All Right Ch. 03

Stacey and I had never had any problems to match these. Our sex had always been enjoyable, fun, loving, intensely satisfying. I decided I'd just go with what worked for us, be gentle and hope.

"Tell you what. You've got the first part right. Getting naked definitely makes for better sex. You do it quite well, too. You look very good naked. For the rest of it we need to cuddle and cherish and you tell me what feels best and I'll tell you what feels best and we'll just do what feels good at the time. Want to try?"

"It sounds unusual. Asshole used to tell me the problem with our sex was that I moved."

"Asshole's a descriptive word. It sounds like a very accurate description. Both people have to have a good time or it's not worth doing. Let's just snuggle up for a while. I want to put my hands all over that gorgeous body of yours. I want to kiss it everywhere. I want to feel your hands all over me."

Words can be an important part of love-making. Like any other technique, it works some of the time and not others, on some partners and not others. Tossing out genuine compliments never hurts. Everyone wants to feel better about themselves.

I climbed onto the bed beside her. She hadn't pulled down the cover and the sheet. She just lay on top in the dim light of the nightlight. I started sliding my hands over her stiff body, feeling and enjoying the smoothness of her, from her shoulders, down her arms, back and down her sides. I pulled her up on her side so I could feel the strong curve of her backside, about as erotic as I'd let myself get to that point. I trailed my hands over her stomach. The gentle smoothness of her felt very sweet. My fingers tangled briefly in her pubic hair and she tensed even more. I slipped away, down her thighs, her calves. I bent over to reach her feet, massaging her soles gently while I kissed the sides of her thigh, slipping out my tongue to lick and kiss back up to the outside of her hips. She relaxed slightly.

I brought her in to my body, then, a simple hug - what hug is ever simple? I tried to show her I cared, that she was special to me, that I would protect her. It was easy to do. I cared for this special, scared woman. I simply held her in my arms for a while, her breasts tight against my chest, my hands still, her head nestled into my shoulder.

Her face turned up to look into my eyes, surprise showing in the depths of her eyes as she felt caring around her. I kissed her gently. She snuggled in to me and we dozed off, comfortable with each other.

About an hour later by the bedroom alarm clock I awoke to find her cautiously exploring my body, using mostly the tips of her fingers. It was like it was all new to her despite her ex-husband and her previous bedmates - lovers was for sure inaccurate. I left her to her explorations and recommenced mine, using my fingers and palms, seeking to know her rather than to inflame her.

"You know, you really feel quite wonderful, love."

"You too, so hard with a little softness over it all."

She began kissing me, little darting kisses on whatever part of my body she happened to be exploring. I followed her lead, kissing softly any part of her within reach. We kissed each other's lips, slipping our tongues into the other's mouth, sliding our tongues together, caressing our mouths and tongues, exploring. I broke off to trail a line of kisses and licks from her earlobe down her neck onto the slopes of her breast, stopping at the top and returning to repeat down the other side. Julie tucked into the kissing, her head lolling a little, her arms wrapped around me and her hands stroking with more pressure now.

Perhaps it was time to increase the heat. I let my mouth float lower, onto the slope of her breast. Her breathing quickened. She was afraid and anticipating. I kissed and licked. My tongue encountered her nipple, stiffening with her arousal. I licked it fully erect and gave it a quick suck before moving on to her other breast. She moaned quietly, so faintly I almost missed it. My hands caressed her buttocks. I was fully erect, longing to become a part of this woman.

"Do I need any protection?" I whispered.

She laughed ruefully. "No, I'm on the pill. Triumph of hope over experience, I guess."

I'd broken the mood a little. I returned to awakening her response while she continued her explorations. My hands wandered off over her thighs again, stroking, now, not merely touching, long, firm caresses as I kissed her. She kept her hands moving, too, lighter than my caresses. She let her hands wander onto my penis, quick, light, almost accidental caresses.

I suckled her nipples again, then my face dropped to rain kisses over her stomach as my hands grasped her buttocks. I trailed my tongue through her pubic hair and onto her labia, swelling as at last she became aroused in herself. I licked up one side and down the other. I was pulling out all the stops, everything Stacey and I had learned together for the benefit of this beloved woman, hurt so much by stupidity. I slipped a finger into her while I continued to lick, to chase after my finger with my tongue. She exhaled sharply, disturbed by my invasion, or perhaps just by the newness of it. I curled my finger to search for her highest sensitivity. My tongue moved out of the sweetness of her and flicked her clitoris, peeking out from under its hood. Julie jumped, then moaned, then breathed, "Oh, so good."

She was starting to bounce a little, just enough to show interest, fighting off her conditioning as she saw her reactions pleased me. She squirmed under my ministrations and I purred my approval. I flicked my tongue over her clitoris again and again, then stopped and suckled gently. Julie came hard and strong, bouncing herself into my head, grabbing me by the ear and pulling me into her one-handed.

"OOOhhh," she moaned. I saw her jam a fist into her mouth to mute her reaction. I pulled a hand out from under her and gently pulled her fist away.

"Show me you loved it, sweet, tell me."

"Oh God it was wonderful. So wonderful."

Julie was recovering, slowly, from her climax. I knew she was enjoying the afterglow. I could see it in her face as I slid up over her body. I kissed her again, firmly. She stuck her tongue in my mouth. I started to slide into her. She was moist, wet, welcoming. I had no need to hold up. One long careful slide and I was fully in. She was wet, warm, tight. She gave me an experimental squeeze with her inside muscles and laughed at my moan of pleasure. She did it again and got another moan.

I withdrew and midway through her gasp of loss thrust in again, commencing a rhythm of long, firm strokes, building up my own need while I pleasured her, I hoped. Her little moans seemed to reflect enjoyment. Her gasps began to come faster as I slowly increased my own speed, firmly intending to come to a massive climax of my own. I was taken completely by surprise - and, from the sound of it, so was she - when she suddenly tightened up and pealed out her pleasure as she came again. Her muscles tightened through her orgasm and brought me over the top. I shot deep into her, bathing her cervix. I continued to stroke, slower now, while she worked her way through the aftershocks, slowly returning to herself.

"Dear God," she asked me when she had recovered, "is that what it's supposed to be like?"

"It can happen when two people care about each other, when it's not just selfishness. I didn't expect it to be so good for both of us. It was quite wonderful, wasn't it?"

"Yes, yes it was."

I wanted to stay there and hold her and perhaps fall asleep with her, but it was a work night and we both had jobs to get to in the morning.

"I've got to go," I told her. "I don't want to, but both of us have to get up at some reasonable hour in the morning. I had a wonderful time. You are beautiful and loving. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Please do, Rob. I've had a great time, all of it." She blushed a bit. Not as much as I expected really, but then we were both naked in each other's arms. We kissed good night.

to be continued