I knew she could hear the concern in my voice, and see it on my face, when I asked "Are you okay, sweetheart? What do you want me to do?"
"I'll be okay in a second, Gary. When you went in like that all of a sudden, I felt something kind of… snap, like, inside me. It didn't hurt, exactly, but it was still pretty uncomfortable. The feeling is starting to go away, now, so if you'll just hold still like that, I'll be okay pretty quick, I think."
I held myself as steady as possible while lowering my head to give her another kiss. She kissed me back, and when I lifted my head again, it was easy to see that that small, simple gesture had pleased her tremendously. That was all the reason I needed to do it again, then again — each additional kiss lasting a little longer than the one before. When the third kiss ended, Emma told me "I think it'll be okay if you want to keep going, now."
"Okay", I told her, "but you let me know if it isn't!"
She smiled and nodded, and we looked into each others eyes as I backed out of her little bit to make sure I stayed lubricated, then gently began pressing myself into her again.
When I saw her looking even the slightest bit uncomfortable, I stopped, and waited for her to let me know it was okay to continue. We went through a few cycles of that before I felt the end of my manhood touch the deepest part of her while the heat of her reached the base. I knew I'd slip into her a little farther once we got going, so I was content to stop there while she got used to having my mans cock in her mid-teen sheath.
As I held myself still in (and over) her, Emma looked up at me in pleased wonder. Nearly a minute went by before she told me "It feels so good… like all of sudden I found something I didn't even know was missing. You feel HUGE in me, but so right, too. I thought it would feel good… but not like this!", awed.
I lowered my head to give her a tender kiss on the forehead, followed by another to her soft lips, before proceeding to intermittently give her brief, soft kisses at various places — a shoulder, her throat, an earlobe, a cheek, or anyplace else I could get my lips in contact with. Between kisses, I watched her carefully to make sure that she was okay, and that I wasn't hurting her. It didn't take long for me to realize that she really was as fine with having me inside her as she'd said; but it wasn't until she tentatively arched her pelvis up that I was willing to start moving in her.
I started with small, slow movements so that she would be able to let me know if she got uncomfortable; as my movements in and out of her vagina got longer and faster, her increasingly faster breathing and more and more frequent noises of pleasure told me that I needn't have worried.
She was as tight as was to be expected — and warmer and wetter inside than I'd thought she'd be.
I was steadily pistoning in and out of her in long, steady strokes that let me enjoy the sensation of being in her without over-stimulating myself. After only a few minutes of that, I realized that although I wasn't doing much to please myself, the movement of my erection in her vagina was doing wonders for her when she had a small orgasm. It wasn't anything even close to what I would have considered "normal" for her — but that it was an orgasm was indisputable; the rhythmic tightening of her vagina around my cock was certainly evidence enough for me.
As I continued to plunge in and out of Emma, she quickly returned to gasping and moaning her pleasure as she arched her hips up in welcome to my thrusts. When she raised her legs so that she could lock her ankles behind my back, the change in the angle that I was penetrating her was enough to cause our union to begin making a softly liquid sound in time with my thrusts.
I was starting to feel the effects of having her tight and wet vagina to bury myself in when she opened her eyes and lifted her head to look down between us. The way her pelvis was tilted up left her with a clear view of where we were joined; I looked, too, and watched as her labia would clasp at me when I slid my glistening cock out of her, only to disappear when I reversed direction. I could also see that each inward thrust caused a slight pull that caused a slight pressure against her clitoris. I couldn't help but be fascinated (and incredibly aroused) by the vision of my manhood disappearing into the confines of Emma's womanhood. As I continued to watch it, I heard her moan lustily before softly gasping "God, it's as sexy to watch as it is good to feel!"
Watching and feeling as I repeatedly buried myself in her fifteen-year-old pussy proved to be more than I could handle; the increasing pleasure coming from the head of my cock soon had me moving faster and faster in her as I approached my release.
Even while I was increasing the pace of my thrusts into her, Emma was responding — letting her head fall back, she starting making more sounds of pleasure and arousal as I felt her wet sheath begin a faint clenching around me. The added stimulation only got me moving even faster in her, which only seemed to throw gasoline on the fires of her desire. It couldn't have been but a very few minutes before I knew that I was going to cum; after filling her with my manhood, I tried to push myself even farther inside her as the first spray of semen erupted from me. Before I could
launch the second, Emma cried out her pleasure as her body spasmed hard enough to lift her completely off the bed, hanging from me by her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck.
I don't know how long I stayed like that, with my cock buried as far as it would go in her while I dumped what felt like quarts of semen into her, with her body literally hanging off of mine; I can only say that it was a considerable relief to me when she almost literally fell back onto the bed while her vaginal muscles continued to clench in counterpoint to the pulsing of my cock.
When her orgasm began to fade, Emma's ankles unlocked, and her legs fell from around my waist. Continuing to hold myself in her, I lowered my body enough to make contact with hers -
acting as a living blanket for her until she indicated she didn't need/want it any longer. She was panting from her efforts, and looked to be rather stunned from what had happened. As close as I was to her, it was easy (and pleasant, I'll admit) to begin applying a number of soft kisses to her face and shoulders as she began to get her senses back, and breathing under control. I was looking down at her and thinking about how much I cared for her and how special our relationship was when she opened her eyes and looked up at me. The sheer joy on her face told me better than words ever could just how happy she was with what we'd done — and how satisfied she was about it, too.
She quickly reached up to put her arms around my neck again, and pulled my head down so that she could give me a kiss that made it perfectly clear how she felt about me. When she finally let go of me, I was left panting for a few seconds.
"Oh, Gary! That was wonderful! It felt so good, having you moving in me like that, and knowing that you were making love with me, and not just… fucking me."