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Normally, they wheeled the bassinet into the bedroom when they were going to sleep, but some nights they'd lie and kiss in bed until the fooling around would get more intense, and one of them would have the wherewithal to get up and push the bassinet into the living room.
They didn't have sex yet, but sometimes they were close to it. Sometimes it would be dry humping and oral sex, while other times they would both be naked, Sakurai rubbing the shaft of his penis up against Morioka's clitoris until she orgasmed.
They were doing this again, kissing and rubbing against each other, when Morioka whispered, "Do you want to try to put it inside?"
Sakurai let out a ragged breath. His penis twitched. "Are you sure?"
"I think so." She smiled up at him shyly.
He moved, then carefully pressed himself at her entrance. She was already wet, and he slipped inside easily.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She nodded against his chest.
"It feels good. I'm okay."
"Really?" His face brightened. Morioka laughed shyly.
They kissed and he began moving slowly, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. It had been a long time and already he was close to coming. "S-sorry," he said, and Morioka shook her head.
"It's okay. I want you to."
"I love you," he said earnestly, and she laughed quietly, nudging her cheek against his forehead.
He stroked in and out, pounding with hard, powerful strokes, thumping her body against the mattress. He pumped so hard that Morioka gasped and started laughing, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, giddy with the sensation. "Yuta!" she laughed.
"Sorry," he gasped, still thrusting, and she kissed him, smiling.
He reared up on his haunches, driving harder into her, the hot, wet sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filling the room. Morioka gasped and Sakurai leaned forward, his face red and feeling close to going over...
The baby started crying in the other room.
"Crap!" Sakurai scrambled while Morioka lurched off the bed, yelling "Coming, Lily!", pulling on her underwear and tripping into the living room.
He rinsed in the shower. A part of him wanted to rub it out in the shower, but he was too embarrassed. He showered and dressed quickly, joining Morioka in the living room as he toweled his hair.
Morioka was sitting on the couch, topless and nursing the baby. Her face was still flushed and her hair was sweaty, and she smiled at him as he sat next to her, ruefully.
"That was really nice," Morioka said, smiling, and Sakurai laughed, embarrassed. "Maybe if she stays asleep we can actually finish."
"Heh. Maybe." He rubbed his neck, blushing brightly.
The baby was still awake, so Sakurai changed her diaper and played with her while Morioka rinsed in the shower.
"Yuta?" Morioka poked her head out into the living room. "Do we have any more towels?"
"Oh, sorry, sorry! I think they're still in the laundry."
She walked out naked into the living room, and Sakurai smiled to himself. She really was beautiful, the way the moonlight traced the outline of her body. The first time she used his shower, the thought of him seeing her naked sent them both into an embarrassed panic; that she could walk in front of him naked made him happy.
She grabbed a clean towel from the dryer and began drying herself, sitting next to him.
"Ne, remember when we got caught in the rain?" Sakurai asked.
"Which time?" Morioka was toweling her head.
"The first time, before we were dating."
"Oh yeah." Morioka brightened. "I was so embarrassed. I couldn't believe I got myself into that situation."
"I was just thinking of that now, how comfortable you are with me. It makes me glad that we're a family."
Morioka squeezed his hand. Sakurai smiled, happily.
The baby was asleep. Morioka went to find another shirt while Sakurai wheeled the bassinet beside the bed. Lifting the covers, he let Morioka climb in first before he settled behind her.