Aftermath

Sophie just there sobbing, curled up into a ball. In the other room, he didn’t move for a while, watching her quietly from his hiding place.

It was a little while before she realised he had moved to her. She looked up at him from the bed, through tear filled eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Sophie”, he said softly, meaning it, as he moved to embrace her. Sophie opened her arms wide to hug him. She couldn’t help noticing his cock was still big and hard, the tip glistening in the half light, as she wrapped her arms around him and he pulled her up off the bed onto the safe custody of his big strong arms. She hung there, clinging like a baby to him, and felt the tension ease away. This was the place. Her sanctuary. Home.

She didn’t know how long they stood like that but it felt quite natural when he moved them to the other bed, laid her down on clean sheets, and covered her with fresh, cool cotton. He slipped in beside her and they cuddled up again, face to face, her head on his shoulder, his arms around her, her legs around his hips. Safe once again.