It had been a long day in the car. He had driven the entire way and, after nine hours, I knew that he was a little more than just tired. So when we finally reached the hotel, I helped with the luggage while he checked us in and then parked the car. By the time he was back to the room, I had his bag open and most of it put away.
"Why don't you go ahead and shower. It will help revive and relax you and I'll finish putting our things away."
My hands gripped his shoulders and I slowly massaged some of the tension out of them. His head tilted left and right telling me that this was long overdue. I gave his ear a kiss and purred,
"Just don't use up all the hot water, I want to refreshen up for you too."
My tongue extended and I gave a little lick, pressing my body up against his in the process.
He turned and we embraced, his mouth covering mine, and I could feel his excitement against my belly. His tongue so strong in my mouth, I just had to suck it; and I teased him by sucking it like a cock as I knew he enjoyed that. Enjoyed both my sucking his tongue, and his cock.
"Go on...we left so early, and I want to refreshen up..."
Giggling, I push him away and towards the bathroom. His eyes told me that it just might be a very short shower and I smiled in return, giving my own promise of what might be ahead. Our time together less frequent now that he was married; less often, but in some ways more intense than it had been in some time.
Fifteen minutes later, the sound of water running in the bath is still going strong and steam is seeping in under the door. I was about to yell to remind him about the hot water when it finally was shut off. Five more minutes went by before he came out with a toothbrush protruding out of his mouth and a towel wrapped around his waist.
With a smile and a light caress, I slide past him and into the bathroom. Removing my clothes, I turn on the water and gather up my soap and shampoo and razor. Placing them inside the tub, I smile to myself seeing his razor and shaving cream there; knowing that he was thoughtful enough to shave for me as well.
After washing, and shaving, I leave the tub and stand before the mirror. Using a towel to wipe off the fog from it, I carefully moose my hair; using more than normal to make it slick and tight along my scalp. I know he was a little surprised when he saw me this morning, with a new drastic cut that left my hair much shorter than it had been in ages. I'd call it a boy cut but, with my boobs, there's no chance of being mistaken for one. It just was a nice easy style for the summer months more than anything; and I heard that it might help send signals out to like-minded women who liked women. Not that I didn't like men as well, just not always as well.
Opening the bathroom door, I see that he is stretched out on the bed. The covers pulled back, his tan body laid out in a very sexy and, for me, erotic position. On his belly, one leg half drawn up with the other extended back, bringing his ass up just a little as if showing it off to me.
My thoughts turn wicked, thinking, "He does have a nice ass. And with his overall tan, toned body, I'm very pleased he is there for me."
He also appeared asleep. So being quiet as not to wake him, just yet, I go to my bag and remove a few items. On the nightstand I place a bottle before I slip into my little surprise for him. Then, moving up from the foot of the bed, I carefully crawl up and move towards his ass.
Half laying on my side adjacent to his butt, I lean over and lightly run my hands over his ass; slowly exposing his tight little rosebud to view. This starts to wake him and he begins to shift on the bed so I whisper.
"No baby, just stay like this."
And before he can move further, I spread him and lick at his tight, hot asshole.
My tongue thoroughly explores him there, lapping at his puckered flesh and teasing his hole with the tip of my tongue. He lifts up for me, and I shift my body, so I end completely behind him with my fingers digging into his cheeks to keep him open as my tongue plays.
"Oh fuck...that feels good."
I pull my head back to look at him and use a finger tip to check the wetness and tightness of his dark star. Teasing him a little before jamming my tongue back in, finger and tongue working together to make him moan.
He pushes his body forward and a hand under with the intention of stroking his cock. Knowing that, I roll him onto his side and grab at his hand.
"Not yet. I don't want you to touch yourself. Not yet."
I move his arm back up and doing so places me at chest level with him. I lean in, kissing then sucking at his right nipple; another thing I know he enjoys, and I suck and playfully bite at the tiny stiff point that greets me there. A moment later, I'm kissing him; kissing him hard and deep. Making sure he tastes himself, his ass, on my tongue.
