The feeling of her walls clenching down around him in her orgasm sent him further over the line than he could remember being in a long, long time. He pulled back, slamming her hips up against his as his back arched backward. While she still pulsed around him he lost control and sprayed her womb with seed. He groaned, long and loud and feral. Her bore his teeth, clenching them together as his cock twitched and continued to shoot ropes of cum into her.
When he finally came down, he was exhausted. He had worked so hard to hold back for so long he was surprised he was still on his knees. Still inside her, he rolled them both onto their sides and pulled her back against his chest. His hands roamed her body, petting her lightly until they came to rest over her breasts. His lips nuzzled into her short, sweat dampened hair and moved against the nape of her neck.
He was still breathing rather heavily and was trying to calm his racing heart by taking deep, steadying breaths. His cock was going limp and he could feel it pulling out of her slowly. His eyes rolled in his fatigue and then they closed. Even completely flaccid he didn't fall out of her. Finally, his breathing slowed to a more normal pace, though he continued to hold her close to him. "I'm not sure I can make a coherent sentence at the moment, but I have something I want to talk to you about. Maybe in the morning." His speech was slightly slurred, and he was on the verge of falling fast asleep. "You will be here in the morning, won't you?"