At first, I was afraid that you'd say something, or that you were just doing it because you thought you had to, or something like that; but when you KEPT doing it, I relaxed, and then it started feeling better and better, until WHAM!'
I grinned at her, and asked 'And when you kissed me?'
She blushed a little, and answered 'I forgot about it until I had my tongue in your mouth – then I could kind of taste it. It really surprised me, actually, but it wasn't a*bad* taste or anything, so I just figured to hell with it.'
I laughed, and said 'Yeah, I did notice that last part', and getting another small blush from her before I went on 'It's okay, Amy. I think every woman wonders what she tastes like after a guy does that to her.'
'Do all women taste like that… me?'
I laughed, and answered 'I can't speak for ALL women. From my limited experience' – she snorted at that – 'I have to say 'kind of'. You taste different than Lucy, who tastes different than Robyn, who tastes different than Sandra. Yet, in a way, all of you taste a little bit the same – kind of like the basic chemistry is consistent, but each woman adds her own unique character to it.'
She put her hands on my sides, and started caressing me as she raised her head to place a number of small, soft kisses on my face and neck and shoulders. As she moved, I could feel her soft pubis brushing against my semi-erect penis; that, with the feeling of her firm breasts pressing against my chest started getting me hard again. When she felt it, she stopped kissing me, and asked 'You're going to make love to me now?'
'If you want me to.' I answered.
She grinned, and said 'I want.'
I lowered my head as she raised hers, and we shared a gentle, but passionate, kiss as I let myself slide down her body, until my erection was laying against the outside of her mons. She raised her knees, and locked her ankles behind my back so that her pelvis was tilted up. That put her opening almost directly under the head of my penis; when our kiss broke, I eased myself back a little more, so that the head slid down to rest against her opening. I felt her tense slightly when she felt me pressing slightly against her entrance, and immediately stopped.
I saw the faint trace of fear in her eyes, and told her 'It's okay.
We're only going to make love IF you want to, and WHEN you want to.'
She gave a nervous laugh, and said 'I DO want to. It's just that all the times before, the guy just*pushed* himself into me, and if it didn't hurt, it was uncomfortable.'
I smiled at her, and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before telling her 'Amy, I'm not those guys. And you're not that girl, any more. I'm not going to be making love TO you, and you're not going to be making love TO me – we're going to be making love TOGETHER. Both of us, as equal partners. I understand what your experience was before, so I'm going to wait until you let me know that you're ready, okay?'
I could see the relief in her face, and a few moments later, felt her gradually relax under me. A few seconds after that, when she realized that I wasn't moving, that I was literally waiting for her to let me know she was ready, I felt her arch her back a bit, pressing her vaginal opening against me. I still didn't move, and she did it again, more insistently, before telling me 'Please. I'm ready. Make love with me.'
With that, she reached down between us and took hold of my erection, sliding it between her labia so that the head was coated with her woman's oils, before holding me steady at her opening.
When she nodded to me, I pressed myself forward, firmly but gently.
After a few seconds, I saw her frown, and immediately stopped pressing against her. She got a surprised look on her face, and asked me 'What? What happened?'
'You looked like something was wrong – you frowned about something, so I stopped.'
She looked confused for a moment, then smiled, saying 'Oh. I was just thinking that you've been so patient and gentle with me, I wished it was easier for you. I must have made a face then, because I was upset with myself.'
'Amy, there's nothing for you to be upset with yourself ABOUT. You've told me what your first time was like, and what your boyfriend in college was like. I know your sexual experiences haven't been very good. I*want* to help you change that. I*want* to do what it takes to help you learn to enjoy _making love_, and not just tolerate having sex. Don't worry about me – I'm here because I WANT to be.
Okay?'
She nodded, and told me 'I keep forgetting just how MUCH of a dear you are. Okay, no more bad flashbacks on what happened before. I'm here, now, with you.'
That said, she pressed herself against me again, letting me know she was still ready. I pushed myself forward again, carefully, so that I was pressed against her opening. We looked into each other's eyes as I was doing that, and I could feel it as she let herself accept that I wasn't going to just bull my way into her. After several seconds, she'd relaxed enough that I could feel her entrance start to open up to me – and shortly after that, we both felt the head of my erection slide past the ring of her opening. Again, I stopped, waiting to see if she was experiencing any pain, or other discomfort. She let me know she wasn't by reaching down to put her hands on my ass, trying to pull me into her. From what she'd said, I knew that she was all too used to having a man try to bury himself in as few strokes as he could manage; from how tight she was, I didn't think that she'd been sexually active for quite some time. So I took my time – pausing whenever she looked hesitant or apprehensive, and making sure to withdraw from her a little ways every so often, to be certain that her oils were well-distributed along my length. It took a couple of minutes before we felt our pelvises touch – when they did, she got a mildly surprised look on her face, and looked up at me to exclaim 'It didn't hurt! It wasn't even uncomfortable!'
Saddened by hearing her talk that way, I lowered my head to give her a kiss that she eagerly returned.
Underneath me, I could feel her moving slightly as she experimented with this new, obviously pleasant, sensation. I waited calmly, knowing that the more comfortable she got with it now, the more enjoyable she'd find it later. After a couple of minutes, she stopped moving to hug me again, and tell me 'I didn't know it could feel like this – it feels*good* to have you inside me!'
With that acceptance from her, I figured it was okay to finally show her what making
I watched the expression on her face change when I slid myself out of her about half way; only to see her eyes widen when I filled her up again. Back out, until only the head of my penis was in her, then back in again, until our pubic hair merged. The smile on her face as she felt me moving inside her was a sight to behold – there wasn't a doubt in my mind that after tonight, she'd remember*this* sexual experience much more often than those she'd had before.
After a few more of the slow strokes in and out of her, I could see that she was ready – even eager – for things to move along; still, I took my time about speeding up, so that she'd have ample time to let me know if anything was wrong.
It wasn't.
In only a couple of minutes, I'd escalated into a steady pistoning in and out of Amy's tight, wet womanhood; from the way she hunched herself up at me on the inward strokes, I knew that she found it as pleasurable as I did – if not more so. She even lifted her head a couple of times to look down between us, where she could see my glistening erection sliding in and out of her; once, while she was watching, I heard her mutter 'Oh, god! I can see it, and feel it, at the same time!' before letting her head drop back to the pillow.
I was amazed when, after only a few minutes, she seemed to have a small orgasm, her vagina clamping down on me as I continued to slide in and out of her. It seemed to pass after only a few seconds, but when she opened her eyes, I could see that they were slightly glazed, and that she had a slightly distant look on her face. It passed quickly enough, and I lowered my head to suck on her breasts and nipples. I started to feel a little strain on my back, and moved to relieve it by sitting back on my heels; I didn't even have to reach for her to pull her closer – she stayed right with me, making sure that I was inside her the whole time. Once in a more comfortable position, one that didn't require me to support my body with my arms, my hands were free to begin caressing her body. Once, when I had caressed her face, she turned her head and wrapped her lips around one of my fingers, sucking on it for a bit as she stared into my eyes – an exceptionally erotic moment.
I also used my hands to squeeze and play with her breasts and nipples, something that she seemed to enjoy tremendously, holding my hands in place when I did it. When I reached down to softly rub her exposed clitoris, she had another one of her mini-orgasms, this one a little stronger that the first. I was fascinated by how her entire
