Dorsai - Full Circle

"How would you like to do it, then?" I asked.

"I want you to be on top of me. That's the way… he did it, but this time, I'll know that you're there because I want you there. I want you on top of me, protecting me with your body as you show me how much you love me."

I gave her another kiss, and when she felt me start to move, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs for me. I moved between them and she bent her knees and lifted her legs, opening and exposing herself to me in welcome.

I got my body positioned, then started to reach between us – knowing what I was about to do, she said "Let me" and quickly reached down to take me in her hand. Unashamedly, she slid the head of my erection between her vaginal lips a couple of times to wet me with her oils before setting me at her opening. Looking up at me, I could see in her eyes that she loved me and trusted me without reservation.

I carefully and gently pressed myself forward, alert to the slightest indication that I was causing her any kind of difficulty; as I did, I could feel her deliberately relaxing herself in invitation for me to enter her.

I was patient, and she was willing. It happened slowly, but it happened: with a suddenness that I think surprised both of us, the head of my penis popped through the tight ring of her vaginal entrance. She didn't make the slightest sound when it happened, and I immediately stopped to give her time to either get used to having me there, or to let me know if she needed or wanted me to stop.

I knew she was ready and wanted me to continue when she arched her back to press herself up against me. I pushed forward again, and sank a little deeper in her – accompanied by a soft moan of pleasure from her. Pulling back to make sure I stayed lubricated with her oils, I entered her a little further before stopping again. After a bit, she looked up at me and said "Go ahead, Dan. You're not hurting me – it feels good!"

The next few iterations of withdrawal followed by entering her a little further each time ended when both of us felt my pelvis come in contact with hers. I held myself there when she told me "It feels so good having you inside me like this; but you're so big, too. Let me get used to it for a minute?"

I lowered myself to give her a kiss before answering "A minute, five, twenty, whatever you need, dear."

She smiled at me at the endearment before getting a slightly distracted look on her face. I could feel her learning which muscles in her vagina did what as she deliberately went about trying to relax herself there. As hot and wet as she was inside, I knew that I wouldn't have any trouble moving in her – but I'd told her that she set the pace, so I simply waited until she was ready for me to go on.

After a couple of minutes, she told me "I'm ready, now. Please, Dan – make love with me."

Slowly at first, I did as she asked. But as her woman's oils got better distributed on me, and she got more comfortable, the pace of our lovemaking increased. It wasn't long before I was sliding in and out of her in a steady rhythm that I could tell pleased her. Several minutes later, listened as her panting increased in accompaniment to the faint flexing I could feel in her womanhood; a couple more minutes, and I watched and felt as she slid into an orgasm – a powerful one, her first ever from making love with a man. I altered the pace at which I was thrusting into her, synchronizing it with the waves of pleasure I could feel going through her body; she responded by crying out in joy as her climax intensified. As her ecstasy tapered off, I gradually returned to our previous rhythm. When her eyes opened again, she looked up at me in wonderment, saying "I didn't know it could feel like that!"

I managed to kiss her again before she realized that I was still moving in her. When she did, she exclaimed "Oh, God, yes!" and raised her hips up in welcome to my penetrations.

Her second orgasm arrived more quickly than the first had, and was more powerful, as well. The third time she climaxed, I was definitely getting tired – but stayed the course so she wouldn't be denied even the slightest pleasure. When it was over for her, I was holding myself still; she realized I wasn't moving and looked up to see that I had a fine sheen of perspiration on my face and body. Concerned, she asked "You're tired?"

I admitted that I was, and she immediately told me "Then you lay down, and let me do the work, now – though I don't think this can rightly be called 'work', when it feels so damn good!", smiling.

I eased myself out of her – she released a small moan of disappointment when I slipped free – and moved to lie on my back. She quickly climbed on top of me, then took my slick penis in her hand and held it steady as she unhesitatingly lowered herself onto it – smiling in pleasure as she did so.

Once her smooth ass cheeks had settled into my "lap", it didn't take her long to start moving herself on me. Rocking her hips back and forth, she only moving along perhaps a third of my manhood – but the rest was still deep inside her, clearly bringing her pleasure as she moved on me.

It didn't take her long to discover that if she leaned forward a bit, she could not only move herself on me, but get her clitoris involved, too. When that happened, she started enjoying things even more – which is saying something.

Still, with her being the "active" one (I wasn't just laying there, mind you), and the orgasms she was having, it didn't take all that long for her own considerable energy to be drained.

She was softly panting as she held herself over me, my penis buried in her while she rested on me, when I suggested "Let's change over again."

"I guess I am getting tired, too – but its a nice tired!", she admitted/declared, before letting me guide her off my manhood. She readily laid on her back, her legs open to leave room for me between them. I positioned myself as closely as I could to her womanhood, then sat on my heels. Seeing what I was doing, she helped me pull her a little closer, then draped her legs over mine. Easing my hips back a little, I was able to push my penis down and position myself at her glistening entrance before slipping into her again. When I stopped, a bit over half my length was inside her while I sat in a more-or-less "neutral" position; from where I was positioned, I could easily slide almost my entire erection in and out of her with little effort. Leaning forward, I supported my torso with my arms and began pumping in and out of her slowly. I could feel the head of my penis running along the top of her vagina due to the different angle that I was entering her. I don't know, of course, if there is such a thing as the "G-spot" in women; but I can vouch for the fact that my contact with that part of her vagina seemed to excite her almost as much as it did when my pubic bone bumped against her erect and visible clitoris.

The orgasms she'd experienced while she was on top of me had done a pretty good job of getting me excited. So when our new position and the way I was bumping against her clit pushed her into yet another orgasm a couple minutes later, the sensation of her vaginal muscles tightening around me in a milking sensation got me to the point where I knew I was going to climax before long. After the spasming in her body tapered off, I gradually sped up the pace at which I was thrusting into her, accompanied by her loud moans of pleasure. It took only a couple more minutes before I could see and feel that she was getting close again – which was good, because I wasn't far off, either.

Accompanied by a loud cry, she tightened around me again as I continued to thrust into her. I was almost there myself, and the clenching of her womanhood was finally enough to push me over the edge: with a couple of slow, deep thrusts into her, I buried myself as far in her as I could before starting to spray her insides with my cum. When that happened, she cried out again and pressed herself against me as the spasms going through her body intensified again.