She answered the door wrapped in a plush white terrycloth robe, compliments of the hotel they were staying in. The tips of her wet hair were dripping down onto her bare shoulders just beneath the collar of the robe.
He sat down on the bed released his swollen cock and pulled her onto his lap to straddle him. He pushed his hands into the robe over her back and hips finally settling at her waist. She nuzzled her face into his hair and lightly kissed his cheek.
He lowered his head to her breasts, his tongue caressed her nipple. She whimpered in response. “Incredibly sensitive,” he murmured “and here too,” as he wedged his hand between their bodies and touched her in a way that caused her to catch her breath.
She began to rock her hips slowly forward and then back; barely any movement at all, but enough. Each subtle motion coaxed a moan from him. She squeezed his hips between her thighs saying “I can feel all of you.” He gasped and whispered “yes.” Possessively he spread his hands over her hips, his fingers making deep impressions in her skin as he guided each erotic undulation.
He held her tightly to his body, as he stood up embedded deep, as deep as one could go and then he laid her back on the bed, after pushing her robe over her shoulders allowing it to drop to the floor. He removed the rest of his own clothing, their eyes never leaving the other’s and when he re-entered her it was with a need he had not known before.
They teased and passionately kissed each other and her hips responded to his thrusts into the depths of her, he whispered in her ear “be still, don’t move.” He leaned in and kissed her again with a passion clearly defining the need he felt for her. “Don’t hold anything back,” he said. She shook her head yes in response to his request.