Dorsai - Taxi

Once we were both ready, I simply had to lean down and take each of her erect nipples between my lips and gently 'chew' on them before sucking on them for a few moments – accompanied by her soft moan of pleasure, and bringing both of them to glistening hardness before releasing them again.

With my hands on either side of her body, I held my torso over hers as I slowly pressed myself into her; she responded with a deep moan, spreading her legs to let me enter her as deeply as possible while she lifted her hands to begin caressing my chest and sides. When I could feel my pelvis pressing against hers, I just as slowly eased myself back out of her until the tight ring of her opening was clenched around me just behind the glans of my erection. As I started to move into her again, she lifted her head to watch as my manhood gradually disappeared into her hot, wet channel. Her eyes widened, and I could see as the blush of her arousal deepened and extended to the upper slopes of her breasts; she groaned passionately before I heard her soft mutter "God! How much I've missed out on, not knowing how good this should feel!"

Over the next few minutes, I gradually and carefully increased the speed at which I moved in her until I found the rhythm that pleased her the most. With that accomplished, all that was left for me was to delight in the feel of her as I tried to see just what kinds of orgasms I could help her have before I either climaxed myself, or had to change positions again.

I easily saw her through three progressively stronger climaxes before I started to feel the first sensations of my own release. By the time her fourth orgasm ended, I knew that her next one would have me spilling my seed into her – and quietly resolved to make it as good of a memory for her as I could.

I started by ending each penetration into her with a little extra push of my hips, causing my pubic bone to bump against her clitoris a bit more. As I'd figured, it didn't take much of that before she was arching herself up toward me in response; from there, it wasn't difficult to slowly alter the way that I did it: from simply 'bumping' her clit at the end of a gentle thrust into her, to making the thrusts themselves more energetic. I deliberately made the transition from one to the other as gradual as I could and Kat not only accepted change, but plainly found even more pleasure from it as evidenced by an increase in her wetness inside and the amount of noise she made.

I could feel it when Kat's vagina started clenching around me, and the added stimulation moved me toward my own release a lot more quickly than I wanted it to; I was even starting to wonder if I'd started something I couldn't properly finish when she suddenly froze under me. The rippling of her vaginal muscles around my cock was a LOT more stimulating that the way she'd felt before, and it wasn't but a few more strokes before I simply had to try and stuff as much of my cock into her as I could before trying to coat her tonsils with my semen. Even as I was emptying myself into her with more force than I'd experienced in a long time, I could tell that her orgasm was far, far stronger than anything else she'd experienced thus far: between the powerful spasms that I could feel coursing through her body, it was all she could do to take deep, shuddering gasps of air before the next wave of pleasure overwhelmed her.

Well after I'd emptied my balls in her, the sensations her womanhood created around my dick were enough to keep me aroused: if I wasn't still completely hard, I was damn sure close to it!

Still, the human body has its limits, and Kat proved to be no exception. Eventually, her climax simply had to end; when she finally opened her eyes and saw that I was holding myself over her, she surprised me with how quickly she wrapped her arms around me, and the ferocity of the hug she gave me. Still panting slightly from oxygen deprivation, she managed to tell me "Dear God, that was incredible! I didn't know anything like that was even possible, never mind thinking that I could ever experience it!"

Lowering my head, I softly kissed her lips before telling her "I was trying to make it the best I could for you. I'm glad you liked it."

Amazed, she looked up at me and asked "You were trying to make that happen for me? On purpose?"

Smiling, I answered "Yes, to both. You said you wanted to find out what feels good for you; you seem to have enjoyed the other things we've done, so I figured you wouldn't mind trying one more."

Looking at me, she said "It felt real good when you started pressing yourself against me, and by the time I realized that you had changed to doing MORE than that, it simply felt too damn good. Before, when my husband did anything like that, it didn't feel good for me – but it only happened when he was almost done, so I learned to live with it. But now… tonight… somehow, you made it different. How? Why?"

After kissing the tip of her nose, I answered "I think it was probably a couple of things. First, we were making love because you wanted us to. Second, you had already learned how to enjoy sex, so when I changed from doing the one thing to the other, you didn't have any reason not to continue enjoying it. Or even enjoying it MORE, if I'm not mistaken", with a grin.

She grinned in response before telling me "Oh, yes, I enjoyed it just fine."

My shoulders were starting to get a little tired, and when I shifted my weight slightly, Kat realized that I was still inside her – and still (mostly) erect. I saw her eyes get big before she said "I… I was sure I felt you squirting in me. It made me climax even harder…"

"Yes, I did cum in you. But the way you felt around me, and the way you still feel, feels real good to me, and is helping keep me like this. Are you saying you don't want me in you now?", I asked, teasing her.

She immediately informed me "I'm certainly not saying that!" before realizing that I was teasing. Somewhat abashed, she quietly told me "No, I was just surprised, is all. It feels good having you in me like that, and it's nice how you're holding yourself over me the way you are. It's like cuddling, only better."

After kissing her lips again, I told her "I'll be happy to stay like this for as long as I can."

She crinkled her nose before she said "I know we can't stay like this for too long."

"No – but that doesn't mean that we have to make any big deal about what happens, either."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean that when I finally slip out of you, there's no reason that either of us has to jump up and run off to clean up. I liked the holding and touching and cuddling before we started making love, and I just don't think there's any reason not to do those things afterwards, too." I pretty much expected that she'd gotten up as soon as she could after sex (I didn't figure it could rightly be called 'making love') with her husband, and hoped to get her to start thinking differently about post-coitus, too.

She seemed a bit uncertain, and I remembered something she'd said earlier: "After we touched ourselves and I was holding you, you told me that after you'd had my cum in you, you weren't going to worry about having it ON you. Unless something has changed since then, is there any reason for us not to simply enjoy being together for a little longer after we've made each other feel so good?"

She considered that for a few moments before smiling up at me and saying "No, nothing has changed; and there's no reason at all we can't do that. In fact, I think I'd like that!" before lifting her head long enough to give me a kiss on the lips.

We stayed like that, with me over her, as my penis ever so slowly deflated; when I finally slipped out of her, we shared a kiss before I lifted myself off of her to see what she wanted to do. She rolled over onto her side before turning her head to look at me and ask "Hold me?"