I opened my eyes and found him looking at me. He must have seen the pleading in my eyes (or he could feel his own eruption building) because he began to move a little faster. He varied the strokes, some deep and some shallow, but always with that relentless tide building in both of us. After a bit, I could see his passion in his eyes. He began thrusting deeply with every move, and it drove me over my own brink.
“Oh, Yesssss! I’m cumminnng!” was all I could scream. And as my spasm started, I could hear him groaning my name and feel his cock stiffen. He slammed it into me deeply and I could feel his cum spurting deep into me. And that made me cum harder.
We shuddered together, frozen into the timeless posture of love. As our spasms subsided, we both managed to breathe again. He looked into my eyes and whispered, “Missy, I love you.”
My only response to him as I curled into his body with a smile still on my face, putting my head on his shoulder as his arm went around me, and I drifted off to sleep was “Ditto.”