Three nights ago, my wife and I were going at it drunk and somewhat stoned. It was surreal in that we just couldn't get enough of each other. Sucking each other's tongues, sliding our lips together, swallowing each other's spit, shoving my dick into her, grinding me in as far as possible. Hands probing every inch of each other's bodies, thighs caressing, starved for touch.
At one point, exhausted and still hard as a rock inside her wet pussy still craving for more, she lays still on top of me and we kiss so deeply, so passionately, we forgot we were having sex. The hunger was overpowering. I could feel my motionless cock swell, reaching into the hot depths inside her ever tightening dripping cunt pulling me in, yet we do not move. I could feel her sucking me in from both ends, reaching for her innermost core. We briefly part, our eyes catch each other's gaze and we begin to kiss again, muffling the words, "I love you so much".
The sex was great, our simultaneous orgasm memorable. But the kiss, that kiss, was indescribable.