[FM] Accidentally broke the hotel bed after not seeing my boyfriend for months

When I finished my grad program, I decided to celebrate with a massive backpacking trip across central Europe. My job didn't need me to start until the fall, so I had the whole summer to run around trying incredible food, sightseeing, and getting hopelessly, wonderfully lost. Some of my friends cycled through joining me for different legs of the journey, so I was never alone for very long, but I was rarely with the same friend for more than two weeks. It was an incredible trip.

The only downside was that my then-boyfriend (now-husband) Henry couldn't make it because he had a new job that wouldn't let him take vacation time in the first couple months. We would Skype over shitty hostel wifi when we could, but for the most part we just sent each other disjointed WhatsApp messages intermittently while on vastly different sleep schedules. Although we had been dating for over a year and moved in together shortly before I left, it was still awkward. After having finally ended the long-distance portion of our relationship, I felt weird that I was suddenly jet-setting off to have a vacation while he was stuck at home working a new job in the city where he had moved to be with me. So there was a healthy portion of guilt eating away at me whenever I saw a text from him that had been sent hours prior. This guilt was only compounded by the fact that I was scheduled to be staying in a hotel on the beach in Croatia on his birthday. Henry, for his part, never once made me feel guilty. But there's no logical basis when it comes to spiraling thinking you're being a selfish, shitty girlfriend.

The afternoon of Henry's birthday, I checked into the hotel, my hair frizzy and my sunburned shoulders aching from the weight of my backpack. While the receptionist checked on my room status, I snagged the wifi information, put in my headphones, and called my friend Elizabeth, an early riser who was scheduled to arrive at the hotel the next evening to join me in the beachfront leg of my journey.

"Hey, lady!" I smiled when she picked up, "You done packing yet?"

"Heyyy, Lily," she winced, "About that..."

"What happened? Are you ok?"

"I'm totally fine, but work had an emergency. I'm not gonna make it."

"What?!" I cried, before covering my mouth and shrugging down in embarrassment when I saw a couple other patrons had turned to stare at the loud American, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm so sorry."

"Dude, what am I supposed to do by myself for a week here?" I whispered.

"I know you'll think of something. I'm sorry, I gotta go. You should call Henry though - I just talked to him."

"He's up already?"

"Yeah, I think he's waiting for your call."

"Oh, ok."

"I'm sorry, Lil."

"No, I get it. I just hope you can get reimbursed for your tickets."

"Let me worry about that," she laughed, "You just have fun, ok?"

"Yeah, ok."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

I hung up and took a deep breath. Well, fuck. I told myself to suck it up and not complain to Henry about it on his birthday, but I was not looking forward to spending the next week alone in a country where I didn't speak the language. Elizabeth had been the one to insist on booking this fancy hotel instead of the usual hostel living that I preferred. I could afford the room on my own, but at a hostel I would have been able to meet other travelers and not spend the whole week alone. Maybe I could make friends at the hotel bar? Nah, they'd think I was hitting on them. I'd think of something. With one hand, I patted down my hair and swiped away the sweat under my eyes before video calling Henry. He picked up after only one ring. "Hey, jet-setter!" he grinned.

My rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday" got caught in my throat as his words reached my ears twice on a delay. In the background of his sun-lit image was a familiar, frizzy-haired woman with sunburned shoulders. I whipped around. Henry's broad back was facing me, his shoulders shaking with laughter. Without making the conscious decision to do so, I dropped my phone on my backpack and leapt onto his shoulders, peppering kisses to his cheek as tears of delight filled the corners of my eyes. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" I cried between pecks.

He shoved his phone in his pocket and deftly grabbed me with one arm, rotating me around him to hold me face-to-face. He kissed me deeply, both of us completely forgetting that we were in public. Slowly, he released me to let me stand on the tile floors on my own two feet. "How long have you guys been planning this?" I asked incredulously, my arms wrapping around his waist and my cheek pressing against his chest.

"About a month?"

"A month? Did Elizabeth even buy her ticket? Which one of you initiated this? How did you get the time off of work?"

"I might be the bottom of the ladder, but they're not monsters. They let me take a week off unpaid."

"I get you for a WEEK? When did you get here? Do you have your return ticket already? Wait, I have to change the room to a double bed instead of two singles."

He laughed and squeezed me tighter. "It's all taken care of, and you need to chill the fuck out."

"In the history of your life, has telling a woman, especially me, to chill out ever worked for you?"

"I keep holding out hope."

I smiled up at him and kissed him again softly. "Happy birthday," I whispered.

Henry's dark brown eyes met mine, and I knew we were thinking the same thing. I released him and turned to the receptionist, blushing madly at just how public our displays of affection had been. "Is the room ready?" I asked in an intentionally measured voice.

