her hand. When I moved to kiss her cheek again, Kelly turned her head so that our lips met. From that initial contact, our lips soon parted so that we could duel with each other's tongues. I continued to grow under Kelly's tender care, even as I felt her nipple getting even longer and harder under my hand. After a bit, I moved my hand to her other breast to bring it up to speed with the first as Kelly continued to stroke me toward erection while we kissed.
We'd already made love several times during the trip, but this one was special. I knew that Kelly's desire for us to make love wasn't triggered by the money she'd spent. Rather, I'd encouraged her to express her concern for, and interest in, others; so she was physically expressing the love she had for me, just as we had used our hearts and pockets to show others our love and concern for them.
As I felt myself getting close to being completely hard, I let my hand ease its way down Kelly's body, ending up at the soft, dark cloud between her thighs. She readily spread her legs for me so that I could draw a finger between her wet and extended labia. As it passed over the entrance to her womanhood, I could feel how hot and wet she was inside.
I repeated my actions a few more times; with each pass, I let my finger dip a little deeper into her. By the time I finally let my finger slide into her slick opening, Kelly was panting slightly with her arousal and caressing my full- blown erection with more and more insistence.
When I knew she was completely ready for me, I slowly pulled my finger free of the clasp of her vaginal muscles. Despite all the times that we'd taken pleasure in each other's bodies, she still felt wonderfully hot and tight to me.
With my finger free of her intimate grasp, she quickly pulled my hand up so that she could take my finger into her mouth to clean her own juices from it. When she'd removed even the faintest taste of herself from it, she let me pull it free of her lips with a soft 'pop' before giving me a wanton, lecherous grin.
Kelly went on to put a hand on my chest to nudge me over onto my back; once there, she moved over me to start kissing her way down my body until she got as far as my penis. She locked eyes with me before slowly lowering her head to take the head of my penis into her mouth. To my surprise, she only held me there for a few seconds – just long enough to give me a thorough coating of her saliva before raising herself up again to straddle my hips. Once in position, she took me into her hand and held me in place as she lowered herself onto my still- glistening member.
With only a couple of tries, she had me completely inside her, moaning her pleasure when she felt our pubic hair mesh.
After a few seconds, she leaned forward to make her breasts available to me. Firm as they were the first time I sampled them, her breasts were a delight to the eye: a trifle larger than a B-cup, they were smooth and without blemish. Her areolas were relatively small and puckered with her arousal. They, in turn, were capped by the hard pebbles of her nipples.
I happily took the end of one of her breasts in my mouth and started sucking on it – which brought a soft moan of pleasure from Kelly. When I'd drawn her nipple and areola to form little volcanoes in my mouth, I switched over to do the same to the other. As I was doing all this, I was also letting my hands wander across her body – caressing her sides and hips, back and butt, legs and arms. I could never touch her without again marveling at how smooth and soft and clear her skin was.
While I was nursing at her breasts and delighting at the feel of her under my hands, Kelly started moving over me slightly by beginning a slow, short hunching motion on my penis. Moving barely an inch along my member, she was consciously using her internal muscles to clench herself around me – using her vagina to milk my erection the way a farmer would milk a cow: relaxing herself as she lowered herself onto me, then tightening around me as she lifted herself up again.
The sensations she was creating felt exquisite (!!), so it wasn't long before I was willing to release her nipple from my mouth and let her raise her body so that she was sitting over me again. I was able to reach up and cup her breasts in my hand while she slowly increased the extent of her movements over me; before long, she was sliding herself along my entire length, with only the head of my erection staying inside her. Her motions were still slow and languorous; I knew that I wasn't making love to her – SHE was making love to me. Even as I was savoring the sensations she was creating around me, I couldn't help but contemplate my good fortune that such a warm, loving, intelligent, and*attractive* young woman would choose to give herself to someone nearly twice her age.
