She nodded that she did, and was looking at me in fascination as I continued "Then, that night that you took your clothes off and let me look at you… I told you that I was grateful that you'd let me look at you that way, and I meant every word of it. I got the chance to see that all of you, together, makes such a lovely person; your strong, graceful legs that just… flow into your cute butt. I saw that all the rest of you was as soft and smooth and lovely as what I'd already seen, and your skin made me think of some porcelain that I saw in a high-end store one time – a pale pink that just begged to be touched. Then when you sat on my lap and did let me touch you! That night, more than anything else in the world, I wished that I could give you a massage so I would have the time to enjoy the feel of as much of your skin as I could get my hands on. It was a delight for me that you were agreeable to letting me learn about your breasts after I'd grown to appreciate them so much; they were so wonderfully warm and firm and smooth, and even better than I'd dared hope they be."
It was plain that I'd gotten her out of her previous frame of mind as I went on "You let me kiss you that night, too – and that meant as much to me as all the rest of it; particularly when you were so willing to kiss me back. Since that night, you've been willing to share yourself with me… not just your body, as lovely and delightful as it is, but some of your heart, and mind, and even soul. I've grown to love you, Gina – not the way you and Elisse love each other, of course, but simply as someone that I've learned is such a good and decent human being… honest, and loving, and sincere; for your courage and intelligence, and the kindness and trust and respect you've graced me with."
I'd started by moving my hand and cupping her face, then softly caressing it when I was describing how I saw her; as I continued talking to her, I casually shifted my touch to include the parts of her that I was talking about, until my hand was wandering at random over as much of the front of her as I could reach. As I finished, I slowly centered my attentions on her breasts – tenderly stroking them, gently squeezing their firm mass, and lightly running my fingertips across her slowly erecting nipples. When I was done talking, I looked into her eyes for a few seconds before gradually lowering my head to kiss her – giving her plenty of time to let me know if she had any objections.
She didn't, and the first touch of our lips was brief, and chaste. I saw in her eyes that she'd welcome another, and readily touched my lips to hers again; before our lips parted, I could feel her starting to return the love and affection that I was offering her.
Over the next few minutes, our kisses gradually grew longer and more loving… as well as deeper. After our tongues had danced and dueled in each others mouths several times, I started shifting my kisses to other areas. Starting with her face, I patiently began to ease my attentions lower: a little bit of nibbling on her earlobe with my lips was followed by a series of kisses down her neck and onto her shoulder; then it was back to apply a number of soft bites and kisses to her throat on my way to the other side. After mirroring my actions, my lips blazed a trail along her jaw, then down her throat – and continued on to the valley between her breasts. With my hand on one breast, I used my mouth and lips and tongue to duplicate its actions on the other.
When I shifted my oral efforts to the other breast, I began caressing her between her breasts and pubis; hips, sides, waist… all were subjected to my patient attentions. When my ministrations to her mammary began to have the desired effect, I casually and indirectly eased my hand farther down her body to begin softly stroking her thighs: down the tops or outsides, but always along the insides as I lightly brought my fingertips back up. It didn't take but a very few minutes for her to begin opening herself up to my touch; the first time I drew my fingertips along the cleft of her sex, she raised her hips in response while releasing a soft moan.
I continued to lick and nurse at her breasts as I deliberately teased her arousal higher and higher. Only when I began to hear a hint of frustration in her moans was I ready to continue.
After releasing her nipple from between my lips, I started to apply various combinations of kisses, softly "biting" her with my lips, and using just the very tip of my tongue to taste tiny patches of her soft skin in as random and indirect of a manner as I could – though the general direction tended to be lower and lower on her body. After several minutes, I once again had my second-most favorite view of her: looking up her body from between the firm, smooth expanses of her thighs.
Directly in front of me was the pale yellow thicket of her pubic hair. I'd already had the opportunity to learn that it was easily as thick and luxurious as it had first looked, and an amused Gina quickly got used to having me running my fingertips through it when given the chance. She kept it trimmed in such a way that it flowed down onto her mons… but no lower than just above where her clitoris was starting to make an appearance. I'd been amazed when I'd discovered just how small her clitoris was – and equally delighted by how sensitive.
Flowing out from the hood of her clitoris were her labia; they were thicker and longer than I'd expected them to be, but still soft and smooth. Farther down, they separated enough that I could see the entrance to Gina's vagina and the oils beginning to collect there. The scent of her had a slight "tang" to it that corresponded with her taste; rather than being offensive in any way, it actually made her essence even more appealing to my taste buds.
Gently pulling her labia a little farther apart, I lowered my head and began to extend my tongue as I looked forward to once again sampling her nectar.
It didn't take me but a couple of minutes to stimulate her into producing more of the oils that she so readily produced when she was aroused, and I happily lapped them up between bouts of teasing her clitoris with my tongue, and taking her labia between my lips and softly sucking and "chewing" on them. But the thing that excited her most (and baffled me, quite honestly) was when I would try to see how much of my tongue I could get through the tight ring of her opening, and into her vagina. It was never as much as I would have liked, but Gina invariably found the attempts to be eminently pleasurable.
The greatly increased level of her arousal also resulted in her vaginal lips staying parted – which freed my hands so that I could reach up and get them on her breasts. She seemed perfectly willing to let me take over pinching and pulling on her nipples so that she could use her hands to squeeze and caress them; our combined efforts at her bosom only fueled the conflagration building where my lips and mouth were busy.
From the amount of her woman's juices that she was producing, and the noises that she was starting to make, I knew that Gina wasn't far from having an orgasm. That was something that I was looking forward to for several reasons. The first was that her vagina would push out even more of her oils when it happened, and I really did like the taste of them. Second was the fact that I felt no small affection for her, and was happy for her that I was able to bring pleasure to her. The third was that after an orgasm, she'd be more relaxed (and agreeable, I thought/hoped) about our first pass at letting me attempt to impregnate her. I knew she wasn't going to like it; all I was really hoping to accomplish was to make it as easy and trouble-free as I could for her. I expected that if I could at least do THAT much, then the times after that would be relatively easy.
So I was perfectly willing to continue my efforts at helping her find a release to the sexual tension building in her – and completely ready when she DID find that release. Accompanied by a deep groan, Gina's thighs tried to come together with the start of her orgasm. Much to my relief, the attempt was neither rapid, nor forceful; I could easily hear her gasps and moans as her body spasmed with the intense pleasure coursing through it. For my part, I was as happy as I could be about the amount of fluids that her vagina was pushing out for me to consume.