Andre and Mielle spooned while she attempted to catch her breath. She felt Andre's manhood slide free from her swollen folds, leaving her feeling empty.
He sat up and remained seated on the bed beside Mielle. She could see by his blissful expression he was still riding his orgasmic high, like her.
Andre looked over his shoulder and gave her his full-on beaming smile, the one that made her heart patter each time she saw it.
"We should clean up," he said, moving to the bedroom fireplace to put a black iron kettle of water over the fire to warm it.
He added, "It looks like we will need new bedding, too." As he glanced down at the dirty sheets.
Surprisingly, Andre was amazed that they were only stained pink and not bright red with virginal blood. He was glad that meant he did all he could not to hurt Mielle for her first time.
The kettle in the fire swayed as it whistled, alerting Andre that it was time to remove it from the heat.