For perhaps ten minutes we stayed like that, with Kelly's actions steadily increasing our mutual arousal and pleasure. She leaned forward several times to let me lick and suck on her breasts and nipples as she continued her self-impalements on my male spear. Only a couple of times was I tempted to contribute more to our excitement. Both times, I easily dismissed the mild urge; our lovemaking like this was Kelly's gift to me, and I had no desire to interfere. Instead, I accepted the love and affection and pleasure that she was offering me, in the spirit that she was giving them – and it only made me fall in love with her all over again.
Other than our soft pants of arousal and an occasional moan of pleasure, our lovemaking was silent – and somehow, the more personal and intimate because of it. The only way I knew Kelly was keeping pace with my own steadily increasing excitement was how she was getting even hotter and tighter around me. She was creating more than ample fluids to keep us lubricated: I could feel my pubic hair getting matted from the overflow of her feminine oils, and the room was thick with the scent of her.
Several more wonderful minutes passed, and I could feel myself slowly approaching my climax. I knew that Kelly was as aroused as I was – if not more – from the deep blush of arousal that started at her shoulders and ran all the way down to the upper slopes of her breasts. Too, I could feel her beginning to lose control over her internal muscles: rather than tightening herself around me only when she was lifting herself off of me, it was happening more and more often at other times, as well.
As she (and I!) got closer and closer to release, her actions on me lost some of their stately pace. Rather than ten or twelve seconds for her to complete a cycle of catch-and-release, it was now five or six – and ever so slowly decreasing. A few more minutes, and I could feel myself approaching the brink; it wasn't going to be much longer before I filled her with my seed.
Kelly seemed to know how close I was, and deliberately slowed her movements again – both extending, and deepening, my pleasure. But there comes a point where there's no stopping the inevitable: Kelly lowered herself onto me again, and when she tightened herself around me, I couldn't help but start flooding her with my seed. Her eyes flew open when she felt it, and I saw as she clamped her mouth shut to stop from screaming her own release. Instead, she only emitted a long, deep groan of pleasure as I felt her insides start spasming around me while I continued to empty myself into her in long, powerful jets of ecstasy.
After the first tsunami of release had passed through her, Kelly let herself lean forward to put her hands on my chest. Using her arms to support herself, I felt – and watched – as a succession of powerful waves of orgasmic bliss took her over. Only after the fourth or fifth had run their course was there any noticeable decrease in their power as I felt myself deposit the last little bit of my available semen in her.
Gasping for breath – as I was – Kelly lowered herself to lay on me as relatively minor tremors rippled through her body. Despite emptying myself in her, I was still semi-erect – something that clearly pleased
When I'd caught my breath, I started giving her small, tender kisses as a way to help her find a solid point of reference. In a couple of minutes, she was recovered enough to start returning them; we spent the next little while content to be in such close contact with each other.
Neither of us felt any need to talk: both of us had felt the deep intimacy and affection of our passion, so we were content to simply continue exchanging soft, gentle, loving kisses. Only when my penis softened enough to pull free of her did Kelly move; and even then, it was only so she could roll off of me to lie on her back next to me. I moved to lie on my side, and put my arm across her to give her a hug before simply holding her close.
Kelly had been the one to put the effort into our lovemaking, so I wasn't surprised as I watched her fall asleep. Careful not to disturb her, I went into the bathroom and got a damp washcloth and towel, bringing them back to the bed with me. I gently cleaned our combined juices from between her thighs, taking care not to disturb her, before drying her. I went on to clean myself up, and took the cloth and towel back into the bathroom before getting back into bed with her. I moved to lie on my side next to her again. When she felt me next to her, she woke slightly and lifted her legs a bit in invitation for me to curl up next to her so she could let them drape over mine – the effect being that she would be 'sitting' on my 'lap'. It was her favorite way for us to cuddle, and I quickly moved to do as she wanted. With a murmur of happiness, she wriggled a bit closer to me before I rested my arm on her body. I put
