His eyes were rolling up.  He felt so pleasure, but held so securely.  Oh, his lady loved him well...  He so badly wanted to thrust, but she was in control. Instead, his tongue did his thrusting for him.  He wanted to get every last drop of her. His hands reached to squeeze her perfect ass... No rump, derriere or behind on his Lady, something so sweetly rounded, so yielding, yet so firm at once was an ass, and nothing less. His hand slid across her deep cleft. Surrounded by her sweet cunny and legs, he was sightless, deaf to all but her rapidly beating heart, and close to breathless. He began to suckle on her clit again, while two fingers entered her wet satiny channel. He began to alternately stroked his fingers across the roughness of her G-spot, starting with a slow tempy that increased.