A Romantic Getaway

The days had blurred together since we brought baby Ethan home. Between the quiet hours of baby care, the coming and going of the nannies, and the demanding pace of daily life, I felt like we were barely getting by. Ethan worked tirelessly, always putting in long shifts, and while I loved our son, the exhaustion was becoming overwhelming. I needed a break, and I knew Ethan did too.

One evening, Ethan leaned over and whispered in my ear, "How about we get away for the weekend? Just the two of us. A break from everything, babe. You, me, and no distractions."

I hesitated at first. Our son was still so young, and I wasn’t technically cleared for any sex yet, but the thought of being alone with Ethan—away from the house, the baby, the pressures—was enough to sway me.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice shaky but curious. "You think it’ll be okay with the baby?"

Ethan grinned, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don’t worry about him. We’ve got everything covered. It’s time for us to reconnect. I miss you."

It had been four weeks since our son was born, and the idea of a weekend getaway—just the two of us—was too tempting.

We booked the trip immediately, and when we arrived at the hotel, I was in awe. The suite had a stunning view of the city skyline, and the room was quiet, spacious, and full of soft, luxurious touches. The moment we stepped inside, I felt the weight of the world start to lift.

Ethan didn’t waste any time. He was already undressing me as we stepped through the door, his hands urgent, his lips brushing against my neck.

“We’re going to have a good time tonight, babe,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

I could feel the heat radiating from him, but I hesitated, unsure of what I wanted. My body still felt fragile, sensitive after giving birth, but at the same time, I craved him. I needed him.

He pulled back slightly, his hands still on my hips, and he looked me over with dark, intense eyes. "You look incredible, you know that? Even more beautiful than before." His hands slid up my sides, his fingers grazing the underside of my breasts, his touch making me shiver despite the heat of the room.

I bit my lip, trying to control my body’s reactions, but Ethan wasn’t giving me a chance. "I want you," he whispered, his voice low and commanding. He kissed me again, harder this time, as if he was starving, his hands pulling me closer to him, his body pressing into mine.

Before I knew it, we were on the bed, my body feeling the familiar weight of his on top of me. "You sure you’re ready for this?" he asked, his voice rough with need.

I could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire that had been building between us for weeks. But I was still unsure—unsure of myself, unsure of my body, unsure of the risks.

“I’m ready,” I breathed, my fingers tracing the muscles of his back as I pulled him closer. I needed him.

Ethan grinned, a mix of affection and mischief. "Good," he said softly. But then his expression shifted, and his voice became firmer. "I’m going to push you a little tonight, babe. Just trust me."

I felt a twinge of nervousness, but that only fueled the fire between us. “Push me?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his hands sliding down my body, exploring every curve. “You’re still mine, aren’t you?” His tone was commanding, though gentle in a way that made me want to surrender. “I’m going to take care of you... but tonight, I want to remind you of who you are.”

And just like that, his lips were back on mine, kissing me with renewed intensity. His hands moved with purpose, pushing my legs apart as he lowered himself between them. I gasped as he teased me, his touch sure and controlled, but his body ached for mine. The tension was palpable—like he was determined to show me just how much he wanted me.

He kissed his way down my body, his hands working skillfully to undress me, pulling me into him as I gave myself over to the moment. I felt his hunger in the way he kissed me, in the way his hands gripped my hips, guiding me, making me feel every inch of him.

“Say you want this,” he growled against my skin.

“I want this,” I gasped, my body responding to his every touch, my nerves alive with the electric connection between us.

His hands moved with precision, and soon I felt the familiar pressure of his dick inside my pussy again. It was as if my body was made for this—his movements slow at first, but quickly building in urgency. The tension between us grew as he pushed me further, teasing me with just enough restraint to make me ache for more.

Every stroke was deliberate, a mix of pleasure and a gentle challenge. I could feel the boundaries of my own body shifting as I let go of all the uncertainty. I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

As we moved together, the heat between us built to a fever pitch. Ethan’s touch was overwhelming, relentless in the best way possible. “Tell me what you need,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear, his hands gripping my breasts, making me gasp as I felt the pressure of him against me.

“I need you,” I moaned, my body responding to his every movement, unable to hold back any longer. “I need you to cum in me, baby.”

He kissed me deeply, his hands moving faster, pushing me to the brink of something deeper. “I know you do,” he said with a low growl. “I’m not stopping until you get what you need.”

And then the room seemed to blur, the only thing real was Ethan and the feeling of him filling me, moving against me in a rhythm that felt both wild and tender. The night stretched on, the quiet city humming outside the window, but inside the room, nothing else mattered but us.

We finally collapsed against the pillows, breathless, tangled in each other’s arms, and for a long moment, we just lay there, connected in a way that felt primal, unbreakable.

Ethan kissed my forehead and whispered, “I love you. Don’t ever doubt that.”

“I love you too,” I breathed, feeling his warmth surround me as I closed my eyes, knowing that this moment, this connection, was only the beginning.