Dorsai - Jan

Having said her piece, she waited, giving me a chance to speak, as well.

I thought about what she'd said, and couldn't find any fault or flaw in it; quite the opposite, in fact.

"Fair enough, Kelly. You're right, I do love you for the very reasons you said. And you've more than proven your right to make your own decisions; and you've more than made your case for me to respect your right to choose for yourself what to do with your life; believe it or not, I DO respect your right to choose for yourself. The biggest reason I have for hesitating about a lot of this stuff is personal: my first – and only – marriage was an absolute disaster. It left me with a lot of hurt feelings, and emotional scars, and I'm not all that sure that I'm really over it. The other reason is that I'm more than happy to be responsible for ME; taking on anyone else is something I have to consider very carefully before I proceed – much as I did with you, and like I did with Jan. Yes, I understand that you're taking responsibility for yourself; I only ask that you understand that it's going to take me a little time to adjust to you being as mature and thoughtful as you are."

"I can understand about it taking time; I know that sometimes *I'm* still not sure about it. But we both know what the situation is, now, so as long as we can talk about it, we can work it out. I'm sorry to hear about your marriage, because of the affect it's had on you; I know you well enough to believe that you don't equate me with her."

That said, she kissed me on the lips again, softly, before inching her way down my body, placing random kisses and small love nips as she moved. That she was careful to wiggle around, using her nipples to make random patterns on my skin as she went helped arouse me. A lot.

By the time she reached my penis, it was fully erect, twitching in time with my heartbeats. She admired her handiwork a bit, then looked up at me with a grin before giving it a long, slow, wet lick from scrotum to glans. With her tongue still on it, she edged forward slightly, and lowered her head until she was able to wrap her lips around it, just behind the head. Holding there for a few moments, she swirled her tongue around the head, thoroughly wetting it, before 'walking' her lips down my length, until she had taken nearly three-quarters of me into her mouth. She stopped then, and wiggled her tongue on the bottom side of my member, tickling me and making me even harder. When she tasted the drops of pre-cum that escaped the end, she slowly withdrew, with a rhythmic, gentle sucking as she went. After all but the glans had left her mouth, she again twirled her tongue around it before opening her lips enough to let it slide free. After that, she went about licking me, getting me thoroughly wetted with her tongue, Satisfied with her handiwork, she raised herself up, and knee-walked her way forward, until her pubic hair brushed the end of my erection, and she was poised with the opening of her vagina pressing against me. Taking me in her hand, she almost literally impaled herself on me – much to my surprise, she was already wet enough inside that I slid in readily, despite the tightness. When she finally came to rest, her hair was merged with mine, and I could feel the pressure of her mons on my pubic bone. Holding herself steady, she carefully, and deliberately, squeezed her internal muscles several times, as though she were somehow savoring the fullness she was experiencing. Once satisfied, she started moving, sliding herself up and down on me, getting her ample fluids well distributed along my hardness.

It wasn't a fast motion; rather, it was more like she was simply 'priming the pump' for what she expected to happen. Looking down between us, I could plainly see her erect and glistening clitoris at the top of her cleft; and the way her labia were glistening as they stretched around me.

She went on like that for several minutes, before finally settling back down – eyes closed-and resting herself, her hands on my chest. Even 'resting', she continued to make small hunching motions, sliding herself perhaps half and inch or so along me. Finally, she opened her eyes, and looked down at me.

"Tired?", I asked.

She grinned, and said "Yeah, a little."

With that, I gestured her into my arms, and spread my legs. She laid on my chest, and moved her legs inside of mine. Ready, I rolled us over, still coupled, so that we ended up with her on her back, and me over her, resting on my elbows. From there, we got our legs rearranged, and after a series of soft kisses, I raised myself up. As we looked into each other's eyes, I began moving myself in her – slow, short strokes at first, then slowly and gradually lengthening and speeding them. As I did, Kelly developed the obvious signs of sexual arousal: a blush across her face and shoulders, areolas puckered, and nipples erect, As my pistoning became more insistent and forceful, she started making grunting noises as our pelvises met, and spread her legs even father to allow me easier – and deeper – access. When I finally settled into a steady, regular motion, she raised her knees, pulling them almost to her chest, letting me have that last fraction of an inch of access to her hot, wet sheath. My arms a little tired, I paused only long enough to rest on my elbows before continuing my pistoning into her.

Over the next several minutes, Kelly gradually raised her pelvis more and more, so that my strokes into her impacted her closer and closer to the so-called "G-spot"; whether or not it actually exists, I couldn't say – all I know is that as the angle that I entered her at changed, her arousal increased, too. By the time I felt the first, faint tingling in my erection, she was almost curled into a ball; despite how and tight as she was, she was so wet that our pubic hair was absolutely soaked and matted just from her secretions. I listened to the liquid sounds of our union, and the way she could only gasp "Oh!… Oh!… Oh!" as I thrust into her; a bit later, she opened her eyes, and managed to gasp out "I'm almost there! Harder! Harder!".

Feeling that my own release wasn't far off, I was more than happy to oblige, and began thrusting into her harder and harder, until I was nearly pounding into her – and that seemed to be just what she wanted, judging from the moans and gasps she gave off over the next few minutes, until, to my surprise, she suddenly threw her arms around me and pulled her body almost completely off the bed – leaving only her hips on it.

The degree that her vaginal muscles clamped down on me absolutely amazed me – were it not for her copious lubrication, there isn't a doubt in my mind that I wouldn't have been able to move in her. But move, I did, continuing to slide in and out of her, if more slowly because of the tightness caused as she spasmed time after time, making only a high-pitched keening noise as her orgasm overwhelmed her. Her orgasm continued, tapering off enough that she was able to release me only when I felt that I was hitting the 'point of no return'; having obviously pleased her, I wanted to maximize my own climax, and slowed and softened my strokes into her. Rather than the forceful impacts of before, I was slowing slightly as I entered her to the fullest, and rather than 'bumping' against her mons and clitoris, I was pressing against them, with a little extra 'nudge' before withdrawing again until I was just barely in her before pushing in again. Even with her inner muscles relaxed again, she was still wonderfully snug; that, combined with her more than sufficient woman-oils, made for a sensation that was exquisite. When I felt my climax start, I shortened my strokes so that I was only withdrawing about halfway out of her, and pressed in again.

With my balls resting between her asscheeks, I repeatedly tried to push myself as deeply into her as I could as each shot of semen erupted from me – the pressure on her clitoris was apparently enough to trigger her into another small orgasm: I could feel a few small clenchings as I released the last couple of shots of semen.