rubbing herself against me. I put my other hand on her ass before raising one eyebrow as if saying 'Well??' She smiled at me in return, and started doing as she'd said: slowly dragging the firm mounds of her breasts across my chest. As she did, I gently squeezed the tight globes of her ass, marvelling at how something as tight and firm as her buns could look so cute.
After a bit, I stopped playing with her ass and moved on to begin exploring the rest of her anatomy – the velvety feel of her back, the soft curves of her shoulders and neck, the gentle slope of her waist and hips. And as I'd wanted to do since the first time I saw her, I got to take her hair and just hold it, delighting in its luster and fullness, letting its dark silken strands flow through my fingers. If it hadn't been for the feeling of her nipples dragging across my chest, and her smooth young body against mine, I probably could have kept playing with her hair for a long time, it was so sensual.
But there was more to Claire than just her hair, and I wanted to learn just how much more. Regretfully, I let her long, dark tresses fall from my hand so I could put my hands on her hips. She let me gently guide her up my body until I could lift my head slightly and kiss her – softly and lovingly. She eagerly responded in kind, her body not moving as she shared her love for me through her lips. When our kiss ended, I looked up and told her 'I love you', and saw the happiness in her eyes as she answered 'And I love you.'
I kissed her again, and the kiss she gave back revealed a little of the passion she was feeling. When we next kissed, her desire was even more evident, and I let my lips part slightly. That was all the invitation she needed to open hers so her tongue could slither into my mouth and begin exploring. It quickly found my own tongue, and the two of them introduced themselves to each other before beginning to dance. Hers retreated, and mine followed to continue the friendship.
By the time our lips separated again, she was panting with desire. She let me guide her a little further up my body, and I made good on my first comment by nibbling on a neck that was just begging for me to do so. I heard her breathing quicken, and began to detect the faint scent of her arousal before expanding efforts to include her shoulders and throat and delicate, shell-like ears. The sent of her increased as she began moaning in response to my attentions. After a bit, I was ready to move on; Claire moved herself even higher on my body without prompting, giving me the opportunity to apply my oral attentions to her upper chest and throat – softly sucking her tawny skin and gently biting her throat as she started pressing her pelvis against me.
My next target was obvious, and my gentlest nudge brought her delectable breasts and nipples within range. I took a few moments to really look at them – she would be hard-pressed to fill a B-cup, but what she had was wonderfully rounded, with small, dark areolas and nipples centered at their peaks. I started by just licking her, from where her breasts flowed into her chest, along their contours to her tightly puckered areolas and erect nipples. When both breasts were faintly shiny with my saliva, I gradually reduced the range of my efforts until I was focusing almost exclusively on sucking and gently 'chewing' her nipples – something that had her pressing herself against me even harder as she panted almost non-stop. Both nipples were fully extended and shiny with my saliva when my hands on her nips let her know that I wanted to continue.
She let me direct how quickly she moved up my body, giving me plenty of time to distribute a multitude of soft kisses and lip-bites on her belly along the way. I paid special attention to the slight 'innie' she had for a navel before moving on. Finally, I felt her long, wispy pubic hair brushing against my chin; she carefully moved her legs so that she was kneeling over my head – giving me a clear view of the area between her smooth, trim thighs.
Her pubic hair was just a small patch that barely covered her mons; though the individual hairs were slightly long, they were sparse, too – I had no trouble seeing the skin of her pudendum between them. Farther down, I could see where the gap in it, where my next goal was. Her labia were small and thin – almost nonexistent, even. But the area between them was readily visible, and shiny with the juices that had escaped her. Lifting my head slightly, I extended my tongue and drew it along her cleft to discover that her oils were light and thin, slightly tangy, but somehow spicy, too. Eagerly, I did it again as she groaned her pleasure at what I was doing. I repeated my efforts several times, each accompanied by pleased groans from Claire. The last time, my tongue continued its journey a little farther to include her clitoris – finding it to be the size of a small pea, erect and sensitive: the first pass of my tongue over it, she involuntarily grunted as her body arched forward in response to what I knew was a spasm of pleasure at the contact.
