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sensation had stopped, she still generated small fluttering and clenching movements that were more than sufficient to keep me erect.

Even after her breathing returned to normal, it took Kelly a couple of minutes to realize that I was still hard, and still inside her. When it hit her, though, she lifted herself up enough to look into my face, her eyes wide, and say 'You're still hard?! After all that, you're still hard? I can't believe it!'

'Trust me, Kelly, it most definitely wasn't easy – you'll never know just how close it was for me, there at the end.'

'Yeah, but…'

'Yeah, but, I didn't think you would want to stop just yet, so I tried very hard not to shoot too soon, so that I could keep going.', I interrupted.

She looked at me for a moment, and said, 'You knew I'd want to do this some more?'

'I didn't know you would, but from the way you've acted until now, it seemed like a pretty safe bet. Why, don't you want to?', I teased.

'Damn right I do! I'm just surprised – and glad! – that you would, uh, do that for me.'

'Kelly, for the umpteenth – and I hope final – time: I'm here, now, for you. We can keep going as long as we've got the time, can muster up the energy, and I can stay – or get – hard for you. This is your time, and I'm here for you, okay?', I said, gently.

'Until this very moment, I really didn't understand just what you meant by that. I knew that you were going slow and letting me take my time so that I wouldn't be too nervous or anything. But I didn't think that you would go as far as trying so hard not to shoot your stuff – your semen – so that I could do this some more. I thought that once you were in me, that was the end of it, and you'd shoot your stuff whenever you felt good enough.'

'Kelly, I'm a little disappointed to hear that. I'd really hoped that you would think more of me than that, and know me better than to think that I could be that selfish in a situation as special as this, for someone I love as much as I do you.', I said, softly.

Her eyes teared up, and she hung her head as she told me 'Dan, I'm sorry. I knew you were kind, and gentle, and patient, and courteous, and everything else. I knew that you were a very special person; my mistake is that I just didn't know – until now – how special. Believe me, I've learned – boy, howdy! have I learned! – just how special you are, and I'll never, EVER doubt you or misjudge you again. I just hope you can forgive me.'

'It's okay, dear. There's nothing to be sorry for, and no need for me to forgive you – you disappointed me, a little, but my feelings aren't hurt. The important thing is that you learned; I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me like that on purpose. You know better, now, so that's the end of it, okay?'

She nodded, and lay back down on my chest, hugging me. I felt a couple of tears wet my chest hairs, and heard a couple of sniffles, but nothing more.

At least, nothing more until the sensation of still having my erect penis in her started to get to her. At first, she just moved around, slightly, trying to enjoy it without getting aroused, but that didn't work; and before long, I could feel her face and chest getting warm from the blush of arousal she was experiencing.

Finally, though, it was more than she could pretend to ignore, and she sat up again, settling herself firmly on my erection. Looking at me with an impish smile, she said 'Okay, you're right – I do want to do it again, but my legs are tired. Can we do it another way, so that YOU do all the work this time?', followed with a giggle.

'Sure, there's all kinds of ways – anything that gets your part 'A' matched up with my part 'B' will work. There's the so-called 'missionary' position' – she snorted at that – 'where you're on your back, and I'm on top, between your legs. Then there's the 'doggy' or 'dog style' position, named for what should be obvious reasons. Beyond that, we can be on our sides, change one of the missionary or doggy positions a little, or anything else that gets us lined up right, up to and including standing on our heads.', that last part getting me a laugh.

'I think I want to start with you on top of me, and then maybe the other one, the doggy thing.'

'Your wish is my command, oh nymph of great beauty and little wit!'

She laughed at me, and said, 'Little wit, huh? You just wait and see what kind of wit I've got, there, mister!' before slowly raising herself up – I could see that her thigh muscles were tired – and then moving over to sit next to me. Once free to move, I sat up, and moved around so that she could lay down on her back, with her head resting on one of the pillows.

