Dorsai - Taxi

Wrapping my arms around her again, I gently stroked her back and sides as I softly spoke to her – repeatedly telling her that I loved her, that everything would be okay in a bit, and generally reassuring her as she slowly got herself back together.

After a couple of minutes, she finally started to stir in my arms; I quickly moved my head to look into her face and saw that she was again more-or-less alert and coherent. Tilting my head a bit, I was able to kiss her forehead; when I pulled back, I could see how much that simple gesture meant to her. She started to speak, but all that came out was a weak croaking noise. I rolled us over onto our sides, then carefully guided her to lie on her back. After a quick kiss to her lips, I looked into her eyes as I told her "I'm going to get you something to drink. I'll be right back, okay?"

She gave me a small nod, and I released her so that I could make a hurried trip to the bathroom, returning with a glass of cool water. I set the glass aside long enough to take a position resting against the headboard of the bed, and get her onto my lap. With her in a position to be able to drink properly, I picked up the glass and held it to her lips. Over the next couple of minutes, I was able to help her drink more and more of the water; she also recovered enough of her strength that she was able to take the glass from me and hold it herself. After it was empty, she held it out to me and softly asked "More?"

She was able to get herself off my lap, and I quickly refilled the glass in the bathroom. When I got back to her, she indicated that she wanted to be next to me instead of on my lap, and I readily guided her to nestle into my side before handing her the glass again.

She'd gone through about half of the glass of water when I heard her say "I thought the other times I felt that were good. But that one…!"

After seeing how what I'd done had affected her, I was feeling a little ashamed of myself, and told her "I'm sorry, Saleh."

"Why are you sorry?"

"For what I did – for making you have an orgasm like that, and what happened to you because of it."

"But there is nothing for you to say you are sorry for. Yes, I know that you were teasing me, and that you made me orgasm even more. And yes, I know what I have been like since that. Do you think that you are the only one that made that happen? Don't you think that I could have changed things, that I could have started moving on you if I didn't like what you were doing? I knew that it was going to be our last time, and that you were trying to make it special for me; I wanted it to be special, too. And it WAS special, Jim! If I had known what would happen because of it, I don't know that I would have the courage to do it – but I am not sorry that it DID happen. You are a good and loving man, and you have given me great pleasure and happiness tonight. I simply couldn't be upset or angry with you, after you have given so much of yourself to me!"

I was under no illusions that I had even the slightest understanding of how the female mind worked, and what she just said to me only confirmed my ignorance: I was worried that I'd upset her, only to learn that not only wasn't she upset, but that she actually appreciated what I'd done!

Well, I certainly wasn't going to argue the matter with her. I thought I screwed up, and she had informed me that what I'd done had actually been a GOOD thing. All I could do was let it go in favor of hugging her, and giving her a kiss on the top of her head. She responded by trying to wriggle a little closer to me and releasing a happy and contented sigh.

A bit later, she drained the rest of the water from the glass and set it on the night stand before telling me "If you would have me, I would like us to lie together again, like we did before."

"Spooning, you mean?"

"No, the one before that – when you were holding me."

Understanding that she wanted to lie on top of me, I didn't hesitate to tell her "Yes, I would like that, too."

In short order, we had gotten ourselves repositioned just as she'd wanted: her lying on her stomach on top of me as I held her in my arms. A lot of my cum had drained out of her while she was sitting on my lap, but I didn't mind that in the slightest; what was important to me was that I was able to hold her in my arms and feel her heart beating against my chest.

Several minutes went by before she asked "Dearest one, I'm starting to feel a little bit cold again, but I don't want to get up this time. I want to stay here like this with you as long as we can. Is there anything else that can be done?"

Looking around, I saw that we'd pretty much managed to ruin the arrangement of the bed covers; it looked to me like I might be able to pull enough of the bedspread over to cover the two of us. Telling her what I planned to do, she managed to keep from falling off of me while I tried, and succeeded, in doing what I'd set out to. It took just a few seconds for her to start feeling warm again, and she kissed my chest and hugged me before sighing her happiness.

I'm not quite sure when, but somewhere along the line, both of us fell asleep with her lying on top of me. When we started to get up so that we could pull the rest of the covers down and properly go to bed, we discovered that our pubic hair had gotten somewhat glued together by our mixed secretions. Saleh found it amusing and embarrassing, by turns, as we carefully got ourselves pried apart. Both of us passed on the idea of a shower, deciding instead that it could wait until morning – that we much preferred spooning as we went back to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning, I was lying on my other side, with Saleh neatly tucked against my back and her arm draped across my body. With the opposing needs of thirst and a full bladder, I started to ease myself away from her, only to hear "No, you don't have to go."

"I'm sorry, but I do – but only for a moment. I'll be right back."

When I got back to the bed, I let her guide me to the position I'd been in, so that she could snuggle up against me again. When she put her arm around me, I took her hand and lifted it to my lips so that I could kiss her palm. After I released her hand, I could hear the love in her voice when she told me "Jim, you are such a dear, dear man" before putting her hand on my chest.

I don't know how long we lay there like that, content to simply be with each other. Still, both of us knew that the end of our time together was approaching, and I finally heard Saleh start to speak.

"Dearest Jim, I can't thank you enough for all that you have done for me. Not just in helping me get away from that horrible person that I was married to, but for everything else, too – keeping me company in that coffeeshop, really listening to me while I told you about everything that I've have to live through, and all that happened between us last night. First you held and comforted me when I started crying with relief that I was finally free, and then you gave me my dreams back by showing me that I didn't have to be afraid that I couldn't love or know pleasure and happiness again. You were patient and gentle with me, and you gave me great comfort. We talked about affection, but I think that both of us know that what we feel is love, because that is what we made with each other. You gave me more of yourself and your love than I thought one person could, and you have made me feel whole again because of it. I know that what we have had is a special thing, and not something that we can have forever. But I want you to know that you will always be in my thoughts, and in my heart; and that what you have given me and done for me will let me live the life that you said I deserve. I know that you were right when you said that my life will change, and why. I know that I will find the man that I want to spend my life with, and you should know that I will be happy with him because of what I have gotten from you. I will feel the loss when we must go our own ways, just as I know you will; I beg you, please, to take comfort in knowing that I will live my dreams because of our time together."