Hot Tub Head.
We had arrived at the cabin the day before. Unpacked our luggage, stocked the fridge, the cupboards. And then you had proceeded to stake your claim on me on every single piece of furniture in the small space.
The couches. The bed. The table. The counter.
All of it.
The passion was unparalleled. The anticipation after having been away from each other for so long. It was an evening that rattled the stars. That imploded the Earth.
Not like the days following would be any different. Oh no. They would follow suite. You would continue to rock my world. To blow my mind with how well you know my body.
Inside and out you know my places. My places that never fail to make me moan, to make me weak. You can elicit whichever reaction you want with just a thrust of your hips. With a flick of your finger. A bite with your teeth.
The glorious madness would continue on December 28th.
I made breakfast for you that morning. Gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before throwing on one of your button ups, and making my way into the kitchen. My hair was up in a messy bun. My hips were swaying to the quiet music playing on my phone. Singing along I made you pancakes.
I hadn’t realized that you were standing behind me. Hadn’t realized that you were watching me work. Watching me make a mess, flour absolutely everywhere.
It was adorable.
I turned to ladle the batter into the sizzling pan, jumping a little as I spot you. My cheeks brightened, turning the sweetest shade of red.
“Babe, you are absolutely the cutest. Thank you.”
My blush deepened at your words.
You grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled me into you. Your lips pressed hard against mine. Your hands wandered underneath the hem, squeezing my ass.
You released me, watching the flame in my eyes flicker in desire. I’m fucking insatiable.
You smacked my ass. Sending me back to my batter. Reluctantly I went. Much rather wanting to continue what you had so selfishly started.
You took in each movement. Graceful. Elegant. You know I’d never see myself as such, but you did. Your eyes wandered from my slender calves, to my soft thighs. Your shirt just barely covering those cheeks that you loved so much.
Your cock started to stir in your pants, as with every lift of my arm, your shirt would rise, exposing a little more skin. A little more ass.
You sighed. Biting your lip as you did your part. Getting out the juice, cutting up the fruit.
It was great. It was the perfect start to our, sure to be, adventurous day.
I sat, tummy full, and watched you get up from the table. Watched curiously as you walked to our room, only to come out with my camera and the tripod you instructed I bring with me.
My heart started to skip beats.
My pussy started to throb.
We had talked about this. I told you the dream I had. And here you were, about to turn it into reality.
Silent and breathless I watched you set everything up. Watched you open the cover to the hot tub, watched you shed your clothes, and watched you slide into the steaming tub.
“Take off my shirt. Get on your knees, and crawl to the tub.”
I could see the switch in your eyes. Your steely gaze watching my every move. Beholding my unveiled body as I unbuttoned your shirt. Slowly. Seductively. I knew how much you loved watching my strip.
On my hands and knees I took steady steps towards you. Crawling up the steps, and into the tub. I glanced at the camera. Green light blinking.
I blushed. Both loving, and hating the fact that I was being recorded.
I lowered myself into the water and pushed myself towards you. I needed no prompting on what to do next. I sucked in a breath, but before I could go down, you grabbed my hair, planted a deep kiss on my trembling lips,
“What a good girl you are…you are going to rewarded heavily my dear. I love you so fucking much.”
“I love you too Sir.”
And with that I slipped under the water. Your hand a gentle, but steady presence on my head. My mouth found your cock, already rock hard.
I smiled to myself and took you in my mouth. I could feel your body shudder as my tongue flicked across your sensitive tip. My hands ever so gently fondling your balls. Passing them along my fingers.
I took you further into my mouth, my lungs starting to burn. My other hand dug into your thigh. My nails scraped along your skin, my brain demanding to come up for air.
I listened. Releasing you from my mouth and surfacing for precious oxygen.
I gulped greedily and dove back down. My mouth needed you inside it. I wanted nothing else than to satisfy you. I consciously raised my ass above the water, in perfect line of the camera, and took you back inside my mouth. I went to fucking work. Flicking, sucking, swallowing you down. My hand moved from your thigh to your shaft. Stroking it deftly. In perfect timing with my lips. I increased the pressure, sucking and sealing.
My lungs signalled to go back up. I ignored it.
I kept pushing. I wanted to taste your cum. And more than just the beading already spilling into my mouth. I needed it all.
You could tell. You can always tell when I’m desperate for it.
I felt your hand on my ass. Felt the sting of my wet skin as you spanked it.
I could feel your body tensing underneath me. Feel your muscles flex. You were getting close.
And I was getting desperate. I needed to breathe. I attempted to come up for the last breath, but you held my head firm underneath the water.
An exhalation left bubbles floating to the surface. I still had some reserve. I could do it.
My body didn’t agree. I have a valiant effort to keep from thrashing. To focus on the task at hand, but I couldn’t control myself.
You pushed my head further onto your cock, pushing you further down my throat until I had no choice but the swallow you down.
I did, my body wildly convulsing.
You were counting the seconds as you felt my throat spasm against your cock.
That’s what did it. That’s what made you release. Stream after stream you came down my throat. My body relaxing long enough to enjoy my first reward.
You pulled me off you and brought me above the water. Coughing. Sputtering. My lungs couldn’t drag in air fast enough.
You held me close to you. Hands rubbing my back, lips kissing my neck.
“Good girl. I love you so much. You did so fucking good.”
You cradled me until my body calmed. Until my breathing returned normal and steady. You turned me around, my back against your chest, and slid your hands down my body, between my legs,
“Now it’s my turn. I hope you weren’t planning on doing the snowshoeing tomorrow…because when I’m through with you, you won’t be able to so much as walk.”
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