By the time she was ready for her sixth, though, I was feeling a little bit of strain. Not just from the physical effort, but trying to hold back from emptying myself into her in response to all the pleasant and stimulating sensations she was creating around me. So when I realized that she was actually getting close again, I decided that it would probably be best if I did what I could to bring the evenings activities to an end by making it as good for her as could be managed.
Toward that end, I did something that an old girlfriend had taught me to do with her: as I could feel/see her getting closer and closer to the start of her climax, I would gradually slow and lengthen the way I was stroking into her – doing with my penis in her vagina what I would sometimes do with my tongue on her clitoris. I'd been assured that although the resulting orgasm wasn't as 'strong', it was somehow deeper, and more satisfying. That it also had an affect on ME only made it that much more appealing.
Even though I hadn't done that much since the girlfriend involved had moved out, I discovered that I still had a good 'feel' for it as I started using it on Saleh: we were a bit past the point that I knew signaled her approaching orgasm when I heard her start making a faint noise. A little longer, and closer still to her release, and the noise was loud enough that I could recognize it: a vaguely-frustrated whimpering noise, apparently in response that I was delaying and intensifying her climax. I might have been tempted to have mercy on her if it weren't for one small detaiclass="underline" what I was doing was having the same impact on me, too.
Saleh and I were both at the ragged edge of release when I finally did the one thing that would do us both in: slowly withdrawing from her before all but slamming myself into her in a single powerful thrust.
The sudden hard pressure against her clitoris pushed Saleh over the edge with a vengeance; the physical stimulation she created around my cock did it for me.
Even as I was emptying myself into her in what felt like a continuous spray of semen, I could tell that even though Saleh wasn't exhibiting the physical responses I'd seen in her before, what was happening to her was having more of an impact.
My climax was so intense that my cock was still twitching as it tried to fill her with cum that I simply didn't have when she all but collapsed on top of me. Surprised at the suddenness of it, I quickly put my arms around her and checked to make sure that she was okay; it didn't take but a few moments to determine that she had a pulse and was still breathing. When I pulled her hair out of the way to look into her face, I saw that she was plainly stunned by what she'd just been through. I spoke her name and saw her eyes move toward the sound of my voice, so I knew that she hadn't passed out or anything like that – she was simply overwhelmed, and unable to respond.
Wrapping my arms around her again, I gently stroked her back and sides as I softly spoke to her – repeatedly telling her that I loved her, that everything would be okay in a bit, and generally reassuring her as she slowly got herself back together.
After a couple of minutes, she finally started to stir in my arms; I quickly moved my head to look into her face and saw that she was again more-or-less alert and coherent. Tilting my head a bit, I was able to kiss her forehead; when I pulled back, I could see how much that simple gesture meant to her. She started to speak, but all that came out was a weak croaking noise. I rolled us over onto our sides, then carefully guided her to lie on her back. After a quick kiss to her lips, I looked into her eyes as I told her "I'm going to get you something to drink. I'll be right back, okay?"
She gave me a small nod, and I released her so that I could make a hurried trip to the bathroom, returning with a glass of cool water. I set the glass aside long enough to take a position resting against the headboard of the bed, and get her onto my lap. With her in a position to be able to drink properly, I picked up the glass and held it to her lips. Over the next couple of minutes, I was able to help her drink more and more of the water; she also recovered enough of her strength that she was able to take the glass from me and hold it herself. After it was empty, she held it out to me and softly asked "More?"
She was able to get herself off my lap, and I quickly refilled the glass in the bathroom. When I got back to her, she indicated that she wanted to be next to me instead of on my lap, and I readily guided her to nestle into my side before handing her the glass again.
She'd gone through about half of the glass of water when I heard her say "I thought the other times I felt that were good. But that one…!"
After seeing how what I'd done had affected her, I was feeling a little ashamed of myself, and told her "I'm sorry, Saleh."
"Why are you sorry?"
"For what I did – for making you have an orgasm like that, and what happened to you because of it."
"But there is nothing for you to say you are sorry for. Yes, I know that you were teasing me, and that you made me orgasm even more. And yes, I know what I have been like since that. Do you think that you are the only one that made that happen? Don't you think that I could have changed things, that I could have started moving on you if I didn't like what you were doing? I knew that it was going to be our last time, and that you were trying to make it special for me; I wanted it to be special, too. And it WAS special, Jim! If I had known what would happen because of it, I don't know that I would have the courage to do it – but I am not sorry that it DID happen. You are a good and loving man, and you have given me great pleasure and happiness tonight. I simply couldn't be upset or angry with you, after you have given so much of yourself to me!"
I was under no illusions that I had even the slightest understanding of how the female mind worked, and what she just said to me only confirmed my ignorance: I was worried that I'd upset her, only to learn that not only wasn't she upset, but that she actually appreciated what I'd done!
Well, I certainly wasn't going to argue the matter with her. I thought I screwed up, and she had informed me that what I'd done had actually been a GOOD thing. All I could do was let it go in favor of hugging her, and giving her a kiss on the top of her head. She responded by trying to wriggle a little closer to me and releasing a happy and contented sigh.
A bit later, she drained the rest of the water from the glass and set it on the night stand before telling me "If you would have me, I would like us to lie together again, like we did before."
"Spooning, you mean?"
"No, the one before that – when you were holding me."
Understanding that she wanted to lie on top of me, I didn't hesitate to tell her "Yes, I would like that, too."
In short order, we had gotten ourselves repositioned just as she'd wanted: her lying on her stomach on top of me as I held her in my arms. A lot of my cum had drained out of her while she was sitting on my lap, but I didn't mind that in the slightest; what was important to me was that I was able to hold her in my arms and feel her heart beating against my chest.
Several minutes went by before she asked "Dearest one, I'm starting to feel a little bit cold again, but I don't want to get up this time. I want to stay here like this with you as long as we can. Is there anything else that can be done?"
Looking around, I saw that we'd pretty much managed to ruin the arrangement of the bed covers; it looked to me like I might be able to pull enough of the bedspread over to cover the two of us. Telling her what I planned to do, she managed to keep from falling off of me while I tried, and succeeded, in doing what I'd set out to. It took just a few seconds for her to start feeling warm again, and she kissed my chest and hugged me before sighing her happiness.