
"So hot, darling...I've got to come..." I begin to thrust up at him, and
watch the changes on his face as he builds up to his orgasm. "Let me
come...make me come..." "Come on" I whisper back, wiggling my hips,
jerking them up and down in just the way that always sends him off.
"You're gonna come, baby...I want you to...can you feel me? Can you feel
how much I want you?" "Yes...yes I can...oh, it's good..." "Good? Can
you feel how much I want your come? How much I want to feel your
hot...cream...fill me up...?" Encouraging him with my voice, I thrust up
against him at every word. This goes on for only a couple of minutes
before... "Oh, I'm gonna come, baby, here I come, here...comes...my
hot...AH! AH!" His face contorts and his mouth falls open as a strained
noise of ecstasy is wrenched from his throat. His hands press down on my
shoulders and he pins my hips solidly to the bed with his own, his torso
curving backward with the intensity. I concentrate on my lover's
pleasure, enjoying his climax as much as I enjoyed mine. He collapses on
me heavily, and I put my arms around his sweaty back. We lie there
together, his head over my shoulder and his hair tickling my face until
the sweat starts to dry and the air-conditioned atmosphere of our bedroom
begins to encroach on the thermology we've created around us. When his
heart slows and his breathing returns to normal, he does a horizontal
stretch, then reluctantly pulls out of me and gets up to go use the
bathroom. He comes back, and then I take my turn. When I return, the
spare quilt is on the floor, and he is curled up beneath our
sleeping-blanket. I get in bed and fit my body against the curve of his
back. "Blow out the candle, love" I request. He does. "Is the outside
door locked?" He grunts an affirmative. I kiss his neck."Good night,
sweetheart" I say. "Good night" he replies. We sleep.