Eight years ago yesterday, Jack and I had sex for the first time.  We spent the anniversary of that day on a little vacation away from the baby.  I hesitate to say that we are “reconnecting”, as although we know many couples with children who find that parenting requires them to occasionally take time to reconnect or rediscover each other, we really don’t find ourselves in need of such a thing.  We probably have more sex than any of our friends and relatives with children, and although we’re pretty sure that sex won’t always come this easy for us, we’ll always put forth our best effort.

No, we’re not exactly reconnecting in that way.  Instead, we’re enjoying a little one-on-one time, free of all distractions, and remembering what it was like to have sex without having to worry about interruption or intrusion.  We weren’t even planning on having sex non-stop, though that’s mostly what we’ve done so far.

We got to our hotel just before one o’clock in the afternoon, checked in, and brought our bags to our fifth-floor room.  We were both tired.  If you follow us on Twitter you might have realized that we sleep less than the average couple raising a child, and because of this the urge to take a nap was nearly overpowering.

Jack lay down on the king-size bed.  He looked so cozy that I had to lay down beside him.  We cuddled for a few minutes, enjoying the carefree feel that comes with not having to listen for a baby.  I stroked his chest lazily, first through his shirt, and then underneath it.  I loved the way the hairs on his chest felt against my fingers.  We didn’t speak.  There was nothing that needed to be said.

Soon we found ourselves kissing deeply and passionately.  We kiss like this quite a lot, but this time it felt different, somehow even refreshing, knowing that we were alone.  I unbuttoned Jack’s shirt, letting it hang open as I kissed my way down his chest.  I unbuckled his belt, opening his jeans and letting loose a very hard, very needy cock.  As I swallowed it to its base, Jack scrambled to pull his jeans all the way down.

As I fed myself of him, I heard Jack’s breathing speed up.  As a means of reminding him that we were alone, I turned up the sound effects.  I slurped wantonly on his swollen head and moaned hungrily, making no effort to stifle myself.  If anything, I was a little bit theatrical about it.  He began to throb between my lips, his hips rising from the bed to meet my mouth.  Soon, Jack had my hair tangled in his fingers, fucking my throat with abandon.  I could taste pre-cum, and I anticipated my reward.

It took him longer to climax than it usually does, but it was so worth it.  His orgasm was an explosion, his delicious groans building to a crescendo as I felt his fist tighten around my hair and his cum splash the back of my throat.  I swallowed heartily, showing my appreciation with a very genuine “Mmmm!”

While Jack caught his breath, I took off my clothes, then pulled his jeans off.  “You want another?” I asked.  He was still rock-hard.

“It’s your turn,” he said, and took off his shirt.  Who was I to refuse such an offer?  When I got on the bed, Jack positioned himself between my spread legs.  He began to rub his cock against the hood of my engorged clit, then kissed his way down my body just as I had done before him.  While he licked and sucked on my clit, he put three fingers together and slipped them inside.  I felt that familiar pressure on the front wall of my pussy, and gripped the bedsheets tightly.

My orgasm was every bit as eruptive as Jack’s, but he didn’t let me stop at one.  I lost count, though somehow I didn’t lose consciousness.  When I could stand it no longer, I felt the relief of his cock entering me.  We came together, our sexy noises so loud and unrelenting that we were certain someone had heard us, and we suspected they were calling hotel management.  It was a good thing that it was almost three o’clock in the afternoon and not three o’clock in the morning.

Jack still inside me, we lay together for a few minutes after our orgasms had subsided.  Our hearts beat in sync.  Then Jack pulled out and moved next to me, and we listened to the silence.

-Jill