They collected their clothes off the floor. Well, collected their clothes and folded them up, leaving them on the surface of the dresser. She looked up into the mirror at her reflection and had to smile. Her mahogany hair was disheveled and the light bronze lipstick she'd been wearing was smeared halfway onto her cheek. Her breasts were out over the pushed down cups of her bra and her underwear were very obviously wet. She was just starting to adjust the clothing back when Edward walked up behind her, pressing himself against her. His arms snaked between hers and slid up her stomach, his hands cupping her tits.

"That was the most incredible...," he started, leaning down to finish his sentence by nibbling on Beth's shoulder.

She quirked an eyebrow at him and responded, "That's just because you're young and you haven't been with many women yet. Give it time...you'll find someone much more incredible."

Edward looked back up into the mirror, gazing at their reflections.

"Stop," he told her, leaning his cheek against hers. "There'll be none of this 'I'm too old' shit. I invited you to spend the holiday with me because I want you here," he told her, a serious look on his young face. "Therefore, I want you here." Then he gave her mirror image an impish grin and jerked his head back toward the sitting area of the suite. "And I want you there and over there...and over there, too," he replied, motioning toward the bed and the bathroom. This made Beth laugh a little and she leaned back into his embrace, trailing one finger along his arms lightly until goosebumps rose on his flesh.

"Well, speaking of over there, I think I'll go jump in a shower and change into something more comfortable until dinner." She slithered out of his arms and grabbed her bag, carrying it over to one of the baggage racks. After unzipping it, she grabbed out a loose earth-tone tie-dyed caftan made from flowing cotton and a make-up bag, which she carried with her into the bathroom.

"But...but...," Edward started, whimpering for show as he grabbed his own bag, dragging it over to the other baggage rack. He reached in to pull out a pair of flannel lounging pants and then followed her into the bathroom. When he got there, his boyish pouting lips spread instead into a smile to see Beth staring slack-jawed at the room she'd walked into so cavalier.





"This is bigger than the bedroom in my apartment." Beth's voice was deadpan when she said that, her cinnamon-colored eyes wide with shock and surprise. And awe. There was definite awe there because the bathroom was indeed larger than most bathrooms had any right to be. There was a separate shower stall in one corner while a spacious bathtub sat in the other. She'd been in enough hotel rooms where there was a vanity table, but this one actually had a chair to sit at while the counter spanned one whole wall with a sink near the end leaving plenty of room for anything else.

"It's a lot bigger in person than what was on the brochures I saw," Edward told her, dropping his pants onto the vanity counter. He stared into that mirror and made a funny face at himself, trying to get Beth to laugh. She just kept staring even as she set her make up bag and clothes onto the counter.

"It's a religious experience," she said. Edward moved over to her, teasing her left nipple through the satin of her bra.

"I can make you see God," he told her with a grin, waggling his eyebrows. This brought her out of her reverie and she just grinned at him. She slapped his arm playfully.

"Behave," she replied and turned away from him. She undressed the rest of the way, feeling a moment of shyness that he would see her totally naked for the first time. Of course, they'd already fucked, and she chided herself for her prudery as she dropped her soaked panties onto counter next to the bra. She wouldn't wear those again this trip. She walked by Edward, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body, and he almost reached out and grabbed her. He was already getting hard again, but he knew that they had several days to keep things hot and heavy. The young man did want to savor this get-together as much as he could because after the vacation was up, there was no telling how soon they'd be able to see each other again.

He watched her walk across the room, expecting her to open the door to the shower and step in. Instead, she bypassed that and sauntered over to the bathtub. When she leaned over to turn on the hot water and then the cold, Edward grew even harder and almost impulsively took her right there and then. Bent over the tub, testing the water languidly with her hand, Beth seemed to have no idea how much her stance was affecting her young beau. The 19-year-old had to lean back against the vanity, steadying himself when his knees felt weak, gripping the counter. He was near to salivating at the sight of her parting thighs, ass and lips spreading as she bent a little farther over to pick up three of the complementary bath beads. She dropped these into the overly warm water and watched as they burst from the heat, swirling around the aromatic oil into the bathwater. Edward paid particular attention to the fact that she glistened with their shared wetness that glided from her slowly down her thighs and the sight of that turned him on all the faster.

It was then that she stood up fully and walked back over to her bag. Beth pulled out her brush and pulled out the band that was holding it back, dropping it into the bag. She brushed her hair and deftly pulled it up into a loose bun, wanting it off her neck while she bathed. Leaving the brush behind, she started back across the room, acutely aware that she was being watched by two predatory green eyes.

