As I'd learned from the first time, it didn't take her long to find pleasure in what we were doing, or for that pleasure to reach the point of her experiencing an orgasm. The sensation of it felt just as good to me as it had before, but with that being my second time with her, I was able to enjoy it a lot more without having to worry about it having too much of an affect on me; I simply kept sliding myself in and out of her in time with the waves of pleasure that I could feel coursing through her.
I had to release her breasts when she lowered her body to rest on her elbows afterwards; I simply used the opportunity to play with her ass for a bit before starting to caress her body. As she supported herself on her elbows, I could feel a change in how I was moving in her when she tried arching her back in different ways; one particular position seemed to please her the most, and she held herself there for the few minutes it took for her to climax again – the second one being much stronger and lasting longer than the first.
When she'd caught her breath, she managed to raise herself up off her elbows again. Taking a grip on the bed covers, she propped herself up and began pressing herself back against me again as I continued to slide nearly my entire length in and out of her. Reaching down, I cupped my hands under her breasts – but only enough to let the hard peaks of her nipples drag across my palms as her breasts swayed in time with my motions. It took only a few seconds of that before she started to moan at the sensations it caused, and I could feel her get even wetter around me than she'd been before. It was a little bit of a strain on me, so I wasn't able to keep my hands the way they were for very long, and I heard her groan in disappointment when I finally had to pull them away from her. When I leaned forward to use my arms to support my body, though, I was able to lower my head and begin kissing her shoulders and neck and even softly nibble her ears; those actions seemed to be agreeable substitutes to her, judging by the noises she made in response.
I was finally starting to get a little bit tired, and had my hands on her hips to help steady the two of us when she slid into her third climax since we'd started. It didn't seem to be as strong as the one before, but it easily lasted just as long. After it ended, I slowed my strokes into her and asked if she'd like to try something else. Panting and still feeling some of the effects of her most recent release, she could only turn her head to look at me and nod her agreement. After kissing the back of her neck, I carefully eased myself out of her, hearing her soft moan of disappointment when I finally slipped free.
Taking her into my arms, I got the two of us lying on the bed again, with her on top of me and straddling my hips. I readily held her in my arms as she got her wits and strength and breath back. When I could tell that she was ready, I gave her a hug and told her "I think maybe that's too many, and too close together, yes?"
She nodded, and I continued "What we can do now is have you be on top, and the active one. That way, you decide how much and how fast. Okay?"
She lifted her head to look at me, somewhat perplexed – it took me only a moment to realize that she really didn't understand what I was telling her. After kissing the tip of her nose, I explained "This is like the first time we were together, except upside-down. Now you'll be the one on top of me; instead of me moving in you, you'll be the one moving on me. Understand?"
It took her only a moments consideration to realize what I was saying, and return my smile. As she started to lift herself up so that she could begin, I told her "Once you get me started, you can lean forward and you'll be able to see as it happens."
Again, she seemed to be thrown, this time at the idea of looking at what was happening as she made love. But from the expression she got on her face, I knew that the idea had a fair amount of appeal to her. A few seconds later, she'd moved herself back enough that she could lift up and get herself situated over my erect cock as she held it in position. She carefully lowered herself, and I don't think that either of us was surprised by how quickly and easily it popped into her. Without even seeming to realize I was there, she leaned forward and put her hands on my chest to support herself as she looked down to where we were joined. A moment later, she began to lower herself onto me the rest of the way – and I heard her gasp, then moan softly, as she watched her self-impalement onto my manhood. When our pubic hair had merged, she lifted her head to look at me in pleased amazement as she quietly announced "To see it… and feel it at the same time…"
I just grinned in reply as I reached up to take her breasts in my hands, then begin running my thumbs across her nipples, watching as they again lengthened and hardened in response.
With my touch on her mammaries, Saleh realized that if she wanted my penis moving in her, it was up to her to make it happen. She started easily and slowly enough by simply sliding herself up and down on my erection; it didn't take her long to branch out and start trying other things, as welclass="underline" holding herself as far onto me as she could and investigating how it felt when she simply moved her hips and pelvis in different ways, leaning a good ways in different directions so that her movements on me had my cock rubbing against one particular area or another of her vagina, and even holding herself well over me so that the end of my penis was contacting her only in the area right behind her opening.
The whole time she was experimenting, I simply found things to do to keep myself occupied with her body. If I could, I was happy to play with her breasts; if they were out of reach, I was equally fine with being able to caress her silken thighs and toy with the firm globes of her ass. And, of course, when the opportunity presented itself, I'd kiss her – lips, tip of her nose, ear, shoulder, hand, nipple, or anything else that I could get my lips on. It wasn't 'just' kisses, either; I'd softly bite, nibble with my lips, suck, lick, or anything else that I could think of.
All in all, the two of us had a pretty damn good time with each other: her learning how it felt to have my cock moving in her in different ways, and me free to do pretty much anything I wanted to any part of her that came within reach of what I wanted to do it with.
Ultimately, she settled on something that clearly pleased her immensely: leaning forward with her hands on the bed and supporting herself with her arms while she rocked her hips to slide herself up and down my manhood. My contribution was to lift my head so that I could lick her breasts, and suck and 'chew' on her nipples, while my hands roamed across the rest of her body.
The first orgasm she had while on top of me was relatively small; the second was a bit stronger. The third and fourth weren't any more powerful, but each lasted a bit longer than the one before. By the time the fourth had passed, though, I could tell that she was starting to tire a little bit. Releasing her nipple from between my lips, I put my hands on her hips and applied just enough pressure to get her to slow, then stop, her movement over me. Covered with a faint sheen of perspiration and her hair hanging over her shoulder and partially covering the breast that I hadn't been occupied with, she looked incredibly lovely and sexy. Looking up at her, I suggested "I can tell you're getting tired. How about if you stay where you are, and I start making love to you again?"
It took only a moment for her to accept my offer with a small nod of her head; a moment after that and I was lifting my hips as I started to keep my end of the bargain.
It was easy enough for me to get into the same rhythm that she'd been in, and it didn't take long before I could tell that having ME move in her was letting her enjoy the feeling of our union more than she had before. I wasn't having to exert myself all that much, so I was able to maintain the pace of our lovemaking enough to see her through a fifth orgasm – one that had her panting and groaning for longer than I thought she even could.