Quickie in the room

"Damn," Nick said, dropping their bags on the floor, "These are heavier than I thought."

"I know," Jessie replied, "Check to see if there's any beer in that minifridge."

While he opened the fridge and looked inside, she quickly lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties. "No beer, guess they can't just leave that here. There is some soda, if you want."

"What are my options?" she asked, stepping out of her panties and picking them up. He started listing soda's, and she walked behind him. "I think there's a list of alcoholic drinks on the table, baby." she recommended, and he stood up. She didn't actually care about the drinks of course, and she hugged him from behind. "I've found what I want."

"I should have known." he said, as she slipped her panties into his pocket without him noticing. Before he moved, she moved her hands down to his crotch. "What, no foreplay?"

"Fuck foreplay." she whispered. She unzipped him, and pulled his penis out of his pants without taking them off. "And fuck me."

He spun around, and moved to kiss her, but she took a step away with a teasing bounce in her step. She lifted up her skirt, revealing her naked mound. "You can kiss me after you penetrate me."

"Okay," he laughed, "If you insist." She moved back to him, and he pressed his now mostly hard cock against her. Her knees bent, as she pushed back, but this time he was the one to move away.

She hissed and pushed his back against the wall, grabbing his penis with one hand and finding her entrance. He waited until she was about to put it in, and thrust his hips forward. During their honeymoon she had progressively needed less and less foreplay, and become aroused faster and faster every time. She had done full penetration right away like this before, but only when she was on top, and she froze, her mouth opened in surprise.

He kissed her, and for a moment the only reaction was her tightening around his cock, and then she seemed to recover, and began kissing him back. She clung to him, her lips kissing his own, the furthest they ever got being to kiss his tongue while it played with her own. She wanted to be fucked, but couldn't bear to let his cock more than an inch out of her.

He began to move as well, timing his movements to match her own, and soon his cock was straining to cum. He didn't want to yet, though. It had always been a point of personal pride to make sure that his partner came, sometimes before he even began sex, but with her desire to get right into it, he was going to have trouble with this one. She broke off the kiss, and put her head on his shoulder, biting the collar of his shirt like she had done so many times to the bedsheets. But while it was a good sign, he wasn't going to get her to cum unless he used her weakness.