Chapter Thirteen: The 1%

Wayne's POV

"I'm so sorry." I can't stop laughing. "I hope we didn't give the kid a heart attack.

She stopped laughing to look at her son. The curious wee lad has been watching us since we hit it off in the early morning hours. Maria and I haven't gotten any sleep. Four times in one night and once this morning is enough to keep the little guy awake. Muffling Maria's mouth didn't help. Even I couldn't be quiet.

"He's fine. But I can't believe we have broken the bed."

I'm still on top of her and I'm eager to continue. I rolled over so that we got off the slanted mattress to the tile floor. Like I taught her last night I guided her hips, showing her how to move not only for her own pleasure but for my own. When she got the hang of it, I cupped her full breasts, sitting up to claim her sore buds. We are past the shock we suffered last time. She's okay with it and I like it. With our bare skins ho