"Dear one, however much or little we do, it is that I have had you in my life that I will remember, and treasure."
She was visibly pleased to hear me address her that way, and I could see that she was deeply touched by what I'd said. But she hadn't lost sight of why the two of us were naked on a bed, and didn't delay in telling me "Even so, I want to learn pleasure from you so that I can lose my fear."
"What do you want to do, then?"
"I… I would like you to touch me, and make me feel good in the ways that I know should happen between a man and a woman."
Putting my hand on her hip, I carefully rolled the two of us over so that she was on her back and I was on my side next to her. She looked up at me in complete trust, and utter confidence that I was going to do just as she'd asked.
With my hand on her belly, I lowered my head and kissed her with as much gentle invitation as I could manage. Her initial response was to simply return the softness of it; but when I started moving my hand and caressing her, she readily got into the spirit of the thing and our kisses gradually became more and more passionate. When I felt her body begin moving underneath my hand, I knew she was ready for me to increase the intimacy of my touch; it wasn't but a few moments before I was finally cupping her warm, firm breast in my hand. I'd barely run my thumb over her nipple when I felt her mouth open slightly, and her tongue tentatively touch my lips. I happily reciprocated, and it wasn't but a few seconds before our tongues were dueling from my mouth to hers, and back again. Even as that was happening, I was keeping my hand busy on her breasts – first one, then the other, had me softly stroking it with the lightest touch of my fingertips before I gently teased and pinched her nipples to bring them to full, glorious hardness.
With that accomplished, I gradually shifted and extended my touch to include as much of her as I could reach – with the deliberate exception of her womanhood. I delighted in being able to caress the insides of her thighs, and running my fingers through the soft thicket on her pubis; but I never directly contacted her sex.
Only when her passion and desire had reached the point that her panting made it difficult for us to continue kissing did I move my body over hers. Even then, it was only enough to allow me to use my mouth and tongue on her breasts to do much of what I'd done with my hand. In short order, she was almost writhing under me, and I let my hand make its first contact with her mons; she responded by opening herself to my touch, and arching her hips in encouragement for me to do more. Carefully and patiently, I applied myself toward using my fingers to both explore and stimulate her womanhood as I continued my efforts at her breasts. As quickly and easily as her passion and desire increased, I couldn't help but feel disgust toward the bastard that hadn't cared about her enough to give her the kind of pleasure she was so obviously capable of.
It didn't take long before I could feel the area between her labia getting wetter and wetter with her steadily increasing desire. My fingertips told me that her labia were thin and soft, and that higher up, her clitoris was a trifle larger than most – and from her reaction when I first touched it, sensitive.
With her moaning almost constantly by that time, I finished moving myself over her; apparently without realizing it, she spread her legs even farther apart to make room for mine as I used my arms to hold myself over her. That accomplished, the next thing for me to do was to gradually shift my oral attentions from her breasts to include more of her; my lips nibbling on her ears had her groaning with desire and running her fingernails down my back in mere seconds.
Slowly, gradually, and as indirectly as I could, I worked my way down her body as I applied soft lip-bites, kisses, licks, and other ministrations to every square inch of her flesh that I could reach. I had my lips in the luxuriousness of her pubic thatch before she realized where I seemed to be headed, and what I might have in mind. She managed to pull herself together long enough to look down at me and mutter "I never… that hasn't… no one has ever done that to me before…"
I paused only long enough to tell her "Wait until you know what it feels like before you tell me 'no', okay?"
She managed a reluctant nod before letting her head fall back and a soft moan escape her lips.
It wasn't much longer until I was in one of the positions I'd wanted since I'd first seen her nude: looking at the core of her as I prepared to sample her treasures. I saw that her pubic hair stayed dense until just after it passed the bottom of her cleft, then ended abruptly. Just above, her dark and extended labia bracketed her opening, which was all but dripping her essence. At the top of her cleft, her clitoris was the size of a large pea and had made its appearance from underneath its hood; the scent of her was strong, but still pleasant. Lowering my head, I stuck my tongue out and softly ran it along her opening from bottom to top so that I finished by gently running the very tip across her clitoris. My efforts were rewarded with a deep and impassioned groan from her while I savored the light and vaguely salty taste of her oils. A moment later, I repeated my action, only letting my tongue dip a little farther into her. Getting pretty much the same response from her as I had the first time, that was all the encouragement I needed to continue.
I happily spent the next several minutes introducing her to the pleasures of being on the receiving end of oral sex: running my tongue between her labia and tasting her essence, gently pulling on her vaginal lips with my tongue, fluttering the very tip of my tongue across her sensitive clit, and all manner of other things I'd learned to please and arouse a woman. As I was doing all of that, the sounds of her passion increased in frequency and intensity; I knew I was having the desired effect, and have to admit to feeling rather pleased with myself as I moved her closer and closer to what was most likely her first-ever orgasm with a man.
She'd taken to trying to clasp her thighs together – my head prevented her from succeeding – and I could tell that she was almost there when she suddenly arched her pelvis up and spread her thighs farther than I thought she could as her body was overwhelmed with powerful spasms.
Half-afraid to do anything to intensify the experience for her, I pulled my head back a bit and watched as her vaginal opening alternated between clenching in time with the tremors going through her body, and then relaxing enough to allow a small amount of her oils to flow out of her. After witnessing that happen a couple of times without doing anything, I simply couldn't pass it up any longer and had to begin licking them up as they appeared. The taste I'd gotten of her before had been faint and light, but the greater amount of her essence that I got proved to be even better: still light, but also a trifle musky and earthy at the same time – and most definitely delicious!
I didn't figure that I was doing anything to actually make her orgasm more powerful, but as I continued, I didn't have any doubt that I was dramatically slowing the process of her recovery; she'd stopped gasping for air and was lying there panting, but each pass of my tongue across her opening would cause her breath to catch in her throat and and have her lifting her hips in response to my actions.
Still, the human body does have its limits, and the intermittent release of her fluids eventually (mostly) dried up. After delaying long enough to try and memorize the sight of her, I moved over her again so that I was in a position to enter her.
When she opened her eyes and looked up at me, I could see how much pleasure she'd felt; I didn't doubt what the answer would be when I asked "Would you like us to make love now?"
Realizing that all I'd done had been use my mouth on her, she got wide-eyed at the thought that there was still more. It took her only the briefest of moments to answer "Yes, dear Jim – I would like that very much!"