His eyes widen as the tears hit his shoulder. He reaches up and touches them as if they are precious.
Still on top of him, I grieve how quickly my cock softens. If I could, I’d stay connected to him forever. Sniffing, I quickly wipe the moisture from my face, avoiding his eyes.
Below me, Mads chuckles, and insecurity tenses my muscles as I pull back too quickly, dizzy as I sit back on my knees. His hole is beautifully stretched out, the cum pulsing out onto the pillow beneath him, timed perfectly with each wave of gentle laughter.
“What's so funny?” I ask, my heart hurting. He laughs harder, and I start to get angry. “What is so funny, Mads?”
He stops laughing and, perhaps, sees something on my face. He drunkenly rolls from the sex pillows, smearing cum between his thighs as he kicks them away, the smell of sex heavy in the air between us. He winces but manages a lazy cross-legged sit, moaning and laughing as he lowers his weight onto his butt.
He takes a few breaths, then shimmies his shoulders. Leaning forward with more wincing, he grabs my face and smiles as bright as a diamond.
Kissing me softly, he finally responds, “I've never felt safer than in this exact moment with you. Which just tickled me because you’re my security guy.”