Pleasure and pain.  One was never far from the other.  Charlette’s cries of ecstasy were music to his ears.  Her hair pull, not so much.  Though Paul had to admit, that the slight tug only added to the moment and other naughty thoughts.  He’d yet to descend from his recent bliss.<br/><br/>Happy to be a part of her orgasm, Paul made sure to wipe his face prior to facing her.  There was no way he would kiss her with a soaked face.<br/><br/>Charlette then rolled off of him and hid herself near his neck.  There was a minor, but noticeable, pant to her.  Which was understandable, seeing as what had just happened between the pair.<br/><br/>Paul turned into her.  He sighed heavily, catching his breath, before asking, “You okay?”  Stroking her back, he eventually felt the need to comment, “Dunno ‘bout you, but that was in-fucking-credible.  Think we both gonna sleep good tonight.”  He kissed her cheek, then the area around her lips, smelling his own cum lingering.<br/><br/>Spent, Paul valiantly fought off the sleepies, though his eyelids seemed to be winning the struggle.