He shuttered on top of me. I knew he had found his release. It was a long and valiant battle, but the walls of my pussy reminded him who was really in charge.
I took several deep breaths, calming my heart and my lungs. He slowly rested further on top of me. First he lowered his upper thighs, next his pelvis, finally his chest. He nestled his chin in the crook of my neck. He snuggled in, taking several deep breaths that had little to do with air, and more to do with scent.
I sighed, as he rested the final weight of himself over every part of my body. He was stretched out over me with his legs tucked comfortably inside of mine. His tongue darted out, grabbing a bit of the sweat that was rolling down my brow, cheek and along the side of my neck. I giggled at the sensation. He scooted down a bit more, jiggling his hips further between mine.
I could feel him start to deflate, his erection waning after a successful climax. I wiggled back, further distancing my knees to accommodate his invasion. My eyes wandered to the ceiling. His breathing started to deepen, his torso further sinking mine into the mattress. I knew he was very close to sleep.
Just short of feeling a panic attack on the horizon, I knew it was time to take action. Lightly patting his shoulder blade, I took in a deep breath. He was heavy and could easily crush me if he completely fell asleep and collapsed on top of me. He shifted further into me. He wiggled deeper into my pussy.
"What are you doing?" I whispered. He sighed deeply, taking in a deep full long of air. Slowly, he released the breath, nuzzling just a bit further into my neck. His exhalation tickled the tiny hairs at my nape.
"Wallowing." He answered, as he drifted off to sleep.