Author's Notes:

Sometimes you come across a sex scene like a blossoming cherry tree in Summer. And as the breeze hits it, an explosion of colorful movement fills your vision until nothing remains but breathtaking beauty. I hold Flaggette's Better Sisters (Ch. 3) dear to my heart because that is the purest lovemaking scene I've ever seen; something I can describe only as breathtaking~ And now I feel I have finally written something comparable to that masterpiece.

Enjoy~!

Disclaimer: The Loud House Copyright Nickelodeon (2017)

Chapter 2: Consummation

They didn't explore each other's bodies anymore before the water started to get cold.

Lori stood up and blushed when she heard his sharp intake of breath. She didn't mean to give him a full moon, literally right in his face, but she'd grown so comfortable and relaxed that she stood up without a moment's hesitation.

She stepped onto the rug and reached for a towel… but there was only one.

Oops.

She turned toward Bobby and gave him a sheepish grin. "I, uh, only brought one towel…"

He smiled warmly, stepping out beside her. "That's ok. We can just share."

She eeped when he pressed his front against hers, and her mind instantly focused on how his member was pressed against her abdomen. She looked down and found herself momentarily mesmerized by it.

She looked up at him shyly, biting her lip, almost pleading with her eyes.

"Are you sure?" she whispered, her hands quivering around the towel.

What if he gave in? What if he took her minutes from now? What if he gives me a child tonight?

"Sorry, babe, but we promised. Remember?" He looked at her patiently.

She stuck her tongue out before pressing her chest against him, rolling her hips naughtily.

Seriously, where was this confidence coming from?

"I only promised not to tempt you too much… you neglected to define 'too much' and that is your fault, honey~"

She pressed herself against him, feeling his manhood slide against her stomach, and she quivered.

But her husband-to-be was a strong man and true to his word. He took the towel and started wiping her off. He worked his way from her toes to her hair. And when he got to her pouting lips, he couldn't help but lean forward and peck them playfully.

Sufficiently dry and thwarted, Lori grabbed her panties and… and sat them back down. She reached for the robe instead and slipped her arms into it.

Bobby was left to dry himself off with a wet towel as best as he could. And when he was done, he realized he'd forgotten his own robe.

"Oops."

Lori giggled.

"Well, it's not like you have anything left to hide. Except your butt."

She casually grabbed his shoulders and turned him around, and let out a low whistle the same time as she slapped his rear.

"I knew you looked good in swimming trunks, but I didn't realize you'd look this good without them. Growl~"

She put her hands on his back and gently scratched him with her nails like a cat.

He chuckled before turning around and putting his hands on her hips.

Lori grew even bolder and pushed his hands down to her thighs. She lifted a leg up and curled it around his waist.

"I think I need help getting to our bed-" A tremble raced up her spine at our bed. "-carry me?" She pouted her lips at him, batting her eyelashes and throwing her arms around his neck.

He shrugged with a grin as if to say, "Why not?" And pulled her other leg up and around him.

She didn't take the time to tie her robe, so it was parted. And she moaned when her sex accidentally ground against his as Bobby pulled her tightly against him.

He adjusted his grip, causing her to slide along his length and moan again.

Breathlessly, "You're doing that on purpose~" she accused him.

His grin turned into a smirk as he pecked her lips. "And what if I am?"

Using her leverage around his hips, she thrust upward and gasped when his very tip bumped into her clit. Reality hit her hard, but instead of overwhelming fear (like she'd expected), she felt intense need.

"Take me to bed~" she whispered before laying a kiss on his lips.

To his credit, he didn't struggle that much carrying her full weight.

He brought her to the edge of their bed and lowered her onto it. She refused to release him from her legs, so he came down with her.

Lori purred into the kiss as his weight settled comfortably over her, pressing her butt into the mattress. She could feel his manhood pressed flat between them, hot and pulsing. She could feel her own sex, wet and warm.

When she finally released him, Bobby looked into her hazy eyes. "Do you want to try tonight?"

She returned his look and gave a quick nod.

"If anything makes you uncomfortable, yank my hair." He winked at her.

"A-and if anything I do makes you feel weird, then bite me." She had a twinkle in her eyes. "Uh, maybe just say 'stop,' instead." She grinned sheepishly.

She had a feeling inside that she would like things a little rough~

"Will do, babe."

And he began trailing kisses down her neck.

Lori craned her neck to the side, purring as his tongue pressed against her pulse point. She relaxed her legs just so she could spread them wider, to get his groin closer to hers. She squirmed her hips beneath his and little mewls fell from her throat as the motion caused him to lazily thrust against her abdomen. She could feel his balls pressing into her lower lips and she was struck with how maddeningly close they were to finally making love.

