“So, that was a bit rough, very unexpected.” I said.
“I know, I think it was just we were both experiencing a blow-out, with all the shit sex we both have had, we needed each so much. I think once your lips touched mine, I was instantly ready to explode and just wanted to cum so much and so hard, that I just lost it.”
“Well I am not complaining, I enjoyed it too, but maybe next time we could possibly take it more slowly and gently, I really want to make love to you, and as the term states it means love, not fuck each other brains out.”
“When will next time be?”
“Right now if you don’t mind?” She nodded in agreement as I got in bed and back on top of her as we began to kiss gently. What happened next is between Sophie and I, so I am sorry if I did not write about more sex, but I felt our first time showed how much we needed each other. So what happened next? We both had the day off, so through the day we slept and when we woke up, we continued having sex or making love, whatever we were in the mood for. Once we got out of bed and shared a wonderful shower with each other, life had to return back to normal, well as normal as we could. We spent the next few weeks talking things over, but occasionally when we were lonely and needed each other, we would go to each others beds and make love or just lay next to each other. We took it slow as we decided what to do. But eventually we understood that what we had was special, and rather than talk about it and study it, we just let happen, happen. Tomorrow was always another day, and we were happy with they ways things were, so why change it.
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