My cock continued going in and out of Karen`s pussy, slowly and with deep strokes, but
with hardly any contact with her clit. I moved my body forward slightly, and I could feel
her sweetest spot rubbing harder against the top of my cock every time I stroked in and
again when I drew it back out.
"Oooo, that`s even better," she whispered.
She hung on to me more tightly, as her pussy kept fucking back to meet my cock. For now,
we were happy with slow, smooth strokes and taking our time, making the kind of love we
both enjoyed so much, and our blissful moans formed a sweet duet.
"Look in the mirror and watch us fucking," I suggested. 
 We both did, and caught each other`s eyes and smiled. The room was warm so we were naked
and uncovered on the top of the bed in a well-lighted room in front of the mirror. There
wasn`t much to be seen, just two bodies, me on top of Karen, with my hips rising and
falling, and Karen`s hips rising to meet mine, and dropping when mine rose again. We knew
what was happening out of our view, and we liked to watch ourselves, but we both took many
times more pleasure from the doing than from the watching. I was taking so much pleasure
that, even though our strokes were slow, I could feel my climax building.
"I`m getting ready to cum," I told Karen, "I`ll try to hold off till
you`re ready."
After those whispers into her cute little ear, I moved up a bit more so my cock was
rubbing even more strongly against Karen`s swollen love button for the entire in and out
stroke.