I woke up early the next morning. I wasn't sure if my hardon was a result of morning wood or my memory of last night. Christine had done things I'd never expected her to do and now I wondered how she would feel about it.
I went quietly to the kitchen to make her breakfast. I thought that serving her breakfast in bed would be a good indication that I loved her and was ok with last night. I made her scrambled eggs, bacon and toast, her favorite, and brought it up to her with coffee and juice.
When I walked into the bedroom I noticed how the sun was shining in through the bedroom window, illuminating her exposed body. The sheets had slid off her, revealing that body that had been ravished last night. I could still see wax clinging to her breasts. As I looked down her body, the dried cum, Bob's cum, was visible on her inner thighs and shaved lips.
I set the tray on the nightstand and went to her. I couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. I gently touched her between her legs and she stirred. I kissed her on the lips. The smell of sex still hung in the room. Christine looked up at me and shyly looked away.
"Don't ever do that," I told her. "I love you so much."
"Even after last night? How could you?" she asked.
"I love you more than ever." I replied and crawled back into bed with her. I hold her gently, lovingly, caressing her. My soft kisses on her lips become more passionate and I know she can feel my hardening penis pushing against her.
"Are you sure you aren't mad?" she asked.
I kiss her again. My tongue duels with hers. I make sure through my actions that she knows that I'm not mad.
I start kissing her neck, which I know she loves, and she begins to moan. I then work my way down her body. As I'm about to kiss her nether regions, she stops me. "I need to go freshen up," she tells me but I hold her down and bury my face into her. My lips and tongue touching her shaved pussy for the first time.
I can taste hers and Bob's combined juices as she thrusts her groin upward into me. She orgasms almost immediately. As her orgasm subsides she pulls me up to her. "I have to feel you inside me," she tells me.
"I'm afraid I won't last long," I respond.
"That is ok. I'm spent anyway, but I want to feel you flood my insides with your cum," she tells me.