With lust in her eyes, she looked at me, and deliberately spread her legs – where I could see a very few, very small specks of blood – and bringing her knees up, so that I could clearly see her woman-spot, and how wet and aroused she was. Teasing her, I slowly knee-walked over to between her legs, her eyes growing larger as she watched my erection sway in front of me, still glistening with her juices. To my surprise, she sat up again, and leaned forward to take me into her mouth – and cleaning her fluids off me with her tongue, again savoring the taste of herself. Satisfied that she'd gotten most of it, she ran her tongue up and down my length, re-coating me with a different lubrication before lying down again with a mischievous look on her face.

I paused for a bit, to drink in her beauty – the smooth, soft skin; the firm breasts with dark, erect nipples; the gentle curve of her hips; the dark, but smoky appearance of her pubic area; the smooth gentle curves of her legs; and my target, the wet extended lips between her graceful legs.

Leaning forward, I placed my hands on either side of her, and as she watched, lowered my pelvis until I was approximately in position to push my way into her warm cavern. She pulled her legs a little farther apart, and raised her knees more, giving me better access to her, and when I started to reach down to position my erection, she murmured 'Let me do that!', and reached between us to take hold of me, and guide the head to her entrance, holding it there as I slowly pushed my way in, stopping when the head had popped through the ring of her vaginal mouth. She released me, then, and moved her hands up to cup her breasts, and squeeze her nipples between her fingers. Our gazes met then, and we stared into each other's eyes as I gently hunched my hips, pushing myself fully into her in one slow, continuous movement, eliciting a gasp from her when my pubic bone bumped her clitoris.

In her completely, I paused for a moment, and rather than pull out again, repeatedly pressed forward again slightly, applying a rhythmic pressure against her clitoris. She grunted each time I did, and the blush on her face and chest had deepened considerably by the time I quit. Only then did I withdraw about halfway, before sliding back into her, where I paused briefly before doing it again, then again. Before long, I had a slow rhythm going, and Kelly had pulled her knees back enough that her feet were by my hips, tilting herself up enough that I was pistoning straight in and out of her. Not long after that, she was starting to hunch herself up toward me as she continued to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, eyes closed and panting for breath.

With that sight for encouragement, I slowly started increasing my strokes, pulling out until just the head was in her before driving back in until our pelvises met. A few minutes later, I started varying my strokes: pulling out until the end of my erection was barely held in place by her labia, and then rapidly moving in-and-out through the mouth of her opening; pressing in a short distance, withdrawing slightly, and pressing in again (two steps forward, one back approach); changing the angle of my entry; withdrawing some distance and then using short, rapid strokes to rabbit-fuck just a small area of her tight sheath; entering her slowly and then withdrawing quickly, or just the reverse, or some mixture of the two; or, as I'd done at first, entering her completely, and then repeatedly bumping her clitoris with my pelvic bone.

As she got progressively more aroused, I slowed the changes of what I was doing, and gradually settled in to a steady, straightforward pistoning of her wet channel; the liquid sounds of our union were clearly audible over our panting, and her gasping and moaning and incoherent muttering. To my surprise, as I started to feel myself approaching release, she suddenly hunched herself up at me, nearly lifting me off the floor, before her internal muscles clamped down on me as she started to orgasm. As she did, I stopped my thrusting (tight as she was, I couldn't move much anyway!), and lowered my head to kiss her face briefly before taking her shoulder in my teeth and softly biting it in time with her spasms.

This orgasm wasn't as strong, and didn't last as long, as the others, but she seemed happy with it – when she opened her eyes after it ended (and I'd released her shoulder), she looked up at me and gave me one of the most beatific smiles I'd seen in a long time. It didn't take her as long, either, to realize that I was still inside her, and ready to continue. Sighing, she told me 'You never stop surprising me – very, very pleasantly!'

I smiled back at her, and gave a tentative press with my hips. Her eyes closed, and she moaned slightly as she pressed back against me, before opening her eyes again and saying 'You obviously can, so if it's okay, I want to try that dog position you told me about!'

'Sure, we can do that' – 'I'll bet!' – 'As soon as we change around a little.'

Teasing her, I pulled out in slow, reluctant stages, so that when I was nearly free, she was hunched up toward