They pulled into a spot in the crowded parking lot, giddy with excitement. Saturday was their favorite day of the week, being that it was their only kid-free evening, but Saturday night in a private room at the local hot springs was a special treat! The rooms weren’t particularly fancy. Basically an eight-foot square with a staircase leading down into the water, but they were entirely private and warm and sensual and the white noise from the water circulating through all the tubs covered their moans.

They made their way inside, paid for their room, and headed down the long hallway to a row of doors leading to the private rooms. She had always had a thing with the water. It didn’t matter if it was a hot tub, public pool, lake, ocean or these exquisite hot springs, swimming made her pussy throb and beg for fulfilment and he was always happy to oblige.

As he stripped and lowered his exotic, toned, mocha-colored body into the water she lit candles and opened the bottle of red wine they’d smuggled in. Pouring them each a disposable cup full, she joined him in the steamy tub. And immediately, he pulled her against his firm body and she wrapped her legs around his waist. She could already feel the head of his semi-hard cock bobbing in the water under her bottom.

She closed her eyes anticipating that first moment of penetration. She had been fantasizing about it all day, squeezing her thighs together as she drove around town completing her errands, imagining the moment when he would breach the gates of her, pushing past her wet, engorged lips, filling and stretching her, thrusting so deep she thought he might somehow displace her womb.

Now here they were at that very moment and as always, he did not disappoint. In the seconds following their initial embrace in the water, he was rock hard. He stared into her eyes with primal passion as he drove into her body. She gasped as he lifted her out of the water with the force of his entrance. Even through the water, he could tell she was slippery wet all on her own. With eyes still closed, she melted from the instant of delicate pain into the satisfaction and fulfilment she had been waiting for.

He was so thick and hard it would be easy to get carried away, she knew he could make her cum in a matter of seconds if he wanted to. But tonight was about relishing the moment. She let go of his neck and let herself lean back into the water, floating with her arms stretched out to her sides, legs wrapped around his waist while he held her hips and deliberately pumped in and out of her silky depth. He leaned down and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth as her breasts bobbed above the water's surface. Sucking, biting, and nibbling each in turn, listening to her moans and gasps, encouraged by the sensation of her sex clenching down on him.

He would increase the tempo of his thrusts, the strength of his kisses, use his fingers to gently rub her clit at the same time he would tickle the little pucker at her backside until she was on the edge and then pull it all back. He would keep his cock still stuffed inside her, moving at an almost indiscernible pace while he offered her a sip of wine, slowly spun her around in the water, let her body calm a moment. Once their breath had decelerated, he would start it all over again.

For forty-five minutes this went on, they touched and rubbed and stimulated every part of each other’s bodies, lost in the luxury of the warm water, the flickering candlelight, and the unfiltered pleasure they each received from the other’s body. Finally, it was all too much; she looked into his eyes, desperation swimming there, begging him wordlessly to give her release. It took a few deep thrusts into her with his thumb firmly pressed against her clit, the angle grinding his thick member against her g-spot before she exploded in a flash of sound and color. Wave after wave of pussy clenching pleasure rolled through her midriff, her body burning from the inside out as she gasped for breath and squirted against his belly with a force he could feel even under the water.

Watching her respond to the earth-shattering orgasms she was experiencing was enough to trigger his own. He throbbed and twitched and growled as he pumped gush after gush of semen deep into her cervix. They remained linked, arms wrapped around each other as they sank into the water, in efforts to recover their strength and normalize their breathing as they both silently wondered how much it would cost to build a mini grotto in their backyard.