The hand he had used to finger me was still wet with my juices so I guided his fingers into my mouth and sucked the taste of myself from his skin. As I rhythmically rode his cock, I sucked his fingers, moaning around them while he fought for comprehension of the feelings coursing through his body.
Having already been given an orgasm by this selfless, loving man, I was able to concentrate on keeping my pace steady, building, building, taking him to that place. Having him fill up my cunt with his rock-hard cock was always such a magnificent feeling, especially being so, so wet as I was, I could really take his whole length as I slid, up and down his now glistening manhood.
I moaned around his fingers still in my mouth, my breasts bouncing against his arm as his other hand gripped my ass. He pulled his fingers, now even wetter from my mouth, and slapped my ass with a force that left me gasping and fucking him even harder.
He pulled me by my hair, closer to him. He kissed me with more of his tongue than his lips and I melted into him, making sure to keep his bucking hips into account while I road him to the destination he was seeking. His fingers tangled slightly in my hair, he pulled again, pulling my head to one side slightly so he could kiss my neck again, leaving another love bite where no shirt would be able to hide it. So that the world would know, I was his.