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After coming back from being at the beach all day, my boyfriend and I decided to take benefit of the bath in our villa room. We were at a resort in Mexico, indulging in an intimate, romantic vacation. Since we first got there, I was dying to fill up the tub and have a relaxing soak, since I don’t have a bathtub back home.

I turned on the tap, starting to fill it up, and stripped out of my bikini to get in the shower for a quick rinse. “Join me! Wash off the sand and ocean or I’m not sitting in a tub with you,” I said, teasing my boyfriend.

He wasted no time, pulling off his shorts and stepping into the shower with me. The ‘waterfall’ showerhead was big enough so we could both stand under the spray, as long as we stood close together. He pressed against me from behind as I quickly shampooed my hair.

“Need any help?” he asked playfully, circling his arms around my waist. I leaned back into his chest as the spray of water washed away the shampoo.

“Yes, help me wash off any sand.”

He raked one hand up along my stomach and grasped my left breast, and then the right. “Mmm, no sand here.”

His other hand trailed down from my waist and cupped my pussy, giving it a few gentle squeezes. “Not here either.”

I sighed and leaned back harder, my head lolling against his chest. I could feel the hard length of his dick on my back, slightly above my ass. He canted his hips forward and pressed it against me, continuing to squeeze my breasts and pussy. I was so aroused, from his hands on me while the hot water cascaded over my body. I needed more.

“Let’s get in the tub,” I said, turning around to face him as he let go of me, and flashing a playful smile.

“Okay,” he pulled me in and leaned down to kiss me hard, and grabbed my hand to lead me out of the shower.

I dipped my fingers into the bathtub to test the temperature, and then slowly stepped in. Once I was seated, my boyfriend joined me, sitting on the other end facing me. The tub wasn’t that big, and even though I could sit comfortably with my legs slightly bent, my boyfriend being quite tall was having a bit of a harder time getting comfortable.

“Here, move your legs like this,” I pulled on his legs to arrange them outside of mine, so we were slightly tangled together but he could stretch out more. “There!”

“That’s better,” he said, and then reached his hand under the water between my legs, “Now where were we…”

I gasped when his fingers brushed against my pussy. He started gently petting me, running his fingers along the slit, and began to dip further between my lips to nudge my clit with every stroke. I brought my hands up to grasp my breasts that were peaking out slightly from under the water, squeezing hard and then focusing on pinching and twisting my nipples in rhythm with my boyfriends petting.

With his other hand, he starting caressing my leg, running his hand up my calf and as far down my thigh as he could reach, back and forth. He then grabbed my calf and lifted my leg slightly out of the water and towards him. I was confused, not really knowing what he wanted, but allowed myself to be pulled closer. I closed my eyes and moaned as he continued to stroke my pussy, his fingers now focusing on rubbing my clit, feeling the warm waves of arousal coursing through my body.

With his other hand, the one holding my leg out of the water, he trailed his grip down my calf and settled on my foot. Before I could realize what he was about to do, I felt the warm, wet, soft sensation of his mouth on my first two toes. I gasped. He’s never done this before, and I’ve certainly never been into this sort of thing! But… it felt good.

His fingers moving against my clit did not falter as he sucked my toes into his mouth. The sensation was new, quite ticklish, and… erotic. A moan escaped my lips. “Fuck, baby. Need you.”

He let go of my foot and tried to reach out and pull me forward. The water splashed and spilled over, making us both laugh. “Here, let me,” I said, standing up slightly and turning around. I sat with my back against his chest, straddling his lap with my legs splayed on either side of his, my ass pressing against his pelvis, reverse cowgirl style. “We can try like this?” I suggested.

“Fuck yes,” he groaned, reaching under to grab my ass and lift me slightly with one hand, grasping his dick with the other. I used my strength to hover over his dick, and he started rubbing it against my slit and dipping the head between my lips against my hole.

“Stop teasing me,” I moaned. I needed that big dick inside me right now. All the touching and warm water, those surprising few moments of toe-sucking, made me so aroused, so horny and desperate for a good fucking.

He finally pressed more firmly against my pussy and I lowered my ass down, both of us moaning as he filled me up inch by inch. Once I was fully seated in his lap, I started to grind my hips, feeling the length of his dick deep inside me.

