I reached out to gently nudge her leg, encouraging her to move to where I could touch her; she only released my erection from her lips to tell me "Please, not yet. Let me do this first, then you can do with me what you want."
An interesting offer, to be sure – enough of one that I contented myself with simply caressing the calf of her leg, where I could reach it. I knew that I wouldn't do anything to abuse the trust she'd shown me with her offer; that she trusted me enough to even MAKE the offer was reason enough.
With the end of my erection back in her mouth, I simply laid back and let her do as she wanted – I understood that it was important to her for some reason, and I trusted her enough to let her go.
She might not have had much experience before then, but she proved to be a quick, and enthusiastic, student. In only a couple of minutes, she had me fully erect, my entire penis coated with her saliva as she went through cycle after cycle of sucking on me, licking me, and sliding her lips up and down my length. I felt her tentatively touch my scrotum, and when I didn't object, cup it in her hand, rolling my balls around as she felt their size and weight. Satisfied with what she'd learned, she went on to gently squeeze them, careful not to hurt me, before letting her fingernails drag lightly across my scrotum.
The sensation of THAT was enough to push me past the point that every man knows: when you go from simply enjoying the sensations you're feeling, to knowing that you've just started down the path that will end in release.
She almost seemed to sense the change in me, and readily increased her efforts. It wasn't but a few minutes before I felt myself hitting the home stretch: the tightening in my penis and the faint tingling in my balls that told me that it wouldn't be long before I unloaded into her warm, wet mouth. As she felt me getting closer and closer, she slowed down her actions, prolonging my pleasure, and making sure that when I*did* climax, it would be a good one. Finally, though, there simply wasn't possible for me to put it off any longer: I felt my balls tighten as the first load of my semen rocketed down my length to launch out the head. When she felt my balls tighten in her hand, Amy quickly let most of my length slide from between her lips; but she was careful to keep the head and about the first third of me in her mouth. As she felt my jets of semen traveling down my erection, she would suck on the end of me in time with their arrival, swallowing each load with enthusiasm.
Only when she felt me softening between her lips did she give me one final suck before tightening her lips around me and pulling her head back, wringing the last few drops of my sperm from me. Satisfied with her handiwork, she turned herself around, and moved to lay next to me as I got my breath – and senses – back. She held me until my heart rate slowed, then I moved to lay on my side, facing her. I leaned over a bit to kiss her, ignoring the few flecks of my semen that were still on her lips. Then, propping my head on my hand, I put the other on her stomach – only to have her move it to cover one of her breasts.
"Why was it important to you to do that?", I asked.
She glanced away for a moment, then looked back at me, and said "Because my boyfriend in college really pushed me to do that so much.
I didn't like it then, mostly because it got him going so easy, but he didn't seem too interested in doing anything for me, in return. It got so I hated doing it because I knew he'd finish before I really even got started."
"And now, tonight?"
"It was my way of claiming my own pleasure."
"How so?" I asked, as I started toying with the nipple under my hand.
"I knew that I was doing it because*I* wanted to, not because YOU wanted me to. I knew you'd like it, but you weren't doing or saying anything to push me to do it. It was the difference between doing it by choice, and doing it because someone else wanted me to. I also knew that if you had a climax, you'd be able to go longer when we made love – and I*DO* want us to make love, for as long as possible, so that I can have more time with you to treasure when you're gone."
I could tell that there was more that she wasn't saying, and let her lay there a couple minutes before asking "And what else?"
She looked at me in surprised, and said "What makes you think there's something else?"
"Just a feeling. What is it?"
She gave me a strange look, and finally said "I was worried, a little, about whether or not I was really ready for this – to be open to the experience, I mean, like Lucy said. Doing that was my way of reassuring myself that I really was – ready, I mean. I know that you're going to do whatever you can to make this good for me; doing that was how I proved to myself that I was ready to accept whatever you had to offer me."
I nodded in understanding of what she'd said, and that seemed to satisfy her. I don't think she really understood just how much she'd told me about herself.
We continued to lay there like that for several minutes, before I started exploring her body with my free hand. She looked at me, a bit apprehensive, until I told her "You're beautiful. Not just on the inside, but on the outside, too."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean just what I said. You're a beautiful person, on the inside, for all the reasons I told you about before. On top of that, you're a beautiful person on the outside. I mean, just look at you – your hair is a fascinating shade of red, rich and thick, and nicely styled.
Your eyes are a lovely green, and they sparkle very nicely. You have a strong, but feminine, face. You have a little button of a nose, and your lips just*beg* to be kissed by someone that cares. Your skin is smooth, and clear. No wrinkles, or sagging anywhere. Your breasts are nicely shaped, firm, and just the right size. Your nipples are a delightful shade of pink, and when I touch them, they stick out in a most appealing way. You have a firm, smooth belly, with a trim waist and nice hips. Your belly button is positively cute. Your legs are smooth and firm and nicely muscled. They hold up a nicely rounded, obviously firm ass. Between them, you have a marvelous thatch of pubic hair – thick, but fine and soft, the same color as on your head. You're obviously fit, with good muscle tone. You keep yourself clean, and smelling nice – something soft, and fragrant, it's a treat for the nose. You're slender, but nicely curved – not too plump, and definitely not too scrawny; just the right size to cuddle with."
She blushed slightly when I started, but was listening in rapt attention as I finished. She looked at me, and asked "You really see me like that?"
"Of course. It's all there, and every bit of it true – you only have to admit it to yourself, and then take pride in it."
Her eyes got wide, and she said "How did you know?"
"I didn't, for sure. But a number of little things pointed at it", I answered.
"I told you that my parents were kind of strict. One of the things that they didn't care much for was people that took too much stock in themselves, and how they looked."
"That's fine – but there's a difference between that, and knowing your own worth. Believe me on this – you're most definitely an attractive young lady, worth any man's attention."
I could tell that she wasn't just going to take my word on it – but I could also see that I'd given her something to think about, too.
By this time, I was feeling up to being a little more active; and having the cute bundle that made up Amy in front of me gave me the desire to follow up on it. I leaned over her, and gave her a soft kiss on the lips – then another, more firm, followed by one that let her know that I found her attractive. She responded to each in kind, and our fourth kiss had us touching tongues. When it ended, she was panting slightly, with her eyes closed. They opened again, though, when she felt me move over her – but she looked up at me in complete trust.