167 The Happiest Of Tears

Grace's expression changed subtly, as her smile grew several times in size. Her eyes, lust filled since they entered his room, softened and turned slightly red as tears grew.

"I was hoping that wouldn't make you cry," he chuckled, lightly.

"These are happy tears. The happiest of tears," Grace replied, before using both hands to wipe them away. "I love you, Stephen."

"I love you, Grace," he answered back.

"Make love to me, okay?"

He hardly needed any more encouragement than that. With one smooth motion, he withdrew his hips until they were ready to slam back into Grace forcefully, earning a low key moan from her. Stephen began to pant, as his concentration narrowed, fully focused on bringing Grace to orgasm. His lips latched back onto her exposed nipple, soliciting a low growl from her.

"That's it, baby. Mmm, so good," she mewled, arching her hips to allow him deeper penetration. Her lips latched back on to his, as if her life would end should they cease to connect. Stephen responded in kind, letting her tongue slip into his mouth to duel with his own.

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When they weren't kissing, their eyes never left each others, even as the pace quickened to more vigorous thrusting. A steady sound of flesh upon flesh filled the tiny bedroom and soon Grace's chest was coated with a slick screen of sweat.

"Tell me again. Please?" Grace panted, her eyes rolling back into her head at the pleasure.

"I love you," Stephen whispered between kisses, while grunting at the incredible wetness and firm grip that surrounded his swollen phallus.

"Again?"

"I love you."

"One more time?" She moaned loudly, pushing her hips forcefully back into his.

"I love you, Grace," Stephen growled, feeling her arms squeeze him tightly, her heels digging into his back as she tried to hold him as close as possible. Their pace, while still energetic, was much more relaxed than previous sessions in the last few days. There was plenty of time for kissing, caressing, and tender looks as they made love slowly, their mutual need for each other the only thing that mattered. It wasn't long until the emotions of the moment drove Grace to the edge.

"I love you, Stephen!" Grace's face contorted into a mix of pleasure and love as her mouth fell open upon the start of her climax. Stephen felt her nails dig into his skin, her entire body shuttering as her wave of orgasm commenced. There was just something about the eroticism of watching Grace in the throes of orgasm that sent him over the edge. Perhaps it was the knowledge that it was him who caused her so much pleasure. Perhaps it was something more primal and ancient about seeing your partner climax. Whatever it was, Stephen could feel tingling sensation deep in his body as the inevitable rush of fluid began to rocket up his shaft.

He grunted loudly, thrusting himself fully inside of her as the first jet of cum splashed her insides. Stephen's face buried into the space between her head and pillow, trying to prolong the feeling of pure pleasure for as long as he was able. The intense pleasure soon abated, enough for Stephen to raise his head and look into the eyes of his partner.