He moved up and felt the electricity as he touched her for the first time. He put the tip in and began moving very slowly back and forth, creeping in very slowly. He was watching her face as the pleasure began to overtake her. Once he was all of the way in, he rested for a second, allowing her to get used to him. Then he pulled almost all the way out before moving all the way back in, her moaning and whimpering.
They set up a rhythm, and he suddenly had a thought. “Are you safe?” he asked.
“Got the shot. Irene. Don’t stop” she moaned back at him.
They picked up speed, she began to moan and thrash at the same time he emptied into her. When they came down, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. “I’ve been missing out on a lot” she said, smiling “we have some catching up to do.”
He just looked at her and said, “I told you that you were perfect.”
They drifted off to sleep holding each other. He woke up after about an hour, bladder bursting so he extricated himself from her arms and went to the toilet. Finishing, he turned and found her looking at him.
“My turn” she said, blushing again. “Can we move to my bed? There is a huge wet spot that makes this one cold. I have NO idea how it got there!” she laughed. They both went to her room and slept the rest of the night.
In the morning, they woke up and she looked at him embarrassed but happy. “So…. Is this going to be a thing or not” she said.
“Oh, it’s already a thing. I think it’s much more than a thing, though. I don’t know what to call it, but I would like to point out how serious this is. I can’t imagine my life without you in it anymore” he said.
She grabbed him and hugged him. “Good” was all she said. She pulled back and said “We are going to have to stop long enough to shower. I smell like a goat!”
He pointed at her bathroom and said “You go there, I will go to mine so nothing happens. We have all day you know!” After she went in the shower, he heard her phone buzz. He looked at it. Irene, just one word. “Well??”
He took his shower and got out, moving to the kitchen to make coffee. He was trying to decide on breakfast when his phone buzzed. Irene. “Of course” he thought. “Well??” He decided he wasn’t going to reply yet.
He had just started some cinnamon rolls when she came out of her bedroom, clean, wet hair, and totally nude. He stared, totally entranced. She laughed him, saying “I’m glad you’re making breakfast. You can’t fry bacon nude, it’s too dangerous!”
He began to laugh and scooped her up. “I promise I will never make you do that. I wouldn’t want to scar you for life!” he said as he looked in her eyes.
She looked up, shyly, and said “Irene wants to know what happened. Should I tell her?”
“Up to you. I know she knows all about us. I trust her not to tell. She texted me too” he said.
“I feel like I’m going to burst. I want to tell everyone! I will settle for telling her though” she said.
Once the rolls were ready, they began eating. Icing dripped off, falling on her breast. “Oh no, I’ve made a mess. Whatever shall I do?” she said, eyes sparkling.