F-fuck, I love you," she gasped, throwing her head to the side, sheer pleasure enveloping her as a particularly swift thrust of his hips sent him hitting that spot that had her toes curling. He was so impossibly deep inside of her, she could feel the tip of his cock stroking against her g-spot, clenching around him as he pulsated within her.
Though he could feel his vision swimming from just how good it felt; just how amazingly she took him; just how snug the fit was it blew his mind; just how percectly and utterly wrecked she looked right now with her messy hair and oh-so-kissed lips and bruised skin, he mustered his remaining strength and sanity to unwrap his hand from digging into the plush flesh of her hips to capture hers.
"Love you more than anything, 'n want you to feel good," he panted out, squeezing his eyes shut as her walls fluttered around his cock, bringing him closer and closer to his orgasm, every thrust of his carefully calculated, "Don't want to cum so early. Wanna be with you. My pretty baby."
Her fingers entwined with his, she gasped, a cry stuck in her throat, "Feels s' good," she managed to whimper out, her legs locking around his waist in a desperate plea for him to pick up the pace, "Faster, please, Jean, please."
With another moan of his name, she sounded so utterly wrecked and needy it tugged at his heartstrings. But still, though it took all he had in him, he shushed her with a lazy, open-mouthed kiss, and a shake of his head.
"No, sweetheart. Gonna take my time with you," her thighs beginning to shake with the effort of having to hold out her impending orgasm as his cock plunged inside her over and over again, he choked on his words, "M-Make you feel real beautiful, m'kay?"
Her hold tightened on his hand, and Jean knew that she wouldn't last long; not with the way tears formed in her wide-blown eyes, her hips coming up as she tried her best to meet his thrusts, her impatience growing with every second. Wanton moans escaped her swollen lips, and her free hand clutched desperately at the bed sheets, while his free hand kneaded her soft breasts, fingers pinching and rolling her pebbled nipples and pulling the most delicious sounds from the back of her throat.
And God, if Jean strained his ears a little, he could swear he heard an erotic squelching from where their two bodies were joined, and he grew even harder inside her—if that were possible.
When the first overwhelmed teardrop clung to her eyelashes, along with a stuttered, "P-please, 'm begging," he couldn't torture her with this anymore. Not when he was run over with the desire to rut into her senselessly; not when he could barely hold himself back from pressing her thighs back into the mattress and breed her like he so dreamed of—but that was for another time. In all cases, he could never say no now to his gorgeous darling, so pliant and obedient and wonderful in his arms.
With a soft smile that one could call as lovesick as it was pussydrunk, the brunette leaned down to nip at her neck teasingly, teeth grazing the warm skin and rough tongue darting out to lick a drop of sweat rolling down from her jaw.
"Cum with me," he whispered into her ear, warm breath tickling her for a second, before she let out a pitiful sob into his shoulder.
"Fuck," she cried, thighs trembling as her orgasm crashed into her in waves, her back arching off the bed entirely as her walls spasmed around Jean's throbbing cock, and it didn't take more than three seconds for him to reach his own climax, throwing his head back in a strangled groan as he pumped her cunt full of his cum, warmth surrounding him and making him swear expletives at the indescribable feeling.
Slowing his steady thrusts to a halt, it was now clear to him just how truly spent they both were. Her, panting and heaving as her entire body tingled with the aftermath of the sensual pleasure of cumming with her beloved, and him, barely able to push his thick sweat-slicked hair back so he could admire the masterpiece that she was as he pulled out.
Mesmerized, he watched as globs of his cum and her slick dribbled out her spasming hole, something akin to adoration painted on his face. What he'd give to stay in bed with her, making love to her over and over until his name was the only words she could articulate, his body the only one she could read, and his eyes the only ones she'd ever look into—but that was his plan eitherways.
Feeling how sticky they both were, he winced a little and firmly said, "We'll definitely have to shower, love."
Humming, she looked hung in a state of bliss, still a little starry-eyed as she looked back up at him and managed to slur out the words, "Can we stay like this first? Jus' for a bit..."
And who was he to deny his angel? All he could do was give in, smiling in defeat as his palm brushed back the perspiration from her forehead. Giving her the gentlest of kisses there, he nodded, falling back to her side on the mattress, his arm looping around her waist and bringing her back to his broad chest in an intimate embrace.
"All right, just fifteen more minutes."
