Dorsai - Taxi

Panting slightly, she nodded, then answered "But I don't want to just lay down and have you on top of me, either."

Giving her ass a squeeze, I replied "That's fine. If you're okay with staying like that, I can just get behind you."

She considered that for a moment before telling me "Yeah, I'd like that."

I waited a few seconds, and when she didn't move off of me, I gave one of her ass cheeks a soft pat. That was enough to get her to raise up again, then lift herself clear of my erection. Free to move again, she got herself re-situated next to me so that I could get up and move behind her. As I was getting my penis positioned against her opening, I heard her tell me "Having a guy inside me wasn't like what I remembered. I was actually kinda starting to like it, even – so if… if you wanted to be a little more, um, enthusiastic, it'd be okay with me."

Leaning forward, I managed to kiss the back of her neck before softly telling her "Thank you, I think I'd like that; but you'll still tell me if I get too enthusiastic, right?"

"If you do, yeah, I will", she assured me.

When I raised up again, I put my hands on her hips to help steady myself as I pressed forward so that I slowly filled her womanhood again. Once I was balls-deep in her, I paused for a few seconds to enjoy the feeling of her warm, tight vagina wrapped around me before I started moving in her. I started out by fucking her with fairly short, slow strokes; but as the seconds passed, I gradually increased my efforts. Knowing that she'd let me know if anything I was doing bothered her, I simply tried to find a combination of speed and length of stroke that both of us found satisfactory. Keeping my promise, I wasn't trying to delay my climax – only seeing if I could bring her some pleasure on the way toward ensuring my own. I felt a certain satisfaction when I was able to start drawing pleased sounds from her while steadily moving myself toward my release.

As I continued fucking myself in and out of Elisse, I found myself fascinated by the sight of her labia wrapped around my cock: being drawn out away from her when I moved back, only to disappear when I reversed direction. Added to that was the way my manhood glistened from her oils, and the faint squelching noises that accompanied my movements.

Each time I leaned forward enough to cup her breasts in my hands, they seemed to feel a bit tighter and firmer; her areolas were puckered, and her nipples fully erect when I gently pinched and pulled on them.

As I got closer and closer to climaxing, I let myself thrust into her a trifle harder; not only didn't Elisse have any objections, the pleased noises coming from her became more pronounced. In turn, that only encouraged me to let myself go a little farther – which increased her audible enjoyment.

When I knew that I was just seconds away from hosing Elisse's insides with my semen, I dramatically slowed my thrusts – making them as slow and long as I could, knowing that it would increase the pleasure of my release. Finally, with a deep groan of relief, I stuffed as much of myself as I could through the tight ring of her opening as the first spray of cum erupted from my cock. Just ahead of each spasm of my pleasure, I tried to press myself even deeper into her so that the extra little bit of stimulation around the head of my penis would make it a little more intense and powerful.

When the waves of pleasure that I'd experienced had been reduced to mere ripples, I let myself fall forward enough to support myself with my arms as I held myself over Elisse's back. Softly panting, I managed to kiss her shoulder before telling her "Thank you for letting me do that; it felt real damn good."

She turned her head enough to look at me, giving me the opportunity to kiss her cheek ahead of her responding "I was glad to do it, Jim. Not only did you make me feel better than my ex ever did, you actually made me enjoy having sex with you. I didn't orgasm, or anything, but it was damn close when I could feel you squirting in me! If this is what having sex with you is like, then I'm not going to mind being with you at all…"

A drop of sweat dripped off my chin and landed on the back of her neck; wondering what the sensation had been, she looked at me again and saw what it must have been. I could see the concern on her face when she told me "If you'll give me a second to get something underneath myself so your semen doesn't run out, we can lay down. I don't mind if you want to stay inside me for a little bit… I'd like that, even. When you want to pull out of me, or… or you slip out, just go ahead and lay down if you want. I'll want to keep your stuff inside me for a little while, so there's as much chance of one of your swimmers finding its way to where it's supposed to go as possible – assuming it doesn't get lost because it won't ask for directions. But I'd still like it if you were close enough that we could touch each other, and talk."

"I like all of those choices", I told her, making her smile. A few moments later, she pulled two of the three pillows at the head of the bed underneath herself; I stayed with her as she started to slowly ease herself forward, and held myself inside her as she got them situated so that they supported her hips while her head and shoulders were on the bed. That left her ass sticking up in the air – and nicely tucked into my "lap" as my cock slowly deflated inside her. When I felt my cock finally pull free of her, I got myself situated on my back next to her. As she'd requested, it was close enough that we could touch each other, and see each other well enough to talk. Despite the fact that she was essentially kneeling on the bed with her ass waving in the air while I lay next to her with my flaccid penis resting on my leg, the two of us actually chatted about such things as how she and Gina were doing with their little cafe, gay and lesbian rights, and a host of other things.

I'll confess that I was amazed at how long she was willing to remain there, keeping my semen inside in a valiant attempt to get pregnant. When she finally quietly told me that she was ready to clean up, I mischievously asked if she needed or wanted any help. Her response was to tell me "I don't need any help, and if I wanted it, Gina would be more than happy to provide it. But in the interest of saving time and water, I suppose I can let you take a shower with me – assuming you won't be grossed out by the sight of me cleaning the rest of your stuff out."

I couldn't help but grin as I told her "I won't be grossed out. I've seen it before, and I actually think it looks kinda sexy…"

She couldn't quite stifle her own grin when she said "I swear – you guys can be SO primitive and disgusting! Well, if it starts turning you on to watch, you'll just have to save it for next time, okay?"

In exaggerated disappointment, I answered "I guess", making her laugh. A minute or so later, she announced that it was time to clean up – and that if I wanted to clean up with her, I'd better stick close. After we'd both gotten out of bed, I got about a half-inch behind her and stayed there all the way into the bathroom, much to her amusement. I made no pretense of not watching as she cleaned out her vagina, and she saw my penis start to grow in response. I could tell that she was just kidding with me when she exclaimed "Men!", in a disgusted tone. When she was done, I made it up to her by washing her back; I could see her amused tolerance when I "helped" wash her breasts and ass. In return, she dealt with cleaning our combined juices from MY pelvis – a couple of times, even.

When we'd dried off, she suggested a little something to eat and drink to refresh ourselves. I agreed, and went over to put on some undershorts even though she'd indicated that she wasn't going to bother putting anything on. When she looked at me with a raised eyebrow, I told her "I got the idea that Gina wasn't comfortable about me being naked, now."