Credits to the artist!!

You recently got married to Kyle Archer, your high school sweetheart from 4th year high school (10th grade). You two got married early since you wanted to pursue a childhood dream job which would take multiple degrees, long years at school, and... well, dedication and determination, while he pursued a standard job that he has a passion for.

Things have been getting busier lately, with Kyle being at work from 7:00 AM to 5:00 PM, while you were at university from 8:00 AM to 4:00 PM. Kyle's been getting distant recently, probably due to late working hours, and barely having any time to spend with you since all he does when he gets home from work is... work again, and sleep.

You wanted to have some quality time with him, so one Friday night, you asked if you two could go on a quick holiday at a hotel. Surprisingly, he agreed, and he booked a hotel room for you two during the weekends.

Then came that beautiful Saturday morning you had been looking forward to. The day of your 2 days and 1 night holiday with Kyle. He packed up the luggages into the car, starting the engine and making sure everything was ready.

"You done packing things up?"

He asked.

"Yep! I just need the sunscreen."

You replied.

"Oh, that's what you were looking for? You put it in my bag earlier, silly."

He said.

"Oh, I did??? Then let's go now!"

You said enthusiastically.

He chuckled at that and proceeded to wait for you to get in the car. As soon as you got in, he started to drive to the hotel.

After a while, you arrived, your eyes being blessed with two beautiful tall buildings with shiny, shiny windows. He leads you two to enter the building on the right, then you checked in, and went up to your room.

"Wowowow! It's so pretty here, I love it! The view is amaziiingg!"

You said in a singy-songy sort of tune.

"Yeah? Glad you like it."

He said.

"Let's go to the pool!!!"

You said.

He agreed and you two got changed and went to the pool. You wore a navy blue halter neck top, and a matching bikini bottom with a cute pair of ribbons on each side. You placed a sheer sarong-style cover up on top for coverage, while he just wore a pair of black shorts.

After a few hours at the pool, you returned to your hotel room. You were both really tired, physically, and a little mentally.

"I'm exhausted."

He said.

"Me too. I'll go take a shower."

You said.

"Wait. Don't go yet. Your swimsuit looks good, but... I think you'll look better without it. Here, on my lap."

He said, already gesturing to his lap.

"Mm... you up for a round?"

You asked, already walking towards him.

"Oh, I'm up."

He wasn't just up for intimacy with you. He was also that kind of "up". (Boner)

A few moment pass by, and you're both lying on the bed doggy style with your back facing him, and his body wrapped around yours. You two just finished a ridiculously insane amount of foreplay, and now you finally got to the main part of the night.

He slowly started to move his hips, making sure that you were also enjoying it without any pain or discomfort.

"Mmh... fuck. You feel so good..."

He said to you, gripping your wrists tightly, but not to the point that it hurts.

"You okay, love?"

As you whimpered, you managed to let out a small yes. And when things started becoming more and more heated, his phone rang.

"Agh... it's my mom. I'll just leave it-"

"No, don't... you- ngh... you should a- answer it."

You interrupted, noting that his mother might be calling about something important.

"Mmh... alright. Tone it down a little, okay, love?"

He patted your head before slowing down his pace and answering the phone.

"Oh, hi, mom."

Ms. Archer: "Hi, honey. I was just calling to know if you had plans for dinner on Christmas?"

He talked with his mom, but he didn't stop moving. He kept his pace slow, yet he was thrusting in deep. As he pulled out slowly, he put it back in swiftly, causing you to let out a moan.

"Nghk...!"

Ms. Archer: "Eh? What was that sound, honey? Are you okay??"