Not close enough, if you'd ask her, though.

Her nails raked down his shoulders before her fingers ran to his hair and she started guiding him lower.

Once his lips were done laying claim to her neck, he opened them and scraped his teeth against the pink mark.

Lori whimpered and accidentally jerked on his hair.

To her horror, he stopped immediately and looked at her with concerned eyes.

"Why did you stop!?" she was almost hysterical with need.

He furrowed his eyebrows. "But, babe, yanking my hair meant-"

"It was an accident, now, please!" she cried out.

He could see the sheer need swirling in her eyes; could hear it in her panting breaths. Trusting her, he brought his lips down on her collarbone. And he let his hands drift north; his fingers circling the undersides of her breasts.

She could feel his working hands, calloused and rough, grazing her soft, sensitive flesh, and it thrilled her. She loved the texture of them; moving on her body, knowing her intimately; because they were the evidence of his hard work toward their future. She remembered her dad having rough hands before he'd gotten a job in IT, from working countless hours doing manual labor. And though she felt she was never appreciative enough of what her dad sacrificed for her, she would do everything she could to show Bobby what his meant to her.

His palms cupped her chest and she arched into him, giving him as much access as he'd ever want. His thumbs caressed her nipples, the rough texture grazing her hardened nubs wonderfully, and she gasped out her pleasure. His lips trailed down the valley betwixt her breasts and he had her quivering beneath him.

Her hips kept squirming, trying to get him inside herself unconsciously. At one point his tip glanced off her outer lips and she instinctually let out a frustrated whimper. She felt him press his groin against her and she moaned at the friction she suddenly earned; easily able to press her lips against the underside of his penis and caress him to her heart's content.

It was satisfying for only a little bit though.

His lips and tongue climbed the slope of her breast and circled her nipple teasingly before clamping down on it suddenly and suckling. His tongue swirled against her rosy peak, and Lori's torso twisted and arched into him like a groaning tree.

She saw he had one hand free at the moment, and she seized it and brought it to her lips.

She pressed her lips chastely to his fingertips, feeling the smoothness where he'd rubbed his prints off through hard work. She trailed kisses down each finger to the pad of his palm.

"Bobby?"

She held his hand to her cheek when he brought his head up from her chest and looked at her. She felt love swelling in her heart, threatening to burst through.

"I cherish you."

The haze of his eyes cleared for a moment at her sober tone.

"I give you my heart."

She pressed a long, deep kiss to the center of his palm before closing his hand into a fist.

"I'm yours now and forever…"

She handed his fisted hand back to him in her quivery palms.

"…for better or worse."

And he looked down at her, really, like it was the first time ever seeing her.

"I'm ready, Bobby. Let's marry our bodies together, like our hearts already are."

Breathless, needy, sincere.

His hand idly moved from her chest to her side, his thumb caressing her skin tenderly.

"Are you sure you're ready? We can do a little more?"

She shook her head, her blonde bangs swishing around her forehead.

"I want you now."

Moving with a precision marred only by awkward fumbling, Lori laid back against the pillows. Bobby placed a couple folded towels beneath her hips.

He brought the thing of lube over and opened it.

"Do you want to do it, or-?"

She just shook her head in reply and closed her eyes, relaxing into the billowy cushions.

Bobby looked down at her spread thighs and what lay between them at the apex of her legs. He edged closer to her, bumping her legs with his knees on accident.

He reached out, gingerly, with his fingers and touched her flower for the first time.

Her breath hitched but she didn't shy away.

Encouraged, he stroked her up and down; in wonder at how her lips pushed and pulled with ease. She felt so wet already, and warm… really warm. He continued feeling around her until he found her opening and he slowly pushed into her with a single finger.

"Nngh!"

Lori arched her hips towards his hand. Definitely a good sign.

He pulled back just a little, miming intercourse, and pushed just a hair deeper in a slow thrust.

"Does this feel good, babe?"

She was speechless, her eyes squinted and brows furrowed. So she replied the only way she could.

"Mmm-nngh~!"

He chuckled lowly. I'll take that as a yes.

He pulled out and pushed in again. He was moving really easy. His gorgeous girlfriend was well-lubricated, but he wouldn't take any chances.

In the future, when they're both too excited and rushed to take ten seconds out for lube… then, he'd consider blowing it off. But now when they had all night and it was their very first time? He'd take things slow and easy, and she'd be as lubed as possible.

He prodded her with a second finger, gently at first; and when it entered she quaked beneath him, writhing with moans.

"Bobby!"

