“Oh, lord, I’m not too sure about this,” she muttered.
I swore silently. If my cock was any harder I could use it crack coconuts. I smiled.
“Don’t let it worry you,” I said softly. “You can just relax there and watch it enter you. We can always stop if you want to. I’ll just take it slow and easy so you can get a feel for what it will be like. Now, just keep watching.”
I eased her lips apart and just slipped a little into her, feeling her lips close around me. Then I slowly pushed into her, her eyes glued to me the entire time. She gave a little gasp when I finally gave that last little push, filling her up and my groin rubbing against her. I held myself like that, pressing firmly against her.
“OK now?” I asked, trying to put some warm humour into my voice.
Her head jerked as though I’d startled her, her eyes coming up to meet mine. She just looked at me, her face holding no expression. It seemed to me that she was almost quivering, but damned if I could tell if it was from passion, lust, or fright. I don’t think she knew herself.
“How does this feel?” I asked, pulling slowly back. Just as she opened her mouth to say something I drove back into her, nice and hard, my groin slapping firmly against her again.
It turned out she was closer to a climax than I’d guessed. That single hard thrust was all it took to send her screaming over the edge, and I mean screaming. She climaxed hard, her whole body shaking with it, and she screamed nice and loud as she did so. I just hoped no neighbours were in hearing range.
All I could do was hold still and let her go, waiting for her to come down off it. While I waited I lifted my hands to her breasts and started rubbing them, enjoying the feel of them. As she started to come down from her climax I started moving again.
She relaxed her death-grip on my cock and I started using it, pulling slowly back and returning, but returning fairly slowly at this stage.
“Come on, love,” I coaxed, “push to meet me. And again, there’s a girl.”
It didn’t take long and she was moving with me, pushing to meet me as I drove home. I slowly picked up speed and it wasn’t long and we were progressing nicely, me finally getting to really enjoy myself. The only thing I had to do was not rush her or she might have climaxed again before I was ready.
Yvonne had an odd, almost dreamy, look on her face as we moved. She wasn’t clinging to me or anything like that, just leaning back, hands propping her up, and pushing firmly to meet me. Her eyes were half closed and she was looking towards the ceiling, and it seemed to me that she was practically purring as we progressed.
I only kept a little of my attention on her reactions. She was relishing what was happening, which was the main thing, and so I let it all flow, taking my own enjoyment.
I did spot when her breathing started to tighten up a bit, a sign that she was going to climax again. That was OK. I was about ready to do the same. I shifted my hands from her breasts to her hips and held her firmly as I let rip, giving my all as hard and as fast as I could. It didn’t take long and she was climaxing again, just as noisily as the first time, the big difference being that I was letting her milk me as she went, giving her everything I had.