Once we'd managed to get ourselves out of the shower and dried off, it was back to the bed again. I had the pleasure of introducing her to 'spooning' by getting her nestled against my front; after she'd wriggled herself as close to me as she could, and I'd put my arm around her and cupped her breast, she released a deep sigh of contentment.
By asking her a few open-ended questions, I was able to get her to start talking about herself. Not a repeat of the things she'd told me about her marriage, but things about her – how she'd grown up, what she'd wanted to do when she was younger, what she could expect when she got home, and so on. Along the way, I casually asked her a few leading questions to get her to think a little more about something she'd said. I also made a very few observation to her, trying to help her consider options or details that hadn't occurred to her. And the whole time we lay there, I would happily give her brief, casual kisses: on her shoulder, on her ear, the back of her neck, or any other place within easy reach.
We must have stayed there, talking, for an hour or more before gradually lapsing into a comfortable silence.
I'd released her breast in favor of caressing her side and hip and thigh when she quietly asked me "Jim? I know that it's the right thing for us to only have this little bit of time together. You have already made me so happy, and shown me the pleasure I can know from being with a man. If you will, I would like for you to stay with me until I have to leave. Would you do that?"
I gave her a soft hug as I answered "Nothing would make me happier, dear one."
A moment later she told me "I… I do not want to offend you or cause you to be embarrassed, but…"
"But what?"
"What we have done… is it possible that we can continue? That there can be more between us before I must leave? Before, he would use me only once, and I was happy about that. But now…"
I put my arm back around her and softly kissed her shoulder before I answered "Yes, we can make love some more, if you like. And because you have already brought me pleasure, I will be able to make love with you even longer if that is what you want."
To my surprise, she scooted away from me a little bit – then rolled over so that she was facing me. Looking into my face, she seemed uncertain as she asked "Truly? How… how can you do that?"
"It isn't anything special about me, Saleh. That's just how men are: we are easily aroused and satisfied the first time that we make love. After that, it takes a little longer for us to be ready again each time; but when we are ready, it takes a little longer before we finish, too."
She looked at me intently for a few seconds, as though she was trying to make sure that I wasn't just trying to blow smoke up her cute little butt. But it didn't take her long to decide that I wasn't, and she graced me with a happy smile before telling me "I would like that."
She was close enough that I could kiss her lips before answering "I would like that, too", with a smile of my own, and to her visible delight.
I watched as she got thoughtful for a few seconds before hesitantly asking "What you did to me before, with your mouth… it made me feel very good, and that I… wanted you. Is that something that I could do, too? To help you be ready again?"
"You don't have to do that for me to be able to make love with you again, if you don't want to."
Blushing, she told me "But I think that I do want to. What you did, it felt so good to me, and I want to bring you pleasure like that. And I told you that I wanted to learn about the things that a man and woman can do. When I marry again, it will be for love, and I want to be able to show that love to my husband."
"If you're sure, then I don't mind. But I have only one question, first."
A trifle nervously, she asked "What question?"
"Can I do that to you while you do it to me?"
It wasn't but a minute later that Saleh was straddling my head as she made her first, tentative efforts at learning how to give blowjobs. After cautioning her about how pressure-sensitive my testicles were, and assuring her that I'd let her know if I was going to climax, I left her to her own devices – I figured it would be fairly obvious to her when she got things right, and as long as she didn't hurt me, she couldn't really do anything all that wrong.
For my part, I was delighted at having the opportunity to not only have my head between her thighs again, but to be able to get my hands on her lovely ass again. After she gave the head of my dick a first tentative kiss, I lifted my head and happily ran the tip of my tongue between her labia. She wasn't as aroused and wet inside as she'd been before, but I figured that I could correct that little problem – and proceeded to do so with a will.
It didn't take me long to realize that she was taking a lot of her cues from me: when I started toying with her clitoris with my tongue, she would try doing much the same thing on the head of my penis; when I stiffened my tongue and tried to slide it as far into her as possible, she'd take as much of my slowly-stiffening cock into her mouth as she could. Rather than take advantage of that knowledge, I elected to simply continue enjoy the process of arousing her as much as I could. I will confess to doing a couple of things differently, though, in order to give her some 'hints' about what she could be doing.
She learned easily and readily enough, and it wasn't long before she had me fully erect – and in return, I had her fairly dripping with desire.
I was having a fine time trying to see if I could suck her ovaries out through her vagina when I felt her release me from her mouth; a moment later I heard her ask "Please… we can make love, now? I want to feel you inside me!"
After running my tongue between her labia one last time, I gently guided her off of me and sat up. She was sitting, too, and the two of us shared an impassioned kiss before I told her "The way we made love before is just one of many ways that a man and woman can find pleasure together. Do you want to try some of the other ones, or is that one enough for you?"
It took only a moment for her to eagerly answer "I want to learn more!"
I couldn't help grinning at her enthusiasm, and calmly proceeded to guide her so that she was on her hands and knees. I saw her get a look of delight when I started to move behind her, and she told me "I've seen when animals are like this, and I though that it looked… sexy. I never thought to do it myself!"
Rather than say anything, I simply let her experience it: after getting the head of my penis wedged against her opening, I leaned forward enough that I was able to reach around her and hold her breasts in my hands before I started pressing myself into her. Knowing that I wasn't going to hurt her, she willingly relaxed herself to make my entry easier; I felt myself slip into her quickly and fairly easily. Still, I paused for a few moments to see if she needed or wanted any time to get used to me. She let me know she didn't by pressing herself back against me, and sliding herself a little farther onto my erection.
Still holding her breasts in my hands, I gently rolled her nipples between my fingers as I arched my hips to ease myself deeper into her; I was both pleased and surprised that her wetness made it possible to bury myself in her in a single slow thrust – one that was accompanied by a continuous moan of pleasure from her. Only when my pubic hair was firmly wedged into the crack of her ass did she stop, only to tell me "It feels different, somehow, to have you in me this way. I like it!"
Again, I chose to let my actions speak for me as I slowly eased myself back out of her until the tight ring of her opening was clenched around my cock just behind the glans, then sliding myself back into her a little more quickly. I'd no more than filled her again than I was doing it again, a little faster. Then again, faster still, and again.
It didn't take but a couple of minutes before I was pistoning in and out of her at a steady and fairly quick rhythm. I could feel her breasts get tighter in my hands, and her nipples getting longer and harder as I continued moving in her.