Eyes open

I'm with the twerker again.  Legs over my shoulders, folding him in half onto himself.  He's supporting the majority of both our weight on his shoulders.  His eyebrows are furrowed in the classic look of disbelief.  Bewilderment.  Incomprehension.  And we are connected.  My hard shaft fully immersed inside him while my groin fights to push in deeper.  It pulses.  My cock pulses and for a moment gets bigger and more rigid, fighting for that quarter turn of a screw to lodge itself deeper inside him.  And his eyes respond.  Eyes widen, brows furrow deeper still.  Soft gasp that leads into a deep moan when my cock recedes by that microfraction at the end of a twitch.

But it's me that should be astonished.  He milked my first load out of me within the first five minutes.  His talented hole pushing me past the point of no return before I even realized what was happening.  But when he started to move off, I firmly kept him in place.  My cock insisted on it.  The damn thing would not go down.  It demanded further attention.  An hour and several positions later I'm staring into his eyes just as intently as he stares into mine.

My hips move in a gentle wave.  His hole is incredibly wet.  I can smell my load from way before.  I can feel it combine with his own juices to make my fuck glide a gently as a paper plane cutting through the air.  And those eyes.  Those expressive eyes make me pause.  I pull almost all the way out and just as I feel his hole about to tighten and force me out, I push all the way back in.  His eyes widen again and his mouth hangs open, just relishing the things I'm making him feel.  And his eyes say it all.  Unflinching in open desire, need, and lust.  He lets it all out there in his vulnerable eyes and I'm bathing in his compliments.  It's too much for me and I hammer it into him.  Four or five full strokes, full power, slamming into his ass with a thud as I let my second load rush out of me and into him, showering him back with my need and desire.

And as I refocus, panting...  trying to catch my breath.  I see him peering up at me still and I realize that I'm still so goddamn fucking hard.