She began to come, her orgasm reaching an intensity that was almost scary. Her face and breasts went bright pink, her face grimaced, and her hands gripped her knees so hard that the knuckles went white. I was loving the feeling, but since I had just come I had no problem holding back, maintaining myself on that delicious plateau a man reaches just before his orgasm begins. As her orgasm peaked, she began to talk again, breathy, in a high, childish voice:

"Owwwwwwww, yeah, yeah, ummmmmmmmmmm, fuck it, fuck it, god, I love it, ooooooooooo… do me, do me, god, your dick…"

Fianlly she subsided, her hips lowering back onto the mattress, her hands relaxing and letting her knees slip away. She smiled the smile of the satisfied and wrapped her legs around my back, linking her ankles.

"You close?" she said, her eyes twinkling.

"Um, yeah. Pretty close." I was damn close, in fact.

"Come in my mouth again."

I was a little suprised at that, and my face must have shown it.

"I'm not on the pill," she explained, then after a moment added, "and yeah, I liked the feeling of your come in my throat."

That did it. She was begging to drink my come. I could hold back no further, and I pulled out and slid my groin up her chest, over her tits, and let her take me deeply into her throat. In three hard sucks I was coming, the feel of her firm tits against my ass accentuating the experience. I must have come more the second time than the first, because quite a bit leaked out the corners of her mouth.

After I pulled out, she scooped up the come from her cheeks and sucked it off her fingers. Her espression was one of wild lust combined with serene satisfaction. We laid on the bed together for at least an hour, dozing in each other's arms. Finally, I glanced at my watch and saw that it was nearly 6:00. I had to get home.