It's interesting how sometimes you just know certain things. He makes me feel like a fortune teller at times. A look across a dinner table, or a moment of locking eyes with a smile walking down the street, or in this case, looking up seeing him with laughter in his eyes standing in the middle of a river as I lay on the banks watching and writing this. You just know something really great is about to happen as soon as you have a moment to sneak away alone.

I wonder how it will go today. I wonder if I'm an absolute indisputable, irrefutable, lost cause, hopelessly romantic pervert! It doesn't help that I'm watching him flip his long wet hair out of his face as I write this, while the sounds of water cascading over rocks down a beautiful deep green river echo in my ears. How is a women supposed to ignore the romance book cover quality of this moment untouched? The answer is I simply can't. So I'll just lay here feeling more and more wet reminiscing about him and coconut oil and praying for a repeat of the other night...

The door to our room at the rental has an atrocious loud squeak, followed by a deep groan, then some more little quick squeaks, ending on a drawn out creak before the click signaling we are alone. Well, almost alone. There's always the other renters in and out of the shared house. This makes love making quite the thrilling and sneaky event.

As the door clicked shut I felt his hand softly yet firmly grasp my hip. I let out a quiet giggle before turning half way to look back at him. His sweet brown eyes were squinting with a knowing smile. I looked up and down his face admiring him. From the tiny sweet mole beneath the left side of his full bottom lip, to the slight curve of his nose, up to his deep kind brown eyes, and back down to his soft tickling beard. He looked so sweet and gentle, my heart caught in my throat and I let out a small sigh before leaning forward feeling his hand relax allowing his arm to move, encircling my waist, pulling me closer for a kiss. I melted into him pushing my pelvis forward grinding against him. He responded with a deep groan, and pushed back against me before slowly sliding his hand up to my breast and then down to my ass before quickly spinning me around and pushing me back onto the bed in our small room. I landed on my belly laughing again, but suddenly thought about what was waiting for me as I heard him taking down his pants. It was my turn to groan when he pushed my legs apart pulling up my cotton sun dress and taking my panties down. I stepped out of them, dropping them to the floor. I pulled my legs up beneath me on the bed, arching my back and lifting my ass as high as I could. I wanted no confusion about my invite for him to come inside me.

I felt my pussy clenching as his hands squeezed and rubbed my ass covering me with coconut oil. I buried my head into the mattress reminding myself we weren't alone silencing my screams as his tongue licked me up and down, pausing at my clit and asshole to circle and massage me. He continued on for what felt like hours bringing me to climax multiple times with his tongue before opening me up with the head of his hard cock. I had to concentrate to slow my breathing, and clenched my eyes shut putting all of my energy into feeling every slow and deliberate movement he made while entering me. First just his head bobbing in a slow rhythm, then half way in still teasing. I pushed back begging him to go deeper, but he held back not allowing me to push him deep inside. I felt a drip of coconut oil fall onto my asshole running down onto his dick. Between my own wetness and the oil it was becoming torture that he was holding back from ramming his cock deep into me. Just when my hands were pulling at the sheets in frustration I felt his finger slip into my ass and he began fucking me. I turned my head to the side and whispered "yes fuck me!" He did.

He brought me to orgasm 3 times before flipping me over and climbing onto the bed. Looking into his eyes and down to his throbbing cock I wanted to taste us. So I lifted myself up and took him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue up and down him as I filled myself with him. I couldn't get enough. I pushed him further into my mouth relaxing to take him down my throat. The pleasure I felt hearing him moan in ecstasy was worth every tear that ran down my face from almost gagging on him. It made me feel deliciously filthy. I began rubbing my clit with him in my mouth continuing to writhe in the deliciously filthy feeling.

Finally I couldn't take him not being inside me anymore and climbed on top straddling his cock. Slipping in him deep inside me I leaned forward to kiss him before lifting up to tease him, popping my ass with the tip of him bouncing in and out reopening me quickly massaging the head of his dick. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and his brow furrowed as he concentrated on not losing control. I felt so dirty watching him below me with my breasts bouncing in his face and loving the kinkiness of it. His hands dipping back into the coconut oil jar to cover my breast and belly. Slipping and sliding, massaging me all over.

I whispered down at him "I want you to cum in my ass baby." I felt his cock get even harder inside me before he turned me around. He kissed my neck hugging me while I leaned back against him, rocking back and forth slowly feel my oiled ass sliding back and forth against him. He dipped his hands into the oil again and brought them around to cup my breast. I sighed closing my eyes again to feel every tiny sensation as he began massaging my breasts and caressing me down to my clit. He carefully worked my flesh bringing me to a place of complete calm and relaxation. His left hand slid up to curl around my waste and his right hand slid up to massage my shoulder before gently pushing me forward to my hand and knees. The left hand helped by squeezing tighter and pulling my hip upwards until I was in position ready for him to slide into my ass.

He began slowly by taking the head of his cock and running it up and down my ass before gently pushing into my asshole. Bobbing in and out as I moaned and took deep hushed breaths waiting for the final push that would open me to him. After so many orgasms I was putty in his hands. When he felt me totally relaxed he opened me with a soft "oh God" escaping his lips. I gasped at the sensation and moaned "cum inside me please, fill me up." He whispered, "I will, but I'm going to fuck you first." He immediately began pounding into me. He slapped my ass and grabbed hold of my hair. Pulling back firmly he plowed into me, reaching around he rubbed my clit. I gritted my teeth and began to cum hard, pleading with him to fuck me harder. I know he could feel my asshole tighten as the waves of orgasm spread through me over and over again. He fucked me harder smearing the oil across my skin and told me he was ready to fill me. He fucked me harder still, and then I felt his body shaking and his rhythm became irregular as he spilled his cum inside my ass. He fell on top of me, both of us breathless and shaking holding each other tight. Oily and sweating we held on until our breathing had calmed down. He stayed in me for a while before slipping out. I pouted and said "ahhhh no! Stay!" He laughed at me and squeezed me tight before smacking my ass again to say "let's go clean up!"

So, what I'm saying is that in just a glance across a table I could see all of this would happen. It's always different, of course, and maybe I don't know exactly how it will pan out, but I do know that I will be thoroughly loved and fucked when he gives me that look from his big brown eyes. Almost time to leave the river, I'm sure it's about to get interesting judging by the look he gave coming out of the water.

(Photos from the Belize vacation)