Carla and Peter were soon settled in as a happily married couple at 15a Victoria Street.
Life was going just right.. no complications nothing to worry about except the odd argument or bills through the door they were just the normal married couple.
Peter's arms wrapped around Carla, his arms holding her waist as she picked up each piece of clothing, folding it down to a tightly packed ready to be put away pile.
He nuzzled his head into her neck causing her head to tilt back, her hands still trying to focus on the folding of the clothes.
"Peter.." she moved his hands and stepped forward, placing down the neatly folded polka dot top and picking up his dark blue denim jeans.
"Carla.." he ran his hands down her arms, dropping the jeans and interlocking his fingers with hers.
A slight smirk from Carla as she stayed in place, his hands running back up her arms and round her waist, lifting the thin top that covered her stomach.. his hand running along the waistline.
She felt a shudder as he ran a thumb along the scar from her own kidney transplant.. leading his hand to continue to run along her waistline.
Tilting her head back to drop onto his shoulder as he shuffled up to behind her, his hand dropping under the tight jeans she was wearing, she stood still.
His hand continued to make its way down to the thin lace she was wearing to cover all that laid bare, a run of his index finger along her base as a spark ran through them.
Gently, yet roughly he pushed down along her clit.. his finger rubbing along the base gently.. her moans held back.
He continued to do this motion.. getting rougher and pressing harder as he did eventually causing her to release with a soft moan.
Removing his hand he turned her round, softly kissing her tender lips, they were a pale pink as she'd opted to go for a natural lipstick.. her eyeliner flick standing out.
Dropping her back to the edge of the bed.. picking up the washing basket and placing it on the floor before pushing apart each of her legs and standing before her.
He began to kiss her once more, her lips crashing into his the kiss was soft yet with passion as his hands ran down her waist, eager to push the jeans she had on.. straight down to her ankles.
Once they reached her ankles she kicked them off and aside, leaning back to place her palms onto the thick navy duvet.
Running his kisses down her jawline he hooked a finger into each side of her knickers.. pulling them down, running his hand along the side of her bare thigh.
His fingers guided their way towards her clit, a finger was quick to thrust in as Carla gasped and tilted her head back.
A long, slow thrust of in and out of her heating cervix as she tried to contain each moan.
Eager to push her limits he ran his thumb over her g spot, rubbing into circular motions as his finger continued to be thrusted out.. then into her.
Caving and letting out a moan as she dropped to her elbows, giving Peter the full entrance.. his decision to add another finger only emerged more gasps and long moans from the woman laid in front of him.
A zip down of his jeans with his left hand, his right still amusing her, an unbuckle of the button before dropping them down and kicking them aside.
Carla shuffled back up the bed, Peter's top pulled off after the release of his fingers before he began to climb onto the bed, hovering over her.
He dropping into a seating position, his length resting along her already soaking area as she pulled her top up and over her head, his head dropping to her ear as he whispered.
"You're wet for me.." his breathing slow, as hers tried to catch up, unable to keep up as he thrusted into her cervix.
His hands gripping onto the sheets as he entered himself, deeper, harder at every thrust, her hands running up his back to grip hold of his shoulders with a groan.
This was painful.. but so worth it, she had him in her arms and she wasn't ever going to let go even if it meant her cervix was to be destroyed in the process.
His arm wrapping round her waist from behind as he held on, his body continued to wreck whatever was left of her, her body reaching climax unable to handle.
As each rush came out of Carla, Peter was eager to continue, each one giving him a need to continue, a need to show her how much he felt for her.
She laid there.. her body was utterly pained and destroyed from the heat and tension in the room.. from the man who just made his mark, but man, it was so good, he was so good.
She could feel the thrust of him, entering and exiting her overflowing cervix, even though he'd finish she could still feel it.
He didn't pull out, his length still emerged inside of the sticky hot mess left along the inside of her leaking slowly down onto the duvet beneath them.
Carla sat up, slowly laying Peter onto his back, keeping his length filling engrossed inside of her as she rested her palms onto his broad shoulders.
Her body began to move, everything that was left in the energy and strength of her moved, forth, back, up, down, letting his length emerge, deeper, harder into her cervix, his hands holding onto her back with all his strength.
She continued this until he could reach his own release, a slow reach to an end as she gasped for breath, everything was painful, it hurt in places it could never before, this was new, this was different - could this stay this way?