She'd said that she wanted to have orgasms with me – so I proceeded to give her the best one I could manage.
Over the next several minutes, I did everything I'd learned that pleased a woman orally. I lapped at her opening, collecting the increasing amount of her essence that was leaking out of her. I fastened my mouth over her opening and tried to see if I could lick her tonsils from that end. I gently massaged her clitoris with my lips. I softly sucked on her entire vaginal opening. I twirled my tongue around her clitoris, and softly strummed it with just the tip of my tongue. With each of my actions, her arousal and excitement increased; several times, I let her get to the edge of release, then slide back again. Finally, responding to her anxious – almost desperate – noises, I slowly brought her to just short of release, held her there for a few seconds, and pushed her over the edge.
Her resulting orgasm nearly smothered me when she pressed herself down onto my mouth, almost completely blocking my ability to breathe. On the plus side, however, the intensity of the spasms in her vagina pushed copious amounts of her oils out for me to collect in delight.
Despite the muffling effect of her thighs over my ears, I could still hear her scream of release when her climax began; there was only the one because she simply couldn't draw in enough air to do it again as wave after wave of pleasure slammed her small body.
As her orgasm slowly tapered off, I could feel her thighs begin to tremble because of the intensity of what she'd experienced. That was all the warning I needed to know that I'd likely have to help if I didn't want her collapsing on top of me. I managed to get my arms free enough to reach up and put my hands on her back – doing so just ahead of having her start to fall back. Struggling, I managed to guide her to a controlled crash before easing her off of me and onto the bed. Looking at her, I could tell that she was going to be out of it for a little bit, so I took the opportunity to make a quick trip to the kitchen for something to drink for us (well, mostly her), and something to help her get her energy back. When I returned, I saw that she was starting to come around.
I set the supplies on the nightstand before taking a seat with my back against the headboard; then I carefully got her onto my lap so I could hold her inert body. I'd had her in my arms for just a minute or so before I felt her start to move a little. Another minute or so, and I knew that she was back with me again. I got an open can of soda from the nightstand and offered it to her; she had the energy to reach up and put her hands on it, but not to hold it. Letting her arms fall again, she let me hold the can to her lips and let her drink from it – careful to make sure that I didn't give her more than she could accept. When she'd swallowed about a quarter of the soda, I set it aside long enough to offer her one of the peanut butter crackers we kept around as afternoon snacks for the kids. She had enough control by that time to take it from me – and surprised me by nearly inhaling it. Another cracker disappeared almost as fast before I offered her the soda again. She was able to hold it, and quickly took a few sips before gesturing toward the nightstand. She let me have the soda, and took the couple of crackers from me; they were consumed appreciably more slowly than the first two had been. Another few sips of soda, and she was able to talk to me, asking 'What did you do to me?' with wonder in her voice.
I hugged her gently before answering 'You said you wanted to have orgasms with me, so I tried to give you the best I could.'
She managed to look up at me, a bit owlishly – tough to do with her almond eyes, after all – and said 'Now I understand why Kelly and Jan kept saying that you give them more than they can handle. I don't think I could take much of that, either!'
I smiled and lowered my head to give her a kiss on the tip of her cute little button of a nose before answering 'I'm glad I was able to give you what you wanted.'
She just looked at me for a few seconds before telling me 'If I'd known you were going to do that to me, I'm not so sure I would have asked for it.'
Seeing the concern on my face – I was worried that I'd done something she didn't like – she quickly told me 'No, don't be sorry or anything. I'm not mad or hurt; I guess I'm still in shock that anything could feel like that! What you did, it made me have a climax like I've never had before – and it's just a little scary to know that I can feel that good, is all.' She looked into my eyes and assured me 'What you did was fine – way better than just fine, even. In fact, I love you even more now, just knowing that you would be willing to make me feel that good, even though we can't do more. When I said I wasn't sure I would have asked for you to do that, I meant that I wasn't sure I'd have the courage to ask for it, not that I was sorry that it did happen, okay?'
