He groans in response, the only sound he can make as her hand squeezes him and pumps up and down more quickly. He can feel her pressed up against him, her warm cunt sliding over his skin, and her legs tangled with his own. He wanted to kiss her, to sink into that warm heat until her legs shook and her walks trembled around him. Yet he didn't do any of those things. He could only hold onto her and the sheets as he finally came in a spurt of semen that painted his belly, her hand, and wherever it could reach.

He'd actually yelled when he came, eyes closed tightly and mouth open as his breathing came out ragged. Every muscle had felt tense in that moment and even as he came down, he felt as if his limbs had become weights. He had never been more vulnerable with another person and yet here he was, naked as the day he was born, with the woman he loved and her hand wrapped around his softening cock.

"That- that was..." he speaks and looks at her as if he's in a daze, blinking owlishly with those almond shaped brown eyes of his, "I don't think I've ever come so hard before."

He turns his head enough to slide his mouth over hers, his tongue dipping between his lips to lick hers. The hand in her hair slides to her rear, squeezing her flesh as he tries to remember how to breathe.