The Gift
It may have been the physical exhaustion of sex, the emotional exhaustion from finally being together or just the lulling warmth of the bath, but we both fell into a light doze. It can't have lasted long because the water was still warm when I woke. She murmured something sleepily that I could not catch, and pulled my arms tighter around her. I used my chin to push some of her hair back, and kissed her neck. Feeling mischievous I pushed her hair further over and gave her a love bite on the back of her neck, where ordinarily it would be hidden.
She stirred and came awake, twisting a little to share a kiss, her tongue darting out. She twisted further until she was facing me, still kissing, and then seemed to change her mind and span back round again. She was very still for a few seconds, and then came to a decision. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "I'm ready."
She was blushing, a bloom of red rising from her neck and over her cheeks. She was still looking at me. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. All the fucking and foreplay paled against what she was offering.
She leaned forward and away from me, putting her hands on either side of the taps and let her tits hang down to the water. The twin globes of her butt were presented to me, and her brown eye stared at me expectantly. I licked my lips, afraid I'd make a mess of this. I'd done anal before, but it was a low light of my sexual career, and a brief one at that. Here in a bathtub, in a hotel room, the woman I had yearned for for so long, and who had wanted me as badly was offering her anal cherry.