Sex before dinner

We were dropped off at a hotel in the middle of our city on Friday evening, and after hugs and kisses and goodbyes, abandoned until our checkout time on Sunday morning. After we checked in and got our stuff to the room, my husband said he wanted to snuggle before dinner, and so we took off our pants, climbed into the enormous bed together and he held me.

We talked and stroked each other, gloriously not having to tend to anyone else or prepare any food or clean anything.

And then we started kissing: long, slow, soft kisses; hard, demanding, possessive kisses. Kisses that made me wet and made him hard. His cock pressed against my arm where it was folded between us.

"Are there any rules about not fucking the girl before dinner?" he asked me, speaking heatedly against my lips.

"Not unless you've made them," I responded when he let me up for air.

"Take off your clothes for me," he said.

I sat up and removed my remaining clothes, but he grabbed me from behind before I even finished pushing them away, his hands cupping my breasts and pulling me tightly against him.

"Are you all naked for me now?" he asked, pinching my nipples firmly.

I nodded, my throat feeling full with passion. "Yes sir," I whispered past the block of emotion and desire.

"I'm going to fuck you now," he whispered into my ear.

His hand came crashing down onto my breast, the smack echoing in my ears as he pulled my legs apart, the fine burning sting warming my entire chest before he moved his hand to my inner thigh, spanking me there too. "Mine, mine, mine," he claimed me, "mine, all weekend, mine."

I melted into him as his cock plunged into me, taking me, claiming me as his while providing such exquisite pleasure for us both.

And that is why I had to bathe before we went to dinner.

A vacation interlude - stream of consciousness

Hotel shower. On my knees with the water running down. Hard to get a grip on the shower floor- knees sliding all the way to the edges. Sucking, sucking, holding on to him to keep myself up, sucking. Water running down his body sometimes going up my nose. Gasping for air, sucking again.

Bed. Bedside lamp on very dim. Face fucking. I begged for it. He stopped me after a time...beat my nipples with a ruler..fingered me. Told me I mustn't like being fucked much because I never asked for it. I asked for it. Several times.

Left me... bereft. "Where are you going?"

"Not far."

Stood up on the floor next to the bed, dragged me over to the edge. I lifted my hips up to him, begged. No purchase for my feet. Hard to lift on the edge..feet wanted to slide off. He teased me for several minutes like that, standing there, teasing me with his hot cock sliding around my wetness. Finally gave it to me after more begging. Scrabbling for purchase got harder as he rested more of his weight on me...hooked my ankles to each other around his back, using his body as my leverage to fuck back into him. Constant stream of moans coming from me.

This spurred words from his lips: "Oh, you like being all open to me like that, huh?" and I lifted my legs into the air...he hooked his arms behind my legs and I eventually put my ankles over his shoulders.

"You..are...such..a...slut." as he thrust into me with each word. He came soon after. He worked me with the dildo... I squirmed, sore. He stopped, got back onto the bed with me..then his thumb inside me while I was on my stomach with my ass in the air and his fingers played with my clit. Glorious. I orgasmed; shuddered in his arms. He held me, wrapped me in his love. We slept.