Although nuzzled into his neck, he still keeps thrusting only lasting about another five min before I feel him filling me. I give his still wet neck a loving kiss, transferring some of my salty tears from his neck to my lips before pulling away. I bring my right hand to his neck in an attempt to wipe away the remaining tears still on his neck.

"No, you don't have to." He begins quickly in a whisper making me stop dead in myteacks. "I mean I love the feeling of our emotional intimacy and would rather your tears dry naturally." He finishes explaining still in a whisper.

No sooner than he told me how much he liked the feeling of my tears on his skin did I feel him lean in again and kiss the last of my tears from my cheek, drying their streaks with the pads of his thumbs as he simultaneously started thrusting slowly.

I felt a hot rush run up my spine like I've never felt. I'm not sure if it was more physical or emotional at this point as I've finally come to realize how much I love tears (especially if they are being taken care of) while being intimate. I tried my best to delay the point as I wanted to keep feeling every sensation just as I was.

As soon as he had finished wiping my tears I felt his hands, still wet with my tears, being placed softly on my inner thighs. I couldn't help (nor did I try) my thighs to stop wobbling. I then almost immediately let out a loud moan as I felt him start thrusting slower but deeper; that combined with my tears having just been taken care of, made my whole body start trembling. I was past the point of no return so I just let myself go, quickly bathing his member. Just sec later I feel a hot liquid filling me realizing he had also reached the point.

As soon as we started comming down I leaned in and gave him a kiss on his cheek letting my now drying tears brush against him.

He leans in and gives me a full of love kiss as he tells me he doesn't remember ever having such an intense love making between the feel of my tears and the way my calves and thighs jiggled against his hips and in his hands simultaneously. He'd love nothing more than to repeat this experience over and over. I then feel him swipe his fingers across my cheeks before dropping them on my thighs.

"This was also very special/intense for me. Any time you want to initiate love making while I'm crying (after I'm sufficiently comforted if it's something sad) I'm more than up for it." I said happily.

After a very restful night's sleep we spend the next day (Sunday) finishing the last of the packing and making multiple trips to deliver everything to our new apartment. He tells me he only has four hrs of work the next day so I shouldn't worry about a thing while I'm at work as he will have everything set up by the time I get home.

Exhausted from all our packing and moving and considering it was getting late in the evening I asked if he wouldn't mind just ordering in and relaxing for the rest of the evening. (Perhaps setting up the TV and watching something on the couch together).