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The resort is amazing. Zambia is a gorgeous country. I was shocked when I realized Aryan booked the honeymoon house, but he quickly let me know he had only booked it because it’s the best house at the resort.Of course.I thought, but I pushed those thoughts aside. We are here to enjoy each other and relax. Aryan and I had to rush washing up with lukewarm water once we realized the plane landed. We hastily dressed and made it out of the cabin with no time to spare, seeing as the flight crew was opening the door for us to disembark. I was several shades of red when the flight attendant gave me a knowing smile. Our car took us to the resort, where I walked into the most beautiful house I have ever seen. Two stories, living room, dining room, kitchen, and a bedroom upstairs with a wraparound balcony and a rooftop seating area. I ran around like a little kid while the bellman brought in our luggage. I unpacked my luggage, putting my stuff in their proper spots, and by then, our private chef had prepared us a light meal. The next thing I knew, I was waking up the next day. Jetlag is a bitch.
“D, are you ready?” Aryan calls from downstairs. I take one final look in the mirror and head downstairs.
“Do you have a gun on you?” I ask as I walk into his arms.
“D baby, we’ll be fine. I am sure the animals killing tourists would put a real damper on tourism,” he says, laughing at me.
“Okay, right, but do you have a gun?” I ask again because if we are going on safari with lions and tigers and bears, I want to ensure I don’t become an afternoon snack. I don’t care what has or hasn’t happened to other tourists, I care about us.
I listen to the laughter rumble in his chest before he says, “Yes, I always have a gun,” he assures me.
“Okay then, I am ready to go,’ I say, letting him take my hand and lead me out of the house. We load up in the jeep and head out to the park for a safari.
“We can go on a walking tour if you like. I can show you how to track animals and identify birds and insects,” Jowidah, our tour guide, offers.
“Oh no, I’m good right here in this jeep,’ I immediately put that foolishness out of everyone's head. Walk!? And what if one of these animals begins to run? I can’t outwalk or outrun any of these killers, but I can damn sure out-drive one. “Stop laughing at me!” I tell Aryan.
“Sorry baby,” he says, but he doesn’t sound sorry. I gasp as a zeal of zebra’s cross in front of the jeep. Jowidah told me that although it can be described as a herd, it is more commonly called a dazzle or zeal of zebras. I sit amazed.Look at me, momma. I’m a long way from Mobile.I think as we drive a little deeper into the park. After my mother's death, she couldn’t rest in peace for watching over me and keeping me safe despite my trying to destroy it.
“Look, D, lions,” Aryan whispers. I follow the direction he is looking in to see a pride of lions. It has to be the most majestic thing I have ever seen. The rest of the afternoon was just as entertaining. I saw animals I never in a million years would have thought I’d get the chance to see. The entire time, I facilitated between being fascinated and terrified, and I enjoyed every second of it.
“Where are we going?” I ask, curious when I realize we are not going back in the direction of the hotel, and there is another Jeep for Jowidah, leaving Aryan to drive.
“There is something I want you to see,” he says, driving to parts unknown. The sun has gone down, which was a stunning sight in and of itself, but I am a little worried about being in the middle of nowhere in Africa with wild animals in the dark. My internal monologue comes to a screeching stop when I hear water and realize we’re at Victoria Falls.
“Is that? Oh my god, is that a rainbow?” I say in awe at this amazing sight.
“I knew you’d love this,” he says and parks close enough for us to see the rainbow. I can practically feel the spray of water from the falls. “It’s called a lunar rainbow. Jowidah told me that we’d be able to see it tonight.” He unbuckles his belt, climbing to the back seat to produce a picnic basket, blanket, and a cooler.
“Oh, my goodness, Aryan, you planned all this out? A lunar rainbow and picnic? I don’t even know what to say,”
“Don’t say anything, just climb back here so we can enjoy this together,” he says as he finishes setting stuff up. I scramble over the seat to enjoy everything he planned out. He has nshima, relish, stew, and vegetables. There are no utensils since the food is meant to be eaten with your hand, preferably the right hand, so that is how we eat.
“Open,” he commands in that voice that sends my hormones into overdrive. I lock eyes with him as I obey him, opening my mouth to accept the food that he feeds me. I close my eyes as my lips close on his fingers, ensuring I capture every morsel of food he’s feeding me. We both moan, me from the flavors and him from the sensation of me sucking on his fingers.