Not even ten minutes later, Henry and I were alone in the hotel room, a beachfront suite that his parents had shelled out for as a birthday present, or so he told me in the elevator on the way up. The moment the door clicked shut behind us, his mouth was on mine. My fingers clutched his shirt. Our bodies pressed together, his hands wandering from cupping the back of my neck to my waist to my ass. I broke the kiss as I felt his erection stir against my stomach. "I haven't showered in a while," I admitted.

"That's hot," he teased, his mouth traveling up my jaw and down my neck.

I giggled and squirmed away from his lips. "I also haven't shaved since I left. Anywhere."

He grabbed my shirt hem and lifted the fabric up and off of me. "Even hotter," he laughed, reaching for me again.

I put a hand on his chest to stop him. "You smell like airplane, and I am covered with at least three different kinds of grime. We're showering first."

He was hot on my heels into the bathroom. Our quick battle over the handle ended with my concession, acknowledging both his status as the Birthday Boy and the logic of taking a colder shower when we had both been baking in the heat. Over the next several minutes, we washed each other slowly, the floral-scented hotel soap filling the small bathroom with its aroma. I was in heaven. His strong fingers massaged my scalp as the final suds of my conditioner circled the drain. I leaned my head back against his chest and sighed contentedly, his hands traveling down my body until one arm was wrapped around my chest and the other around my stomach. My own hands wandered up his body behind me, my left hand holding his thigh and my right hand reaching up to grab the back of his head.

He tucked his face into my neck and swayed us gently back and forth, humming contentedly against my wet skin. Arousal built in my lower stomach. Sensing my shift from romantic to sexual, the arm wrapped around my chest slid gently until one of his large hands was squeezing my breasts together, his palm and his fingertips pinching my nipples slightly. My legs buckled, but he held me firm. "I've missed you so much," he whispered, pressing hot kisses against my neck.

His other hand slid down to cup my pussy firmly. I pressed my weight against his fingers. "I need you," I panted quietly.

His middle finger slipped between my pussy lips, the pad of his fingertip expertly circling my aching clit. The moan that escaped from my lips echoed in my ears. My left hand snaked up his thigh to grab his hardened cock, my frantic movements jerking him roughly as my desperation became apparent. Henry laughed softly in my ear. "You aren't going to let me take it slow, are you?" he murmured, his lips tickling me.

I shook my head and turned in his arms to face him, one hand still tugging his cock and enjoying the weight of it in my hand. "I wanna go fast," I laughed in my best Talladega Nights impression.

He roared with laughter, his head tipping back as he gently circled my wrist with his hand and stopped my movements. He put on a Southern accent and played along, "Well you'd better head on to bed, little filly. If you ain't first, yer last."

With a sharp smack to my ass, eliciting a yelp, he turned off the shower and handed me a towel. I threw it back at his face and ran into the bedroom. "Is that how it is?" he called from the bathroom.

I laughed, leaping onto the bed and ignoring its groan of protest. Rivulets of water flowed onto the bedspread from my skin, my hair soaking the pillow as I starfished face-down. Henry's heavy footsteps followed me in. He slowed down as he neared the bed. His fingers brushed against my ankles before his palms gradually slid up my legs until they reached my ass. I moaned softly as he massaged my cheeks. My ass arched almost involuntarily. Without warning, his hands spread me and his face buried into me from behind, his tongue pushing into my warm cunt and lapping at me as if I were the juiciest fruit on earth. "Oh, fuck!" I cried, my fingers scratching at the bedspread, "Henry!"

He pulled me up to my knees and buried his face deeper into me, his tongue flicking against my clit and his nose pressing into my pussy. One of his hands smacked my ass roughly. "Again!" I demanded.

Sharp blows landed against my cheeks again and again, the stinging sending shockwaves straight to my core. My moans became more frequent and higher pitched. Not once did his tongue miss a beat, its relentless licking and swirling drawing shallow gasps from my lungs. With a final, harsh lick, He stood upright. "I'm going to fuck you now," he informed me, "and it isn't gonna be gentle."

"It better not be," I teased, looking over my shoulder at him and wiggling my ass jokingly.

He grinned and climbed up on the bed behind me. "Don't test me, woman," he warned, sliding the tip of his cock up and down my drenched pussy.

I felt Henry line up the tip of his erection against my entrance, and I pushed back against him slowly. We moaned in unison as he slid easily inside. After months of missing him, my body was more than ready to accommodate his cock. He held his breath and docked himself deep inside me. My torso slid forward to press against the bed as I exhaled on another moan, my back arched and my ass displayed for him. We paused for a moment. His hands tightened around my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as we both adjusted. Fuck, I had missed this. I had missed him. Oh so slowly, Henry dragged his cock out of me, my teeth biting down on the pillow. Without warning, he slammed back into me. "Fuck!" I cried.

He laughed and spanked me again before grabbing onto my hips. "Too much?" he asked teasingly, knowing the answer.

"Not enough," I challenged back at him.