It was a long day; exploring another state on a weekend getaway. We got to our hotel room, and I immediately stripped and turned on the shower, ready to wash the day away. I hadn’t noticed him walk into the bathroom, but I wasn’t mad when I turned around to my boyfriend pulling his shirt off.
It’s been months since we’ve had a room to ourselves, so the tension was strong. I tried to ignore it, but it’s hard not to notice when your lover is rock-hard. We got into the shower, and he started washing my hair for me. The feeling of being so in love with him makes me crave his body even more. We kept washing ourselves and each other, ignoring what we both ultimately wanted. I turned my back to him and suddenly I felt his hands reach up to my tits.
“I knew you would break first.” I said. Instead of responding, he ducked his head down to leave a hickey on my shoulder. I turned around and brought him down to my level. We made out until the water got cold. I “dropped” my towel when I got out, and bent down right in front of him, which he took as an invitation to slap my ass. While he was distracted drying his hair, I walked out of the bathroom and got on my knees, waiting for him to come out.
I didn’t think he could get more excited, but when he saw me ready to suck him off, he couldn’t contain himself. He grabbed my hair and facefucked me until I gagged. He pulled me up by the grip he had on my hair and pushed me onto the bed, climbing on top of me. He kissed my lips, then my neck, my collarbone, and then left a couple of hickeys on my tits. He kept going down further until he was eating me out. He kept stopping to look at me.
“You’re beautiful, I love you”
That’s all it took to bring me to the brink of orgasm. I moaned out begging him to fuck me, and he gladly obliged. It slipped right in, like our bodies were made for each other. I couldn’t control myself. We were thrusting towards each other. It’s like we had forgotten every other word except for each other’s names. Completely unforgettable. He grabbed the towel he had just used for the shower, ready for what we were both waiting for. I cried out that I was close, and that sent him over the edge. We reached our climax together.
The sex in this relationship is phenomenal, but the way he takes care of me afterwards is the best. He helps clean me up, gets me water, and holds me tight. I can still hear his voice in my head telling me that I’m the sexiest person he’s ever seen. We’re young but this is the one I’m staying with for the rest of my life.