This experience was the last of three I have had with said girl so far, but it was the most intense and the most interesting in my opinion. I can only pray that it is not the last.
That night, we began like two kids who really wanted the same thing but neither would admit it first. Face to face, coy and quick bites at one another. She had told me she had to give her pussy a break from the two nights prior, and I honestly didn't think I could perform up to par myself, but unable to keep my hands off of her, our fun had already begun.
Within moments I had her clothes off, well mostly, because most people will agree when you crave the person beneath you and her pants are still wrapped around her ankle, you tend to not care about it. I wasted no time to penetrate her, working slow and with purpose, her hands pinned against one another by one of mine, while the other ran up and along her side. Not being used to my size, she urged me to be easy on her, nothing too deep and nothing too fast. I'm not going to lie that's not quite my style, but I listened and kept my heart beat down.
Our first session was what I would call standard. I came, she came, rolled around in the grime for a bit and then semi passed out.
Thats not the important part.
What happened next is what I really want to talk about.
As we lay there I began playing with her clit. Soft, circular motions, warming her up for a second round. She mentioned something about being lost in the feeling, and I replied with something about trance work. She said she had been in one before, so I asked her if she wanted to be in one again. Upon saying yes, I changed my tone, slowing my words and bringing about the steps. Counting down, with her breathing slowing, I continued to caress her clit, which was getting wetter and wetter as though her body was craving the words more than the feeling. By the count of one she was lost, a guided relaxation fed off of the manipulation of her most tender of parts. I took her through the clouds, into space with the stars and the calm, moving my fingers slowly inside her and exploring her body while trying to stay focused on where I was really taking her.
I wanted her to orgasm from the experience. I thought this was way too surreal to end on an average note. As I brought her back down I began to quicken my motions. Feeling her quiver beneath my fingers was the fuel I needed to continue. She began to arch, her mouth in a silent gasp for what must have been 20 minutes, a constant pulse as sweat beaded across both of our bodies. Faster I moved as her breathing became short, I wanted to build her up as I brought her out. I remember shaking as I counted back down from 10, bringing her back to the bed, and the sheets, and my hands on her skin. At five I could feel her entire body tensing, moving with me as I worked her. At one she gasped, her back leaving the bed as she tightened and released, but I wasn't done, I wanted to push it. She went to jump on me but I held her down, moving so I could use my tongue on her. Without hesitation I began, holding her legs as I kept her cumming. I swear I did it for 30 minutes, licking her and tasting her until neither of our bodies could continue....then we did it some more.
We only stopped when I couldn't control her spasming waist anymore. For what felt like an hour we just laid there, barely talking, barely breathing. Afterwords she told me she had never experienced anything like that. I agreed. It was the most intense thing I think I've ever been a part of......My jaw still hurts :D