We had another day together before this, much to my delight where we shared some other firsts. We returned to the hotel and went to the room. Started stripping of course and took our standard routine of kissing, fucking and having short breaks. Even with this routine, it's all new yet familiar and it remains exciting. I brought a bottle of liqueur and we enjoyed that together in between everything else. With him being responsible and me being very trusting of him, we went bare before in one of our morning meetings just to feel. He said he wouldn't do that again as it is irresponsible, and we somewhat agreed. Me-being-me, liking everything we do, I want to feel him inside me again without a barrier and we, being lost in the moment go bare for a bit, well more than a bit but still responsible. I also brought some lube along and before we lost our nerve, we went for it and tried anal. The feeling when doing anal is something else entirely, the pressure building with being filled is enough to make a person lose all sense of control. Scarves also made their way into the room and this time, I tied him up and had my merry little way. It felt like the day ended way to soon and that is where we will leave the second day experience.

There were very little contact between these two meetings which was excruciatingly long and for a moment I thought that the day was our last one and accepted it as such. We have both been beyond busy with work and have had little time to chat much less meet. His break is also very fast approaching.

He messaged one morning.

He says he has an idea and that we should be risky and meet, I jump at the opportunity to see him because I know he will give me what I so desperately crave, and he will do it well. So off we go to the trusted guesthouse where he arrives just before me and just before twelve.

I met him in the room, and we kiss, just a quick one because we need to get undressed and that is what we do. We strip, he comes closer, kisses me, and moves me into position on the bed. While half balancing above me he simply kisses me with his length pressing against my leg. I like this, and we tell each other how much we have missed this. The condom comes next, and my body welcomes him. I can't get over the feeling of him and his smooth skin, with little beads of sweat forming. Feeling his hands cup my face at times, his mouth at my ear and in my neck and my legs wrapped around his waist keeping him as close to me as possible, preventing him from pulling out completely.

We change it up and I end up on top, slowly teasing and rubbing him against my core before he changes the condom. He slides inside me, and I keep still for a moment before we start to move while still pressing our bodies tightly against each other with kisses urging each other on and we match our pace.

In the room, locked away from the world with bodies intertwined, everything outside disappears and there is no better feeling than this. Knowing we are both using each other for passion, intimacy and sex, and knowing we are both willing. He notices my mind wondering and asks what I'm thinking about. In this moment where we can say what we want to, I am bold and I respond that I want him to fuck me and make me his to which he answers that I already am. Our breathing and voices mixed with the moans of pure pleasure and the amazing pace is enough to make me cum repeatedly and I am enveloped within his arms in an alternate realm of utter bliss.

Somewhere we notice that the alarm has not gone off and we see that we went way over time. We are certainly not finished yet and he gets back on top, fucking me relentlessly and I welcome it, oh how I welcome it, how my body welcomes him every single time matching him with every thrust.

We manage to part from each other and start cleaning up. He is already half dressed and I stand in front of him, sliding my hands underneath his shirt. My hands won't stay there, and they travel to his hard cock until he sets himself free and I take him in my mouth. Oh, the sounds he makes give me motivation to continue and it seems like he enjoys it as much as I do. I stop sucking him and start to dress when the conversation leads to me mentioning that he wouldn't go again as we already went way over time, he graciously accepted the challenge and proved me wrong. In an instant I am still half dressed, and he is naked above me fucking me hard, making sure that I am his in this room, and in this moment which is quite possibly our last.