"Are you going to join me or just stare?" she asked, turning to give Edward a come-hither smile as she stepped gracefully into the large bathtub. It didn't take convincing to have him move across the room in less than five steps, and while she was lowering herself into the water, he was climbing in himself. He reached over, shut off the water for them, and sank down in just as Beth was getting comfortable.

The bath experience on its own was near orgasmic, Edward thought, and he'd always figured that that idea was mostly a female thing. Of course, since meeting Beth online, he'd learned that it was better to drop the gender stereotyping altogether. She was nothing like any female he'd ever met before, nor did she act like most men he'd known either. She was an enigmatic cross between the two genders and being older than him gave her a wisdom that seemed almost ethereal sometimes. He couldn't read her but she didn't try to be unreadable. Merely, she was unpredictable, and he liked that.

"Oh this is nice," Beth moaned, leaning her head back against the wide rim of the tub. It was one of those "garden" tubs with the faucet on the side so that neither side had to dodge it. It also had a wide flow of water like a waterfall. She'd dreamed of having one of these for her own and just hadn't found the right place yet with one. The steam from the water was rising around them, opening their pours and saturating them with the scent of sandalwood.

The hot water had done nothing to dampen Edward's erection and if anything, leaning back against the side of the tub, watching Beth, was getting him even harder. If it kept up, he figured he'd be able to drill a hole right through the porcelain of the tub. He rested one arm on the rim and let his other one fall under the water, his hand seeking to assuage his hard-on, assuming that it might be a while before Beth was ready to jump his bones. He couldn't have been more wrong, however.

When she finally opened her eyes and looked up at Edward across from her, she noticed the lustful look in his eyes, his lips slightly parted, tongue sliding across them. She noticed his left shoulder moving, her gaze trailing downward to see his hand moving slowly along his cock under the water. The sight of this brought roses to her cheeks, the heat and desire coloring her skin. She watched him for a moment and noticed that his tempo seemed to quicken when he realized that she was looking. Her eyes trailed back up to his and there was a pleading look in them as if he hoped that his eyes could convey the words that his heavy breathing wouldn't allow him to get out. Beth hadn't been as sexually active as she had when she was his age, but her reactions didn't show it. She was wet immediately and she wondered how long she should tease him.

Not very long, she decided. Rising to her knees, she moved across the tub slowly. Edward's legs were parted because before, her legs had been together and this made it easier for them to sit across from each other. But now, Beth slid her hands along his calves, up to his knees, pushing them together under the water and moving her thighs on either side of his. She was still down near his feet and Edward strained one toe upward to meet her cunt in the water. He felt her immediately open to the pressure, a different sort of moisture gliding down around him; he wiggled his toe over her slit and he was surprised to see her stop, immobile, and grind down onto his foot, her lips swallowing his big toe entirely. His second toe teased her clit and Beth moaned, a deep guttural sound that made him look up at her face, green eyes watching as her body arched toward him, breasts pushing out toward him, nipples erect. Her head fell back, mouth open and still moaning as she masturbated herself on his toe.

Finally, she became aware of herself again, and Beth looked at Edward. There was a different fire in her eyes and he could only guess after their long cyber sessions what she would do now. There was something very impersonal about having sex through the computer for all the obvious reasons. His imagination had become very active and vivid when he read the words that Beth typed to him night after night before they'd both retire their separate beds in different states. He could only guess at the sounds she'd make, the feel of her flesh against his, the touch of her skin. But now...now he knew. Everything that he'd only dreamed of was coming to life and he was the receiver of the fantasies that they weaved together through words and spelled out emotions. He watched, stunned by the hunger in her eyes, as she moved even closer until she was straddling his lap. She grabbed his wrists tightly in her small hands and he was taken by the strength in her grip. His cock jutted upwards, the head surfacing just above the line of the water and Beth regarded it with an arched eyebrow, showing interest.

"Mmm...looks like you have something for me, Edward," she said, the tone of her voice dropping to a sultry key, causing his erection to twitch in response as if she commanded it just by speaking. He could only nod to her.

"All yours, babe," he told her after he found his voice again. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to reach down and feel her cunt with his seeking fingers, but she still held his wrists.

Beth moved herself forward again, releasing one wrist and letting her hand disappear into the water. Edward was tempted to ask where it went when his thoughts were answered by the fingers that wrapped around his length, squeezing. He gasped and bit down on his bottom lip when she felt her guide him into her depth, his head pushing eagerly through the first folds of her inner walls. Once she'd made the start of it, she returned her hand to her original place, fingers gripping his wrist, slowly dropping herself onto him, eliciting a loud moan. It was then that she released his wrists, now using her free hands to massage his chest, sliding fingers over his stomach up to his chest, thumbs circling his nipples teasingly, making him jump and thrust up into her.

