Wow!” Jack says and leans into me. I hold on to him tightly, grateful that we are all here together.

Then there is a knock on our door, and I go to answer it. The room service we ordered for dinner is here. The employee’s wheel in the two carts of food we ordered and I tell them, “Thank you,” handing each one a tip from my wallet. The boys rip the covers off the food and start eating their fries.

“Did you boys pick a movie yet?” Faye asks them.

“Yup!”

They run into their room, and I wheel the cart after them. Once they are situated and comfortable in their beds, with their meals, I go back into our room and find Faye waiting for me with a glass of wine.

“Here you go,” she hands me the glass, and I hold her chin in between my thumb and forefinger. Molding my lips over hers, she melts into me, kissing me softly, holding her glass of wine so gingerly that at any moment it might fall to the floor.

“I want you,” I tell her.

“Me too.” But her stomach growls and I know we need to eat. Plus, the boys will be out soon and then we’ll have our time together. “Let’s eat.” I pull her chair out for her, and she sits down at the table in front of the window of our room.

As I start to eat my steak, she watches me, not yet touching her food and I ask her, “What?”

“Nothing, I’m just admiring you. That’s all.”

“Are you now?” I ask her and give her a sexy grin. She smirks back at me and lifts a forkful of her pasta to her mouth. I’ve never seen someone make eating such a sexy thing.

“I am. I’m not sure how I got so lucky.”

“Oh, I could say the same thing.” And I could. Faye is by far the most amazing woman I’ve ever met. Her strength and resilience are something else. Something that I wish I had. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again, if I ever had to endure half of what she’s been through, I wouldn’t be able to go on. At least not the way Faye does. She’s an amazing mother, always putting Braxley first.

“What are you thinking?” she asks me and I find myself now not eating, only focusing on her.

“Nothing. Did you have fun today?”

“I had a blast, but I don’t think I had as much fun as the boys did.”

“No way, they loved it.”

“Do you hear that?” she asks me and I listen for the noise. All I hear is the television from next-door, then my ears zone in and I think I hear snoring.

“Are they already out?”

We both get up from the table and glance into their room. Sure enough, the little guys are tuckered out. Braxley is snoring, sitting up with half his chicken strips still on the plate. Faye takes his plate, setting it on the cart before she pulls the covers over him and I do the same for Jack. She kisses each of them good night, and I stand stunned, my heart warmed by her affection towards my son.

As I press the power button on the TV, she wheels their cart of half eaten food back into our room. With her hands wrapped around the handle, I hold on to her hips and grind myself against her ass.

She glances over her shoulder at me, and I raise my eyebrows at her. She bites her bottom lip, and I toss her over my shoulder, carrying her into our bedroom. Quietly, she giggles against my back, and I latch the door locking it. Glancing around the room, the bed is so inviting; I can already imagine Faye naked on it.

Setting her feet on the ground, she grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head. My hands cup her tits, yanking them out from beneath her bra and she shivers when I pinch her nipples. The feeling of holding on to her like this, makes me want her even more.

She reaches behind herself and unclasps her bra. I let go of her, and slowly she slides it down her arms.

Then, out of the blue, she drops to her knees. The sight of her kneeling in front of me like this makes me so horny.

“Can I suck you?” she asks, unbuttoning my jeans.

“Fuck yes!” I tell her eagerly.

Then she lets my pants fall to the floor and takes my cock out, stroking me from base to tip. Heat radiates in my balls with every movement of her hand. My eyes are on her lips, wanting her to wrap them around me. She licks them, and I nudge forward, getting distracted by her tits. God, they are perfect. Plump with hard pink nipples. I could fuck them, and as I imagine my cock pressed down on her sternum, she pulls me out of my erotic daydream by taking my shaft all the way into her mouth.

“Oh fuck, baby,” I tell her, and she lets go of my dick, holding her boobs, one in each hand. She bobs fiercely up and down on me; her full lips stretched wide as she takes almost all of me into her mouth, playing with her nipples. Reaching down, I hold on to the back of her head. Pushing her further down around me as I nudge into her.

With her lips pressed down around me, pulling the skin of my shaft with every stroke, she swirls her tongue over the end and a violent orgasm brews inside me. Ready to be free, I go to pull out of her mouth, but she grips my ass and holds me close. I lose my control, my entire body tensing. I let go of her head, giving her free rein to do what she wants.

My cum coats the back of her throat, and she moans, swallowing every bit I give her.

Once I’m finished, I wait for her to stop, but she doesn’t. Finally, I back out of her mouth and yank her to her feet.

“Pants off,” I order her, and she removes them in two swift pulls. Lifting her under her arms, I toss her back on the bed. She lands with her ass just dangling over the edge. Taking her body by the ankles, I run her legs up the front of my body and push my cock inside her.

Her tight, wet pussy swallows me whole. And then I spread her wide. She leans up and observes me fucking her as I grip her ankles. “You like watching me fuck your pussy?”

“Mhhhmmm,” she whimpers, gripping the comforter.

“Touch yourself,” I tell her and her eyes get wide. Fuck, I want to see her rub her own pussy. “Like this,” I say and take her right hand, moving it back and forth over her clit as I stimulate her insides.

“Oh God!” she cries out, and I hold her legs open, slamming into her intensely. With every thrust, I grunt. My eyes scan her whole body, eating up the way her tits bounce from me drilling her, to her own hand pleasing her.

Her noises get louder and louder, and I know she’s close. Then her body arches off the bed, and she tries to close her legs as she rubs herself vigorously.

I hold her in place, loving what we are together—so powerful—an unstoppable hurricane of pleasure.

My balls let loose again, and I shove myself deep inside her, holding still. Able to come just from her pussy muscles flexing tighter and looser around my shaft.

When I’m with Faye like this, the pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before, and as she lies under my control, sweaty and panting, I know I’m falling for her—no—I’ve already fallen for her.