Between her words, the way she was reacting, and the expression on her face, there wasn't any reason to think that she would be anything but a willing and enthusiastic lover for any man that she chose to share her bed and affection with.
"Saleh, dear… that is what it is supposed to be like when you share yourself with someone. But it isn't just the physical part of it that matters. It's what you have in your mind, and in your heart, and what he has in his, that make the difference. You told me before that the reason your husband wanted to marry you was for the status that having a young and pretty wife would bring him. Can you see that it is the affection we feel for each other that made it possible for you to enjoy what happened with us? That I was patient and gentle with you because I care about you? And that you were able to accept what I offered you because you care about me?"
I watched as she considered that for several seconds. She was smiling when she finally responded "Yes, Jim, I do see that. I think maybe what we feel for each other is something more than just 'affection', though. But I also understand what you said about people having their own lives to live – so the 'affection' that we have will have to stay just that, only for us, and just for the time that we have together."
After I gave her a soft kiss on the lips, I had to shift my weight a bit to rearrange the pressure in my shoulders. When I did, she realized that we were still somewhat coupled.
The expression of mixed surprise and pleasure she got almost had me laughing, but I somehow kept a straight face. After a false start, she managed to ask me "You're still with me? After you…? Why?"
Kissing her again, answered "Because it feels good to me to be in you like that, and I like being next to you this way. I thought that you would like it, too. Do you want me to move?"
She immediately exclaimed "No!", then blushed slightly and more calmly said "I do like having you with me like this – inside and over me, both. I just wasn't expecting it, is all. Before, when he was finished… using me, he would just get off of me and usually fall asleep for a little bit. This is what they call 'snuggling' in the magazines?"
Smiling, I answered "Yes, that's what this is – or one way to do it, anyway. Pretty much anything that lets the man and woman be close to each other and happy can be called that."
After I had to shift myself again, she told me "I think maybe you are getting tired, staying like that?"
I admitted that I was, a little bit, and she said "I… I like the way you feel… the way your body touches mine. Would… would it be okay if I was the one over you? For just a little bit, so that you could rest?"
"Of course it would, dear. You don't have to hold yourself up the way I am, either; I'm doing this because I'm so much bigger than you are, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable. If you wanted lie on me, that would be fine."
Looking pleased, she told me "I would like that."
After a little minor adjustment, the two of us were able to roll over so that I was on my back with her on top of me – without my slowly softening penis slipping out of her. She was able to lay her head on my chest while I put my arms around her and started softly caressing her back. After a few moments, she released a contented sigh and I heard her say "It feels so nice, to be like this. To have known pleasure from being with a man, and then to be held and touched so…"
A couple of minutes went by with us like that before my cock finally shrank enough to slip out of her. Moments later, I felt her blush when some of my semen leaked out of her. She started to get up, but I held her still as I told her "No, Saleh – please don't think that you have to get up just because of that. When we moved like this, I knew that would probably happen, and I really don't care about it. I would much rather have you with me like this."
I felt her blush again before she softly asked "You don't mind that? Before, if something like that happened, he would look at me as though I disgusted him, and even call me names…"
"But this isn't then, is it? This is now, and here, and you're with me. I told you that I expected it, and that it doesn't bother me. If you like the way we feel like this, then why get up before you have to?"
It took a couple of seconds, but she gradually relaxed and let herself rest on me again. A bit later, when it happened again, I felt her blush in reaction. I simply hugged her in reassurance before going back to caressing her back and sides – and the delightful globes of her ass.
Several minutes went by with us together like that before she apologetically asked "Jim? Would it be okay if I… if I got up now? I'm starting to feel a little cold, and… sticky."
I kissed the top of her head before giving her a hug and answering "Of course it would. Before, I was just trying to tell you that you didn't have to get up for any other reason."
She said something in Arabic, and then lifted her head to look at me. Seeing the puzzled expression on my face, she realized that I hadn't understood what she'd said. Embarrassed, she told me "I'm sorry. I was there for so long, that I started to speak in the language. What I said was that you make me happy that we are lovers."
I gave her a tender kiss on the forehead (it was all I could reach) and answered "And YOU make ME happy that we are lovers" – which earned me a look of love and happiness such as I'd seldom seen; I knew that I'd touched her heart in a way that was as special as she was.
We happily just looked at each other for several seconds before I asked her "Do you want to clean up by yourself? Or would it be okay if we took a shower together? If you want to do it alone, that's fine."
I could tell that she was more than a little surprised at the idea that I could want to take a shower WITH her, but after a moments consideration, she got a look of pleased anticipation before answering "I think I would like to take a shower with you."
"I think I would like that, too", I replied.
Hearing that, she quickly got off of me and moved to stand next to the bed. I followed her, but opted to sit on the edge long enough to gently pull her in front of me so that I could kiss each of her nipples before standing up. She looked up at me in amusement before taking my hand so the two of us could head toward the bathroom. Inside, I stood back and looked at how lovely and sexy she was as she went about getting the water started, and the temperature adjusted. Once she was satisfied, she turned to give me a brief look of invitation (that I most definitely didn't need!) before getting in. It wasn't but a couple of seconds before I was in there with her, and the two of us started getting each other cleaned up.
It proved to be a considerably less than utilitarian shower, however: after only the briefest of hesitation, she wasn't reluctant about washing me with her bare hands – feeling every part of my body, from my hair all the way down to the soles of my feet, with repeat 'cleaning' of a few areas in between. In return, she seemed to enjoy the way I washed her: thoroughly, and with close attention to detail.
If she had let me, I could have spent a lot of time just washing her hair; it was thick and sensuous in my hands. Still, after she took it away from me, there were other bits of her that proved to be entertaining, too…