"Oh God!" he exclaimed when she pinched both his nipples between her fingers and thumbs and then went back to gently spiraling around them. His own hands came up to grasp her breasts, mirroring her hands with his own. She began to ride him now, gently at first so as not to push the water out of the tub and onto the floor. The more he squeezed her tits, fingering her nipples, the further she arched them into his hands, begging him with her whimpers and moans to give all his tactile attention to those mounds of flesh. He leaned up then, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking on it, flicking his tongue over it until it was extremely hard and throbbing almost painfully. She cried out, riding him harder, sliding him in and out of her cunt that was growing wetter and wetter by the second. He slid another hand down her stomach, toying with her curves until his fingers tangled in the thatch of curls below her waist. She fucked him harder then, faster, and his thumb pressed against her clit, the span of his other fingers resting on her stomach near her bellybutton. As she pulled up and down his shaft, she rubbed against his thumb, sending shockwaves throughout her body and she pressed her breasts against his mouth, lips and tongue alternating between both nipples now. After a few times toying with each one, Edward's mouth latched onto the fleshy bit of breast on the inside near her left nipple. He bit town, pulling a gasp out of her before he began to suck on her skin between his teeth. He wanted to mark her; he wanted to leave a bruise so that when he looked at her breasts the rest of the trip, he could remember that he did that and she could remember that he did that and that for this vacation, she was his. She would mark him, too, that much he knew. Before this was over, he suspected that they would both bare the marks of primal ownership and what turned him on more than knowing the first marks would be his was knowing that he wanted to belong to her as much as she did to him.

Edward moved his face back and Beth took the cue to lean down and capture his mouth with hers. She sucked on his bottom lip, pressing him with her tongue until he parted his lips to allow entry. She kept circling her hips, thrusting herself on him, flooding him with her own warmth. He still pressed his thumb against her clit as she rode him, moving his other hand over to the pile of bath beads to grab one. He pressed it until it burst in his fingers, the oil inside running all down his fingers; he used his thumb to rub the oil all over before moving his hand back into the water. He leaned forward again, pressing his chest against Beth's to give him the arm's length to glide his hand over her ass. Once more, he thrust his finger into her tighter hole, moving it and spreading her until he made room for a second finger, pushing them in and out. All the while, she slid up and down his cock, her lips grasping at him and tightening down on him. She moaned around his lips, sucking at his tongue and he pulled hers into his mouth, grazing his teeth across it. She pressed herself back against his fingers, having an interesting time concentrating on them and the spear shoved inside her.

A few seconds later, she decided to make a change. Beth moved in a way that moved his fingers out of her. Edward looked up at her, not wanting to stop and worried that she wasn't enjoying what he was doing. Before he could open his mouth to protest, she turned around, the feeling of it around his length causing him to buck up almost out of the water, crying out. His arms came out of the tub, fingers grasping the sides and baring down with the sensation. What the hell was she doing? She was facing away from him now, but he was still buried deep inside her. She slid her hands down his thighs to his calves, down lower until she grasped his ankles. The sight of her cheeks beneath the water made his cock jerk inside her and he knew that later, not now, but later during this time together, he wanted to feel himself inside her ass if she'd let him. It was something they'd talked about, hinted at as a possibility, but was something that was negotiable. She leaned over, beginning her thrusts on his cock again and the angle of it was new and strange; Edward moaned deep and loud, sweat forming on his brow as he tried to keep himself from coming right then and there. He wasn't ready for it to be over yet and he took the hint with her backside to him to continue what he'd been doing. His fingers were still slippery from the bath bead oil, so he slid his fingers into her ass again, parting them to widen her. He found he could thrust into her better this way and while she rode him faster and harder, he finger-fucked her ass just as hard and fast. Their rhythm found a place to match each other step for step and he felt her flooding him, mingling with the hot bath water that was slowly starting to cool down.

This went on for only a few minutes longer and while Beth was crying out from another orgasm, Edward was finally driven over the edge with all the sensation. He twitched inside her once more but this time enough that between what she was doing and the high-pitched level of his excitement, he poured into her for what seemed to be an unending amount of time. Edward brought his other hand up to his mouth, biting down on the fleshy bit between thumb and index finger, muffling his scream against his hand. Beth hand no such control, crying out over and over again until she was totally spent. She felt him shudder beneath her, his cock and his fingers remaining inside her until she moved to dismount.

Keeping her back to him, she pushed his legs apart again so that she could sit between them. Beth leaned back against him, nestling into the arms that circled her waist. Edward held her against him and she could feel the steady pounding of his heart against her back. He planted kisses on the back of her neck, waiting for the trembling in his body to calm down before he proposed that they finish their bath and head back into the bedroom. At this rate, he thought they might be sitting here for a while.