He pulled both fingers out and thrust forward, so slow it was practically a tease. Her little cries and whimpers spurred him to move a tiny bit faster.

When he was knuckle deep, he let his fingers slowly try to pry her walls apart. She hissed, from pain or pleasure he wasn't sure, but quickly changed into her melodious whines once again.

He really took his time exploring her; letting his fingers touch every wall in a clockwise motion; prodding and raking every space he could find.

"B-B-Bobby!" she cried, breathlessly, "I-I'm ready, please!"

He reluctantly pulled his fingers out and marveled at the slickness on them. He wiped them off on a towel and brought the tube to her sex and squirted out a little on her opening. He set it aside and picked up a condom, opening the packet.

Lori watched as he pulled it from the packet and bit her lip.

"W-wait."

He looked at her anxiously; kinda worried she changed her mind about the whole thing.

"U-um can I just feel it… real quick… before you put on the condom? I-it's… it's out first time and I just want to know what it feels like… real, you know?"

He bit his lip, too, and looked at the condom, conflicted.

"I-I'll hold you so you can't go in on accident, ok? Just, push in a little, please?"

Oh, gosh, she was pouting at him hard. How could he resist that!?

"Ok, but remember our promise, Lori."

She looked up at him with lidded eyes and batted her eyelashes playfully. "What's the matter, handsome, don't you trust me?"

He nudged her legs wider apart as he settled himself closer to her. "At the moment, babe, I'm not sure if it's wise to trust you…"

Oh, she was pouting again.

"…but you should know I always will."

He put his hand on either side of her shoulders and leaned down against her.

Lori purred when his thick member fell onto her abdomen.

"Pull back a little."

He obeyed, and drug his penis across her clit and down her lips in a lazy crawl.

She gently wrapped her hand around him for the first time. He was so warm and hard to the touch, but so soft, too. Just like her Bobby. She was smiling goofily at the bouncy thing throbbing in her hands. She wondered if he thought her vagina was a reflection of herself in his eyes as well, or if she was just crazy.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked.

She looked up at him, giving his penis a gentle stroke with her hand. "This little guy is just like you!"

"Oh?" He… he didn't know how to take that.

She looked back at the pulsing thing in her hand, giving it a few more strokes. "It's warm like your heart, tough like your body, soft like your personality… and it's actually kinda handsome." She looked at his disbelieving face. "So, it's you!"

It was probably the rush of endorphins, he figured. She was going insane or something from all the happy, mushy goodness flowing in her veins. But, hey, even if she was turning nuts… she looked sexy while doing it~

She tugged on him a little, and he leaned closer.

She pushed his tip against her lips and moved him up and down. It felt just like when his fingers were touching her, just much bigger. She brought it to her clit and rubbed it against herself a few times, gasping for breath. Wow. She pulled him closer and stroked his cord along her lips and clit in a thrusting motion. Her boyfriend grunted at that.

"Does that feel good, Bobby?"

He nodded, his eyes closed, his mouth panting.

She felt a little daring… and since he wasn't looking~

She slid the head down her lips until it reached that drop of lube and she prodded around her opening for a bit, spreading the lubricant around her inner lips. And, looking up at him to make sure his eyes were still closed, she tugged on him again.

And he leaned closer, obeying his mistress.

His very tip entered her, spreading her lips apart, and wow did it feel amazing.

At least for the one second she could feel it until Bobby pulled away with a frown.

Lori smiled sheepishly. "Sorry~"

He sniffed at her. "I bet you are."

She watched in anticipation as he held the condom against his tip and rolled it down his erect member.

He pinched the tip and then squirted a little lube on it, smearing it around the head.

She wasn't entirely convinced that she wanted to use it… she wasn't entirely convinced she wanted a baby right now either… but at least they got to feel each other, bare and unprotected as nature intended, for their first time. That made her beam in joy~

She spread her legs wider when he settled himself against her. He was keeping his weight on his knees and arms, but she wouldn't have minded feeling him bearing down on her either. She watched attentively as he gripped himself and prodded at her core. She bit her lip, already feeling the urge to grind her sex against his.

When he found it, he paused his movements and looked her in the eyes.

"Are you sure?"

And Lori could tell he was asking much more than the obvious.

Was she sure she wanted to have sex?

Did she want to lose her virginity?

Did she want to be with him?

…to give herself to Bobby in all ways as his wife?

She reached her hand out to his chest and felt the beating of his heart. She looked into his eyes and nodded.

"Yes~"

Her other hand reached around his member, and she helped guide him into her body for the very first time.

It felt so strange. Like his fingers, but so much fuller. It was a little unpleasant, and she was thankful he'd used a lot of lube.

