Police sirens suddenly reminded me that my husband and I were on display for anyone in the building just across the way. I released his cock from my mouth and popped up to close the window and blinds.
My breasts bounced as my long legs took those few strides across the room; I thought I saw a light turn off as my silhouette came into view of the window. The thought that someone had seen our antics and maybe was ashamed of being caught watching made my pussy grow wetter. I closed the window and drew the blinds, while my husband clicked the light off. Just us and the sterile, though comfortable, white sheets of the hotel room. He undressed to his boxers. I moved underneath the comforter and let Jeff watch my head bob up and down on him through the white fluff. My mouth made an audible pop as I took a break from working his cock with my mouth to kiss along his lap.
I slipped my head out from underneath the sheets and said, “Can I ride you, Daddy?”
Of course, he grinned like an idiot and nodded, much to my delight. I tossed the comforter and sheets off the bed and swung my left leg across his hips so that I was straddling him. My wet pussy ground lewdly against his length and hit my clit in such a way that made me shudder with each motion, forward and backward.
I raised myself off of my husband’s hips and adjusted myself, reaching back to slip the head of his cock in to me. It felt blissful. I relaxed and took him entirely, with a heavy moan coming from my lips as he bottomed out in me. I loved the feeling of my soft, bare thighs against the cotton of his boxers. I’d have to be careful to clean them in the next load of laundry, I thought as I bounced with more and more vigor on his cock. Leaning forward, our lips met, and I nearly smothered him with my breasts. I gyrated my clit against his pubic bone as he supported me with his hands in mine. I rocked myself to an orgasm as he filled me, hitting my g-spot, while my clit was stimulated with seemingly every motion. Breathless, I collapsed on to his chest as he hugged me.
Jeff only let me rest for a moment, though. He quickly moved his hands along my ass and hips, starting to slam into me harder and harder. I met his fucking by bouncing my ass along with his motions, taking him deeply. I cried out expletives repeatedly in our love making and worked to fucked him harder; I wanted to milk his cock and make him cum with me on top. Between his thrusts and my bounces, we quickly were bringing ourselves closer what would probably end up becoming a simultaneous orgasm. I looked down at him, working my pussy as much as I consciously could up and down his cock.
“Right there,” he moaned, and I happily attempted to repeat my motion as I reached forward to rub myself.
My pussy gripped my husband’s cock as is it pulsed sperm into me. He held my forearms as his faced scrunched. The image of his powerful pleasure took me over the edge as his cock twitched against my g-spot. I folded over forward, moaning, for a few moments before I had to relax off of his softening cock. I laid onto my side, facing him, and nestling into his chest. We both sighted contentedly, and breathed “I love you” — a powerful end to an incredible night. It’d been so long since we’d fucked like that and I attributed it to how much pent up energy we’d created that night, but little did I know, his enthusiastic fucking was due to another reason, at least in part.