The Sweet Spot

"That's it honey," I say, trying to keep eye contact. You're lost somewhere, but we're together. Another contraction. Another scream. Your eyes snap shut. Your body thrashes on the bed, but I hold you tight and keep slamming my cock into you.

This feels too good for me. It's not so much the squeezing, pulsing contractions of your intense orgasm that push me over the edge, but the sense of being with you while you come and the thought that you are coming. My own eyes close and I feel that familiar boil in my balls. I can feel the come rushing through my cock, almost like a faucet has been opened. I try to savor it as long as I can, but it's no use. As your pussy pulses around me yet again, my cock erupts, sending a sharp spasm through my entire body.

"Ohh!" I shout. "Oh, God, I'm coming in you!"

Again and again, my cock throbs inside you, matching your own orgasm convulsion for convulsion. Your body goes limp and I collapse on top of you. My cock continues to drip its essence into your vagina, which continues to hug my cock reciprocally.

Our hands explore each other's skin, touching all over, spreading the warm glow to every corner of our bodies. Still joined at the sex, we kiss, letting our tongues express the love that has brought us this magic moment together.