He laughed as she came on his cock - loudly, tauntingly, a noise filled with genuine mirth. On one level, the irony of the situation was delicious - it was always wonderfully satisfying to make a woman so fiery and reluctant not only submit, willingly or not, to pleasure. On another level, he simply greatly enjoyed it when women came. There were very few things that would make a man feel like as much of a man as that, and few were as harmless. He was beginning to feel it now - the unremitting  grinding pleasure of their contact was joined by something else that started in his balls and flowed through his pelvis, halfway between a pressure and a tickle. The early throes of ejaculation - and he knew he had much to give her. He was not a man who frequently found time to empty himself in the stretches between sharing a bed with a woman. Despite the ever-present and neigh-uncontrollable desire to approach that end, he decided to pace himself. Perhaps to prove a point to her, perhaps to simply prolong the pleasure. But, he decided, she would come more than once before he was done with her.<br/><br/>The speed of his thrusts decreased slightly - though gradually so, in order to keep the consistent, pounding rhythm he so utilised. There was something of a muscular burn in his body now, and a fresh, glistening layer of sweat had begun to sprung from his pores. This wasn't like the unpleasant fatigue of battle, however - this was a wholesome, natural exertion. He embraced it - he lowered himself over her so he was stiflingly close, squashing her slightly into the covers and using his free hand to grasp at her hair. He pulled it so she was forced to look to the side he desired. Hungering for her beauty even as he fucked her, he planted a kiss in her neck. Some men's kisses were sloppy and familiar, lazy. His kisses were almost as disciplined as he was - hungry, certainly, but dignified. In-control. Their proximity was greater now than ever - though he supported most of his own weight, the rock-hard musculature of his chest and abdomen followed the arch of her bottom and back closely, pressing into her, asserting himself. He looked her dead in the eyes, something approaching a triumphant smile threatening to emerge on his stoic features - a glimmer was most certainly present in his eyes. It said almost as much as his cock, continuing on its familiar path through her womanly regions, its ever-present fleshy chorus now more resonant as it was trapped more closely between their bodies.