As I'd figured, it didn't take very long before she slid into her fourth – and strongest – orgasm of the evening. Granted, none of them had been particularly 'earth shattering' for her; but I thought I could discern that they were coming (pardon the pun!) closer and closer together, as well as being progressively stronger. If things went as I was hoping and thinking they would, she wouldn't have any trouble remembering me, or our time together.
Our activities of the previous night had done a pretty good job of relieving any sexual tensions I might have been feeling; that, coupled with our slower and gentler pace was making it a lot easier for me to control myself as to how quickly I needed to find my own release. So as enjoyable as the sensation of her vaginal spasms had felt around my cock, I was still ready to go back to fucking myself in and out of her as her climax ended. I'd just gotten into a nice rhythm again when she gasped out "Christ! What are you, the fucking Superman of sex or something?"
"Not Superman. Just taking the time to really enjoy it, is all", I managed to gasp back.
"I guess!" I heard, in reply.
I was able to 'pace' myself enough that I was able to see her through another orgasm – though the way her pussy felt around my cock made it a lot closer than I would have liked. Close enough, in fact, that I welcomed the opportunity to regain some control after she'd recovered from her climax and told me that she wanted to be on top of me again. When I slid my dick out of her, I released a small wave of her juices that quickly overwhelmed her pubic hair's ability to absorb it, and began to slowly trickle down the inside of one of her thighs. Ever the gentleman, I backed up far enough that I could lean over and use my tongue to collect them – and then continue my way up her leg until I was able to put my mouth across her opening and gently suck out any surplus that might also escape. Her deep groan of pleasure let me know that she appreciated my efforts…
Rather than just lying back and having her climb on top of me again, I suggested that I sit up enough to rest against the headboard of the bed: that way, it would be easier for us to kiss or do anything else that might come to mind for either one of us. Jenny agreed without hesitation, and a minute later, she was again wrapped around my cock as she sat on my lap while I leaned back and just enjoyed the sensation.
Even with the break she'd gotten from having me as the 'active' partner, the orgasms she'd had had still taken a lot out of her. So it wasn't all that long before the rise and fall of her body over mine began to slow again. As before, I put my hands on her hips and got her settled onto my lap again before telling her "If you're up for something a little different, I think I know how we can keep going." It was only after I'd said it that I realized that after the activities of the previous night, something that was just 'a little' different was probably going to sound pretty mainstream to her. The grin she got on her face told me that she'd likely had much the same thought before she answered "I don't think that would be a problem. What is it?"
I quickly suggested that she simply turn around, so that she could lean back against my chest; that would let me start moving in her, or if I got tired, think of something else. Unsurprisingly, she didn't have any problem with it, and carefully got herself turned around without having to lift herself off of me – which was an experience I still think about with pleasure!
When she was leaning back against me, I welcomed the opportunity to lower my head slightly and begin kissing and softly biting her shoulder – then the base of her neck, her earlobe, and around to the back of her neck. As I did, I could feel her becoming even wetter around me, and heard as she started panting and moaning softly in response. Her arousal increased even more when I switched over to repeat my actions on the other side of her; by the time I was kissing the back of her neck again, she was writhing in passion. Moving my hands up from her belly, I cupped her breasts and began a slow squeezing and pulling motion, as though I were trying to 'milk' her – except that at the end of it, I was softly pulling and tweaking her nipples. It didn't take much of that before both of her small breasts were noticeably tight and firm, and her nipples long and hard. Keeping one hand busy with her breasts, I used the other the softly trace a path down her body and ending between her smooth thighs. Slowly hunching myself up into her, I used the tip of one finger to collect some of her oils from where we were joined and used it to lubricate things as I started to slowly and softly play with her exposed clit, and the area around it.
By frequently 'topping off' the lubrication from her ample supply, I was able to avoid causing her any discomfort as I added even more to the sensations I knew she was experiencing: between what I was still doing to her neck and shoulders, my hand on her breasts, slowly sliding my hard dick in and out of her, and twiddling her clitoris, I was doing as much as I possibly could to stimulate her.
It wasn't but a very few minutes after I'd started playing with her clitoris that she fell into her sixth orgasm – one that had her trying to scream through clenched teeth and lips that were tightly closed as a series of powerful spasms wracked her tiny frame; that I didn't let up on my assault on her senses only drew it out for much longer than any of the others she'd had that night. As the post-orgasmic aftershocks going through her body came farther and farther apart, I slowed and finally stopped my attentions to her, giving her the chance to recover. When her breathing had again stabilized, I heard her softly tell me "Damn you! I said no tricks, and you still make me cum hard enough to damn near kill me!"
Holding her in my arms, I kissed the top of her head and answered "Oh. I though you just meant no tricks that time – like, no doing what I did last night. You didn't like that?"
"Bastard. Yes, I did like it! It's just that I like to have died, I liked it so much. Where the hell did you learn to DO stuff like that? Christ, you need to be on the Olympic sex team, or something!"
I couldn't help but laugh briefly before I answered "I learned to do stuff like that from women. Surely you didn't think I was a virgin or anything before we met, did you?"
I could hear her soft laugh before she told me "No, I didn't think you were a virgin before we met. But how many women have you have been with that you've learned so much?"
"I don't expect that I've been with any more women than any other single guy my age. It's just that I always pay attention to what they tell me they like – whether it's with their words or their actions. And I've driven around enough women together in the back of my cab to hear what kinds of things a lot of them say they like and don't like; I just keep my mouth shut up front and drive, and they pretty much forget that I'm even there, so I get to hear all kinds of lessons from them. I learned a long time ago that women talk about guys as much as guys talk about women – and do it in pretty much the same ways, when they think nobody's listening."
I had to grin to myself when I saw her ears darken slightly as she blushed, realizing that her 'woman's secret' was out – at least, to me.
She started to move then, only to realize that I was still hard and inside her. Turning her head to look at me in amazement, she demanded "What IS it with you tonight? Did somebody take the Jim I was with last night and give me RoboStud when I wasn't looking? Are you having some kind of uh… problem or something that you can't cum? Am I doing something wrong?"
Again, I had to laugh before I answered "In reverse order, the answers to your questions are: no, you're not doing anything wrong; no, I'm not having any kind of 'problem'; yes, I'm still Jim, not RoboStud; and I'm just trying to enjoy being with you like this as much as I can, so I'm trying to make it last longer. If it helps any, all the stuff we did last night is just making it easier for me to, uh, 'hold off' tonight. As a matter of fact, the last couple of times you orgasmed, I got a lot closer to climaxing, too; I don't think it'll be much longer before I can't wait any more, and then I'll be done – for the night, I think."