He now found the problem with her undressing herself. She had to let go of him to do it. Pity. He’d been enjoying her warm touch. Now that she’d decided she moved along quite smartly. For someone who took half an hour to dress a single minute sufficed to become naked.
While his baser instincts said to jump her and start humping as though it was going out of style he managed to restrain them. Instead he leaned over her and started kissing her. Once she started to respond again he adjusted his position slightly so his erection was pressing against her side. It didn’t take long for her to reach down to push it away. Once she’d accomplished that she just found it easier to hold it so it couldn’t return.
With her now holding his erection, Paul allowed his hands to start wandering. Initially he was stroking her breasts, returning them to the state of excitement they’d reached before the talking. Then his mouth moved down to entertain her breasts, tasting and kissing, his tongue sampling her nipples.
While his mouth was on her breasts his hand was free to go elsewhere, settling on her mons and then gliding further down, stroking her pudenda, fingers slipping between her lips and lightly exploring inside. He kept an eye on her, noting the way her breathing deepened, finally feeling her pushing her mound against his hand, wanting a firmer contact.
He freed his erection from her grasp, moving to kneel between her legs. He pushed them further apart, encouraging her to bend her knees, giving him room. He let his cock settle down onto her tummy, just rubbing it lightly back and forth.
“Don’t worry,” he soothed her. “I’ll just put it in a little. That way you can call stop and I’ll back out. It’ll feel strange at first. Try to think how it actually feels rather than how you fear it will feel.”
A deft touch moved her lips apart, letting him place the head of his cock inside her. Releasing her lips they closed over him, holding his head in place.
“There, you see,” he murmured. “You’ve already captured me. From now on it’s just a bit of gentle rubbing.”
Christy was looking down, nervously regarding how this shaft of his terminated against her pussy. Well, not terminated, she supposed, as it continued on inside her. It seemed to her she could feel it moving, going deeper. Her passage was resisting, but not stopping him. His shaft seemed smaller than she’d initially thought, then it registered that it wasn’t smaller as such, but deeper inside her. She continued watching, feeling unable to do anything else, the creeping menace going deeper, vanishing from her sight as it buried itself within her body.
It wasn’t hurting. It was with a good deal of relief that she came to that conclusion. It might feel strange, totally unfamiliar, but not painful. She was starting to feel a lot easier of mind as she watched him sink his shaft, filling her. Then his groin was pressing against her. She could feel his pubic hairs tickling against her.
She finally shifted her eyes to look directly at him. Paul seemed amused, smiling down at her.