moan her frustration, and try to arch her hips up to recapture me – but I would move with her, and continue my teasing for a few more moments before filling her again in a single, rapid thrust that always brought a deep groan of satisfaction from her.
A few more minutes, and I could see that she was starting to get a little tired from holding her legs open for me. Her eyes opened to look at me when I paused in our lovemaking, but she understood why I'd stopped when I moved to put my arms behind her knees to hold her legs up and open. She smiled her appreciation, then closed her eyes and started moaning again when I again started pistoning in and out of her. With the slight change in her position, I was entering her at a slightly different angle – and able to penetrate her deeply enough that my pubic bone would bump against her clitoris with each of my thrusts. It didn't take much of that before her head was tossing back and forth as she started muttering unintelligible – but obviously passionate – Tagalog again.
Knowing how aroused she'd gotten when I sucked on her breasts, and how she'd responded when I'd stimulated her clitoris while we were making love, it was inevitable that I would try a different combination.
Lowering my head, I took one of her nipples in my mouth and started sucking on it; when I did, she nearly went wild underneath me: hunching her hips toward me, her head whipping back and forth, and the increased volume of her voice as she continued announcing her pleasure and arousal.
Even when all I did was softly suck on her breasts, she enjoyed what I was doing – but when my attention was on her nipples, and particularly when I was sucking on them, it was clear that that was what she liked best. As I was switching back and forth between her nipples, giving each of them a thorough cleaning and nursing at them, I was surprised to feel Marlyn's vagina start clasping at me again as she got closer and closer to another orgasm.
Figuring 'what the hell…', I just kept going: maintaining a steady pistoning in and out of her as I continued to suck on her nipples, and softly bite at her puckered areolas. A couple minutes later, I wasn't surprised when she suddenly clamped down on me again as she released a long, loud cry of release. By that time, she had stretched enough inside that I was able to keep thrusting in her as I continued sucking on her nipples – apparently making her climax that much stronger, and drawing it out even longer as she gasped and shuddered and moaned her way through it.
As her climax tapered off, I slowed my movement in her – but didn't stop it. After what turned out to be the last of her spasms passed through her, her eyes suddenly flew open as she looked up at me in surprise.
'You didn't climax?' she asked, concerned.
'No, not yet. But next time, I think.' I answered.
'You… you aren't unhappy with me?'
I smiled in reassurance, and told her 'No, not even a little bit. You make me feel very happy. I like to make love with you like this, and I wanted to do it some more, so I waited is all.'
Comforted that she wasn't doing anything wrong – and was actually pleasing me – she closed her eyes again as she enjoyed feeling me inside her.
I was starting to feel a little warm and tired; a drop of sweat trickled off my face and landed squarely between her breasts. She opened her eyes at the sensation, and looked up to see what had caused it. When she saw that I was hot and sweating a little, she quickly reached up to wipe the sweat from my face – and went on to see that I was getting tired, as well.
'You said that we could make love with me on top of you?' she asked.
'Yes, that is one way.' I answered.
She smiled, and said 'I think I have made you tired. You lay down, and we will make love that way, now.'
I lowered my head so the two of us could share a kiss before I pulled myself free of her. As I did, I could feel her pelvis rise up as she tried to keep me inside her for as long as she could.
When I was able to move, she guided me to lay down on my back, then quickly moved to lie on top of me with a leg on each side of me. A little adjustment of her position, and she reached between us again to lift my erection so that the end of it rested against her opening.
Pressing back, she readily took me inside again; easing herself backwards a bit, she soon had herself wrapped around my erection as she lay on top of me. She lifted her body to support herself with her arms, and started a slow rocking motion that easily moved her up and down my erection. Satisfied that she was doing it properly, she lowered her body slightly so that her erect nipples dragged across my chest as she moved.
After a couple of minutes of this, she experimented a little more, and found that if she arched and straightened her back, she could move herself on me while keeping her head steady – allowing us to kiss as we made love.
It also brought her breast within reach; I cupped them in my hands, feeling their delightful weight as I ran my thumbs over her hard nipples.
After a while, she raised up again, sitting straight over me as she raised and lowered herself on my stiff member. I looked between us, watching as the core of her womanhood alternately hid and revealed my manhood. She leaned forward slightly, to brace herself with her hands on my chest. That left me free to caress as much of her body as I could reach while I watch her breasts as they swayed in slow counterpoint to her self-impalement.
Over the next several minutes, Marlyn gradually sped up the pace with which she was moving over me – and the force, as well. It wasn't long before I heard a frustrated whimper from her when she tried to take my entire length inside her again. I had felt a few of the fluttering sensations she made, and knew that she was getting close to her climax.
The increased force and speed that she was using as she moved over me were having an effect on me, too – so I was more than willing to help her with her problem.
I put my hands on her hips to slow her down, and then stop her. When she looked at me, I told her 'You aren't in a good position for that. If you will get on your feet and squat over me, I think you will be able to do what you want.'
She nodded her understanding, and put her weight on her arms as she carefully – so as to not pull free of me – moved to get her legs under her. That left her squatting over me, as I'd suggested, and she was easily able to lower herself far enough to get all of me inside her again. She got a delighted smile on her face when she felt me completely filling her again, and seemed even more pleased when she found out that the new position also let her raise and lower herself onto me more quickly, as well. In less than a minute, she was moving on me even faster than she had been before – and I could feel it as the fluttering of her vagina increased, as well.
It was only a few minutes more before I felt my balls tighten up – the combination of how she was moving on me, the way her vagina felt around me, and the feeling of 'bottoming out' in her with every stroke finally combined to bring me to the edge of release. A few more seconds, and I knew it was going to happen; I gasped out 'I'm going to do it!' as she was lifting herself off of me. When she lowered herself again, it happened – the first pulse of my hot semen jetted out the end of my erection to immediately wash the depths of her womanhood. I knew she could feel it when her eyes flew open, and she got a distant stare on her face that was focused on a point about ten light years into space.
Even as I was flooding the deepest part of her with the second spurt of my seed, I felt her tighten around me as she cried out the arrival of her own release. I was already in her as far as I could go, but she still pressed herself down on me, trying to get as much of me inside her as she could while I continued to fill her with my jism. I couldn't stop myself from reaching up to squeeze her breasts and firmly pinch her nipples while she continued to cry out with each wave of her climax.
I was the first to finish, and I could feel our mixed juices being forced out around my still-erect penis by the clenching of her vagina.
Only when the duration and frequency of her spasms dropped off did she finally come back to our planet long enough to all but collapse on top of me with my erection still buried in her. Even then, there were still a few more flutters that passed through her – but they were aftershocks from the main event.
Her head was resting on my chest, and I could feel her breath on my sparse chest hairs as she panted her way back from her release. Both of us were covered in a thin film of perspiration, and the gentle air currents from the ventilation system helped cool us from our exertions – doing more for Marlyn, than me, because of her position on top of me.
After a couple of minutes, I could feel that Marlyn's breathing had slowed and stabilized, so I wasn't surprised when she finally moved.
What did surprise me, though, was the ferocity of her hug when she tried to wrap her arms around me, and the frequency of the kisses that she applied to my face and head and chest and shoulders. I was even more surprised,