“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish,” he warns.
“Who said I wasn’t willing to finish?” I ask sassily. Before the words were out of my mouth completely, he was pulling across the jeep onto his lap. Damn, why did I wear these jeans? Oh, right, lions and tigers and bears. If I needed to fight for my life, I didn’t want to do it in a dress. Besides, jeans and hiking boots just seemed practical. He cups the back of my head and kisses me; the man has made an art form out of kissing. The way he kisses, licks, and sucks has me dry-humping him like a teenager in the back seat of my mother's car.
“Stop teasing me,” I beg when his hands grip my hips, halting my movements seconds before I was going to cum.
“When you cum, I want to be deep inside of you feeling your cum coat my dick and balls,” I feel his hands on my hiking boots, pulling the zipper down on the side of both boots.
Without him asking, I stand to my feet, kicking the boots off of my feet. Once I have them off, I begin working on my jeans and panties. Our undressing has no finesse. As I get undressed, Aryan is on the floor of the Jeep, also getting out of his clothes. He pulls off his jeans and boxer briefs, making me pause when his dick springs free and slaps his hard abs. My mouth waters when I notice the precum beading on the head. I want to feel him in my mouth, sliding across my tongue and slipping down my throat. I love sucking his dick, love the power I wield over him when I have him in my mouth, knowing I am the one curling his toes and making him beg. I jump from the slap he lands on the side of my ass. I was so caught up in the fantasy of giving him a blow job I completely missed him moving until I felt the sting of his hit.
“Not tonight, Brooklyn, now bring me that sweet pussy,” he says while stroking his dick. His eyes follow mine intently, making me drip in anticipation. Hastily, I finish kicking my jeans off and stand in front of him, one foot on either side. My knees buckle when he abruptly sucks one of my pussy lips in his mouth. I bury my hands in his hair, needing something to anchor me, especially when he sucks my clit in his mouth. Dragging my nails across his scalp, I grip his hair tighter as the orgasm comes so fast I barely have time to brace myself. I look like I’m being electrocuted as I lean back and let out a scream that lets every animal for miles around know where we are. He catches my body, using my hips to guide me down his cock while my body is still reeling from the sensations coursing through my body. My head drops to his shoulder as he uses me like a sex toy, lifting me and dropping me back down as he drives up from below. He releases one of my hips to pull my shirt up over my head and snatch my bra down, immediately sucking my nipple into his mouth. My body is overloaded, and I know this orgasm will take me out. He tilts my hips putting my clit in direct contact with him, and by the third thrust, I’m cumming.
“That’s it, squirt this juicy pussy all over me,” he grunts, holding me down on him as he cums, bathing me in his cum. We hold each other, breathing hard and struggling to catch our breath. “I couldn’t imagine being here and doing this with anyone but you.” I hear him whisper before I fall asleep in his arms.
Aryan
Lifting Brooklyn off of me, I lay her down on the blanket and cover her with her blanket before I throw my jeans and boots back on to drive us back to the hotel. I wish things could be different for us. I meant what I said to her. I couldn’t imagine her doing any of this with anyone but her. Even before I met her, I never did for any of the women I fucked what I do for Brooklyn. Every other woman knew the deal before anything happened between us, and I never brought a woman into the compound; it was always at a hotel. And I did buy things for them, even gave them money, but that was as far as it went. None of them were around my family, went on family vacations. Hell, most of them didn’t even know where I lived, but with Brooklyn, I didn’t hesitate or mind doing all of those things with and for her. I thought she would see how much that meant she means to me, but maybe it’s time for her and me to have another talk. It had been several years before we took our relationship out of a professional and into a personal one.
I smile to myself as I carefully drive us, thinking back to the first night Brook and I decided to take our relationship to the next level. We had already grown close as we worked together taking care of Joseph, the late-night talks, playing board games together, and reviewing Joseph’s care and treatments.
The attraction was strong and immediate but unspoken, and we decided that as long as she was my brother's caretaker, things would remain professional. But that night, it was time. Things were getting to the good part when all hell broke loose. Someone knocked on my door like they were trying to break it down. Come to find out, Carla was in labor, and they needed me to come to deliver the babies since she wasn’t going to make it to the hospital and the ambulance wouldn’t make it here in time. Before I could move, Brooklyn grabbed my t-shirt, threw it on, and was in motion before I could even get out of the door.