She watched their sexes intently as he pushed in just a little and paused, letting her body adjust to the intrusion. And then he pulled back and pushed just a little farther in, and she moaned at the feeling. She stilled her hips, letting her body slowly grow accustomed to his gradual entrance. Slowly rocking into her, getting a little deeper with each thrust.

His hand fell to her clit and he thumbed her, causing her to gasp. It was mesmerizing how her body accepted everything he gave; how he slowly sunk into her. It was really exciting, and she found herself smiling even as she started to pant slightly.

She let her head fall back to the pillows when she felt his hips against hers. He was all the way inside. They were complete. And Lori had no regrets~

Except maybe the condom. Maybe…

He started to pull back out, and she gripped his arm to still him.

"No, wait! I want to feel you like this for a bit before we continue."

He nodded and let his weight relax a little onto her.

Lori moaned as he slipped in just a tad farther; and she was right, she loved the feeling of her man resting on her.

Her hands trailed to his arms and rubbed his muscles. He was so strong, but that did nothing to take away from his kindness and love.

"I like this," she whispered, looking toward his eyes.

He met her blues with his browns, and smiled reassuringly. "I do, too."

She looked down and was surprised to see that nearly all of him had disappeared inside her vagina. Just what little couldn't fit because of their position remained outside, but he was big… and that made her feel proud. Both because she could take all of him and because that would heighten his pleasure. After everything he did for her, she wanted to give him everything she could.

She was smiling goofily. Oh, she felt full and complete, as well as the desire to push her hips against his again, but honestly she was content to remain this way; tied to him in heart, and soul, and body. By his willingness not to press the urgent issue of sex, she felt assured he held similar thoughts and emotions.

She caressed his cheek and drew him down for a kiss. Their lips pressed together, chastely. Then, she tilted her head, twisting her lips against his. She pulled back a hair, and then pressed them flush against him again, parting just enough to lick his lips. When he parted his own, she ventured her tongue to meet his.

She moaned greedily into the kiss; one of her hands moving to cup his neck and keep him right where she wanted him.

When she let him go, her hips were starting to get anxious and she let them wiggle just a little~ She smirked at him saucily, groaning as he pulled himself slowly out to the tip.

"Mmm~ make love with me~"

He lifted his hips off her once again and steadied himself. Then, he pecked her lips before pushing back in, slowly, to the hilt.

"I love you~"

She moaned as he pulled out again and continued the slow pace. Her hips ground against him each time he bottomed out in her, and she was thankful to have the cushiony, raised surface for her butt to rest on. She didn't want him to do all the work, but she was still getting used to it. And, though it felt amazing, it teetered between pleasure and pain at all times.

It didn't help that he seemed to grow bigger the longer he was inside her, thrusting maddeningly slowly into her. She moaned louder, released a breathy cry, when he hit her very back. She held her legs farther apart so he could hit there again, and again, and again~

His eyes opened, so hazy and dark, and she focused on them, getting lost in them. And when she grew tired of the slow pace, she urged him, "F-faster…" breathlessly.

And he moved a little faster, pushing a little deeper, being just a tiny bit harder on her virgin body than when they started.

She looked down and watched as her vagina swallowed him up with each thrust, gripping him and refusing to let him go… and she giggled because wow, my coochie is just like me!

And then she whimpered when he instinctually started moving a little quicker again, though she didn't request it. But she didn't mind. It was like he was reading her thoughts; leading her to a destination she couldn't see and she was following right behind him.

She started thrusting against him, urging him deeper into her body. The towels felt warm and comforting to her butt, but they were nothing to the heat flooding her body from his sex, filling her and molding her around him~

She grit her teeth when he hit her bundle of nerves, feeling just a bit too sensitive and kinda twinging a bit uncomfortably. But it still felt great, and she held comfort in the knowledge that it'd feel much better with time and effort and hours, and hours, and hours of practice~

She became lost to her husband-to-be as he grunted his pleasure. She looked at his closed eyes and panting mouth; she put her hands on his racing chest, feeling the pounding of his heart; and when she felt him push into her one final time, she curled her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

He was careful to hurriedly slip out of her vagina before he could deflate, and she instantly missed his fullness inside her. She was still on edge and lusty because he'd finished before she could make it, sadly. But it was ok. She was going to be ok. They both were. Because they had each other.

She nuzzled into his neck and planted a kiss there.

She let him go so he could pull his condom off and tie it and she thought audibly, "Wow!" because she was surprised at how much cum was in it. Knowing how much there would be and actually seeing it were two completely different things. She was in awe at it, almost regretting when he threw it away.

