‘Sweetheart, I—’ I begin. ‘Dear God, you’re so beautiful. Feel what you do to me. Can you feel it?’ I mean, of course, the impossible hardness of my cock as it swells. As I hold still against her and spill and spill and spill. But as I collapse over her, wrapping my arms around her stomach and shoulders before hauling her up against me, it strikes me that she can’t possibly comprehend the enormity of what she does to me.