“Feels good?” he asked.

“Mmm, so… so good,” I could barely get the words out.

He let me grind for a few more moments before taking charge. “Hold onto the edges of the tub,” he instructed, and then grabbed my hips, lifting me slightly. He started to thrust upwards in short, fast strokes, as there wasn’t much room between us. I scrambled to grasp the bathtub, each of his thrusts knocking me a bit upwards and forward. His thick, long dick felt amazing sliding in and out of me. I never got used to my boyfriend’s size. It knocks the breath out of me every time he pushes it in.

The water sloshed and spilled over as he thrust into me. His movements started to become more frantic, and indicator that he was close. But the slippery bathtub, the splashing water, and the less-than-ideal position were impeding our ability to really fuck. I felt the rise of orgasm create deep inside me, but then I slipped and lost that delicious angle his dick was hitting. I felt his hips staccato, like he was about to cum, but then he slid forward and lost his rhythm.

Frustrated and horny, he growled and lifted me off him. “Need to fuck you properly.” He pulled me up and helped me step out of the tub with him. “Come,” he said, leading us out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.

He nudged me toward the couch in our room, and then pulled me in tightly for a kiss. He reached down to grab my ass, kneading while I moaned into his mouth. Feeling his hard dick pressed against my stomach while he kissed me was driving me crazy. I gave him a final bite on his bottom lip, and then turned around, leaning over the arm of the couch and arching my back in his direction. “Please, please, please,” I begged, needing to feel him inside me again. I desperately needed to cum.

He grabbed my hips and thrust in, filling me up with one stroke. “Since you asked so nicely,” he teased as I gasped.

Then he began to fuck me with earnest. Long, hard strokes, fucking me over the arm of the couch as I held on. He pulled out almost all the way and then pushed in as deep as he could go, drawing gasps and moans and curses from me. He was touching me all over, alternating between roughly grasping my hips and ass, and gently stroking the arch of my back. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. God, I love your ass.”

I reached down between my spread legs to stimulate my clit. As I softly rubbed the tips of my two fingers back and forth against my sensitive clit, I felt the familiar rise of orgasm create. At the same time, my boyfriend’s strokes became faster and shorter, chasing his orgasm.

“Fuck, fuck!” he groaned, and his hips began to stutter. I felt his dick pulse inside me as he came, and felt the warm spurt of his cum. He languidly thrusted a few more times, riding it out. He pulled out slowly, and I felt his cum drip out a bit.

He spun me around to face him and then dropped to his knees. Nudging my legs aside, he immediately dove into my pussy. He licked between my lips, lapping against my hole that was dripping with his cum. We both moaned.

Then he started focusing on my clit. He spread my lips with one hand to get better access, leisurely licked my clit for a few moments and then pressed his lips against it to slightly suck. The rise of my orgasm started to create again. I grabbed the back of his head, pressing him a bit closer as he sucked my clit. Then he started to flick his tongue against my clit, fast and rhythmically, knowing exactly how to make me cum. I threw my head back and whined, “Oh my god, I’m close.”

He kept up that assault of his tongue on me, until I was writhing against his mouth. My thighs started to shake, a tell-tale sign that I was about to cum. A couple more flicks of his tongue and I was cumming, my orgasm ripping through my body. After all that teasing and edging, I came so hard that it lasted at least a minute. I moaned as a rode it out, my boyfriend’s mouth and tongue still on me, gently licking until I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed away his head and fell to my knees in front of him, my legs feeling like jelly.

He pulled me in and kissed me roughly. I could feel my wetness all over his lips and tongue and beard, and tasting myself made my pussy pulse. We both loved kissing each other after giving head, there’s just something so hot and intimate about it. I sucked his tongue into my mouth and pulled away smiling.

This was one of the many times we fucked on that vacation. We had to make sure to take it easy so that neither of us would get too sore, but my pussy definitely needed some R&R by the end of the week.

Let me know if you’d like to hear more stories from that vacation, some include: balcony sex, getting off in the ocean, and making my boyfriend experience multiple orgasms for the first and only time ever!

NSFW: yes

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