That much sperm held back only be a thin layer of polyurethane, and he had spent himself inside her and managed to pull all of it out. It was kinda erotic when she actually envisioned that. Him pushing all the way to her cervix and releasing into her. The condom would rapidly inflate, starting to push into her womb. But right before it could be punctured and spill into her, and undoubtedly make her pregnant, it was drug out by his strong member and thrown away.

She bit her lip as Bobby stood to gather a few things.

She couldn't wait for their year to be up…

Bobby came back with a bottle of water, which they shared together. And he handed her some chocolate, which she happily ate without question.

She smiled at him, silently thankful for how thoughtful he was. Yes, she was sore, but it had felt great. No, she didn't orgasm, so having chocolate lifted her spirits greatly.

Then, after she had sugar in her stomach, he gave her a couple pain medicine tablets, and she took them.

He lit her candle, and she laid back and let the aroma fill her lungs and calm her mind.

Then, she felt him nudging her legs apart again and she looked down in surprise to see him holding a baby wipe. She shivered as the chilly cloth washed her inner thighs clean. She let out a moan when he gently prodded at her lips as well.

He looked up, curiously. "Babe, did you, uh, finish?"

She smiled. He looked so guilty and confused, her heart just had to swell. "No, but it's ok. You can make it up to me later~"

He hummed and continued cleaning her to the sounds of her gentle moaning.

He was doing a pretty great job. Thoroughly cleaning her. Making sure every last crevice was spotless apparently. When her moans started to quicken and her heart sped up, she looked back at him and saw him inching his finger towards her, and then entering her.

Her hips squirmed against him as he ever-so-gently, being careful with her sore body, pushed a single finger into her, pulled it back out, and pushed it right back in.

"Sorry, babe, you've got something deep in there and I'm trying to get it out."

He winked, and that's all she needed before she fell back against the pillows and let her orgasm build up once again.

The erotic sounds of her yearning moans were maddening to him, and his own arousal was swiftly returning. But this wasn't about him.

This was their first time and they wouldn't continue until she cried out his name~

Plus, she did say he had to make it up to her later and three seconds is technically later~

In no time, she was mewling and thrusting her core against his palm. The feeling of his heel grinding against her clit and his finger twisting inside her walls drove her to the very edge. But when he leaned down and kissed the quivering skin on her stomach, she lost it and fell over the cliff. Locking her legs around him, she released his name in a breathlessly cry that made a shiver run down his spine.

Nngh~! he thought, That's the most erotic sound in the universe~

She fell against her towels and pillows, her chest heaving and her face glowing. That had truly felt amazing. She wondered if that's how Bobby felt, and she silently made a promise that they'd practice until they managed to finish together every time because it was something beautiful… and she wanted to share that with him every day of her life.

"Oops, looks like I have to clean you again. Sorry, babe."

Oh, he wasn't sorry at all. But he was extra gentle with her ultra-sensitive sex. He practically ghosted the cloth over her. And when he was finished, he reached for the lotion-infused tissues and rubbed gentle circles all around her groin and thighs.

Lori honestly had never felt more loved in her entire life; him handling her like a priceless jewel after giving her the most amazing orgasm she'd ever had. Her life was perfect.

When he finished, he laid down beside her, and instantly she gripped his hand with hers. She rolled onto his chest and closed her eyes as she listened to his breathing. Already the chocolate, and the medicine, and the aroma were taking away her soreness, and she let one of her legs slip over his.

She accidentally bumped into his hardened member and she opened her eyes in concern.

"Bobby-"

"Don't worry about it, Lori. When you feel up to it, we'll go again. We've still got nineteen condoms after all." He chuckled.

She purred as she relaxed herself against him. Feeling his sex against her leg, and her own against his hip, was arousing but also comforting. So, she focused on the latter and let herself start to drift away.

She replied sleepily, "We don't have to use them, you know…"

He laughed again and kissed her on the top of her head. He closed his own eyes and felt sleep start to take him where she was going.

"What do you think she'd look like?"

"Hmm?"

"Our daughter, babe. She's gonna be bossy just like you and have long silky, blonde hair, right?"

"Heh, I'll remember that."

He chuckled tiredly before she responded.

"I think he's gonna be a boy with dark, wavy hair, and he'll turn into a strong man like his father, and make us very proud."

He hummed, the vibrations soothing to her.

"We'll have a boy and a girl; and we'll love and cherish them like angels, and they'll get into mischief with their aunts and uncle, and we'll spoil them all the time. How does that sound?"

"It sounds like I'm marrying the right man."

They spent four nights in that hotel room, and only had to make a special trip once.

…when they ran out of condoms.