Her face is red from the heat of the hot tub, warm water bubbling over her pale, freckled skin. She smiles at him from the opposite corner, a warm smile that speaks of a deep, passionate love.
He smiles back, their legs interlocking beneath the water, his arms resting on the side of the tub. A half-empty bottle of wine adorns the nearby shelf, along with their bath robes and some towels. Asides that, there's nothing – and nobody – else.
She's been winding him up for hours. From the moment they left the hotel, she'd catch him watching her as she walked, admiring the way her ass swayed on those hips, her long and wavy red hair just long enough to sit above it.
Knowing fine well he was looking, and when it was safe, she'd playfully flick up the back hem of her red summer dress, giving him a glimpse of what he'd have later: her perfect, smooth ass clad in beautifully fitted lace underwear, attached to silky black stockings in suspenders. The black material stops just short of her perky cheeks, and his hungry eyes devour the view every time – until she lets the skirt fall back down and gives him one of her usual, dazzling smiles. He can only smile and sigh in frustration as he adjusts himself.
It's not just him that's been getting wound up though: he knows how to play this game. Throughout the day, eager to get revenge as they wandered Prague's art galleries and quietest bars, he'd occasionally walk a little closer to her. In the more deserted alleys, he'd slide a hand up the back of her thigh as they walked, squeezing the soft curve of her ass and running a finger down between her legs to the moist patch in her underwear. The tiny gasp she'd give was revenge enough.
Now, they sit opposite each other in their private hot tub, saying nothing out loud. He stands and begins to move forward through the water, and as he stands the bulge in his shorts catches her eyes.
"Ah," she bites her lip as she raises a foot against his chest to stop him. "Sit down," she whispers.
Nearing the end of his ability to refrain from bending her over the edge of the tub, he eventually complies and sits back in the water.
She keeps her eyes locked on his and her eyes fill with burning lust as she brings her small hands up to her polka dot bikini and grasps at her small, perky breasts.
Shuddering at her own touch, she feels the heat rising between her legs and grinds her thighs together in anticipation. Tugging on her bikini, she lets her erect nipples out, running her small fingers over them and closing her eyes in ecstasy as she does.
"That's it," his voice is low, growling with desire as he stands in the water and moves towards her again.
"Not yet," she whispers, and raises a hand to stop him again. He stands before her, watching as she runs the palms of her hands over her nipples and then clenches them, arching her back as she does, "I want you as wound up as I can get you, birthday boy."
"You know I prefer doing to watching," he says, and her eyes are drawn again to the huge bulge in his shorts.
"Tough," she finally brings her hands away from her perfect little breasts and kneels in the water, face to face with his bulging shorts, and looks up at him as she grins and says, "it's my treat, so shut up."
At that, she pulls his shorts down around his thighs and lets his throbbing erection spring free. She takes a moment to enjoy the view, fighting the burning urge to take him deep in her mouth.
Grasping her delicate fingers around his shaft gets a deep growl of pleasure from him, and she works her hand softly back and forward over his shaft until he's leaking precum from the tip.
Eagerly, she parts her lips and slides them around the pulsing red tip of his cock. He throws his head back and groans as she flicks her tongue over his helmet, sucking deeply on him as her lips move down the shaft further.
His hands come up behind her head and grab onto her hair, pulling her closer, and his cock fills her mouth. She keeps both of her hands on him, despite the aching in her crotch begging her to run her fingers down between her legs.
Her lips pucker as she sucks him off, and he lets out another moan and thrusts himself into her throat. She knows the signs all to well, before he even tells her:
"You're going to make me cum."
She reacts like a runner to a starting gun, and begins rapidly bobbing her head up and down on his cock, swirling her lips and her tongue around him as she does.
He can't help but let out another moan as his breathing gets faster. Her hand starts pumping his shaft quicker, and she feels him trembling,
"I'm going to -"
He grunts and then his body goes tense. Her mouth and her throat are being coated in hot cum as it explodes from his cock, and she slows and sucks it out of him as he pumps load after load of cum down her throat. She swallows the last drop as she feels his body relax, and gently lifts her lips away.
As he brings his hands to his dizzy head and tries to stop himself from passing out, she reaches behind her for the half bottle of wine and takes a long drink. She puts it back down, her perfect little tits still pushing out from her half-off bikini, and steps forward.
Though he towers above her, she wraps her small arms around his neck and tiptoes in the water. He laces an arm around her back and pulls her close, kissing her deeply and smiling into each other's lips at the taste of the wine.
She shivers at the feeling of his warm chest against her still-erect nipples, and feels the same aching heat in her groin, begging for him still. His erection doesn't seem to have gone down, and he runs his large hands down her back and grasps the ass she's been teasing him with all day.
"Good present?" she whispers into his ear as they part their lips.
