They were breathless.
Their chests rising up and down relentlessly as each of their breaths formed small puffs of clouds. It was a fantastic experience for them, mostly her though. She didn't expect that the ex-hikiNEET could turn into such a beast on the mattress.
Lying on the bead, still panting, Ayano closed her eyes, as she tried to remember how her husband's face looked like during their intercourse. Dark eyes filled with lust, slightly clouded and dazed as it glinted under the soft blue moonlight. His breath hot and humid, grazing her neck and sending chills down her spine. His rough lips slightly apart and they tasted oh-so sweet as their tongues danced silently. His voice – oh his lovely voice – so husky and crispy, moaning her name with that cold, harsh tone.
She loved it.
She loved how he could melt her under his touches. She loved how his soft whispers made her surrender easily to him. She loved his skillful hands, roaming, touching and feeling every surface of her body.
Most of all, she loves him.
Tonight was the night she got de-flowered, and you can bet she didn't regret a single moment of it.
She turns her head to the side, staring at Shintaro's tired (and satisfied) face on the pillows. The man sits up, his elbows acting as a form of support, and Ayano swore she could see a bright naughty glint in his eyes. He turned to her, shoving some of his disheveled hair from his forehead, and with mischievous grin he says,
"Up for round two, sweetheart?"
Ayano responds by kissing him full on the lips.
A/N: Gift for tumblr user greenteaoctopus. I am sorry for living.