From the expression on her face, I could tell that she was both delighted that I'd want to make our last night together so special, and both relieved and disappointed that the end of our lovemaking was getting close.
"Well, I'm about worn out, so I hope that whatever you want to do next is a little easier on me!"
I knew from the tone of voice she was using, she really wasn't complaining – far from it, I expected. But I still understood that I was going to have to take over for a while; she was understandably tired.
"I don't think that'll be a problem", I assured her, adding "Actually, what I was thinking was that it would be nice to have you on your back and me over you – you know, the old standby. That way, we can still kiss and touch and everything, but I'll be the one doing all the work…"
She grinned and said "It isn't 'work' if it feels this good – but I understand what you mean. Yeah, I think I'd like that; and not just because it means I finally get to rest!"
I grinned back at her, and after I gave her a small nudge, she readily lifted herself off my erection and moved to lie on her back next to me. I scooted down and leaned over to give her a series of soft kisses on her face before touching my lips to hers; the kiss we shared was deeply affectionate and loving. When our lips finally parted, I finally started to move over her; she readily spread and lifted her legs to not only make room for me, but to make it easier for me to enter her again.
With only minor adjustment, I soon had the end of my penis nestled between her labia and softly pressing against her opening. Before I could enter her again, though, she surprised me by raising up to rest on her elbows. Seeing the puzzlement on my face, she looked faintly embarrassed as she told me "All the times I've had sex, I've never really watched as a guy put it in me. It always feels so good, so this time, I want to see it while I'm feeling it."
I simply gave a small shrug of my shoulders and answered "If that's what you want to do, then by all means, knock yourself out."
Thus reassured that I didn't mind, she lowered her head slightly and shifted her eyes to where my penis was poised to enter her.
So it happened that both of us were watching as I arched my hips and made my manhood disappear into the hot, wet confines of her womanhood. In acceptance of her desire to see and feel it, I entered her as slowly as I could manage; and as more and more of my cock filled her tight channel, I heard her gasp and softly say "God! As good as it feels, it's even sexier to see!"
Only when my pelvis was pressed against hers did she lower herself to lie on her back again, her eyes still seeing our sexual reunion.
When I started moving in her, though, her attention quickly returned to the physical sensations I was creating within her. Able to simply 'lay back and enjoy it', Jenny's arousal and excitement at having me inside her again quickly reached their previous levels – and then increased. It wasn't long before she was tossing her head back and forth, her long dark hair whipping around like a cloud of India ink, as she emitted a variety of noises that let me know that what I was doing was pleasing to her.
All I was doing, really, was just fucking her: sometimes long, slow strokes that had me almost entirely out of her before I again filled her completely; other times, it was a period of short, rapid thrusts that had my pelvis bumping against hers and applying pressure to her clitoris. Or I'd bury myself in her, and then just 'bump' myself against her, barely moving myself in her. Whatever I did, and how I did it, it seemed to please her and increase her passion.
My efforts saw her through a seventh orgasm without my slowing down in the slightest; I was finally starting to feel the stirring in my balls that meant my own release wasn't far off when I felt her vagina begin a fluttering that I'd learned meant her own climax was approaching, as well.
I somehow managed to hold off long enough to push her into what was apparently the deepest end of the orgasm pooclass="underline" I'd slowed my actions so that I was making long, steady strokes into her when I felt her clamp down around me as her body froze in place underneath me. I knew that it was her strongest orgasm of either night because of the change in the way her vagina grasped at my cock: rather than the simple tightening around me she'd exhibited before, that time her internal muscles began a rhythmic spasming that started at the base of my penis and ran toward the head – it felt like she was literally trying to milk the cum out of me.
The sensation of it was so powerful and so different, that it had just that effect: it didn't take me but a moment to try and stuff my cock as far inside her as I possibly could before I began spraying her cervix with my cum in what felt like an almost continuous spray of semen. It was easily the hardest I'd climaxed in a long, long time.
I can only figure that she must have felt it, too, because her eyes suddenly flew open and she started making a keening sound whose pitch raised and lowered in time with the spasms I could feel in her vagina.
I continued to feel her vagina trying to milk my penis well after I'd deposited every drop of cum I had into her. Looking down at her, I immediately saw that she'd climaxed hard enough that she'd basically lost consciousness as she'd done the night before. So even though I was still semi-hard and delighting in the feel of her around my cock, I carefully withdrew from her so that I could begin trying to help her recover her senses.
As I'd done the night before, my first stop was the kitchen where I got several sodas together with a couple of sandwiches. Then, on second thought, I added a few of the snack bars I usually carried in my cab. Once that assortment was on the night table, it was into the bathroom where I took the opportunity to clean off the majority of the fluids that coated me from navel to knees. That done, I got some things together to clean Jenny up a bit. Back in the bedroom, I saw that she didn't appear to have moved in the slightest; a quick check reassured me that she DID have a heartbeat and that she WAS breathing. I didn't bother trying to wipe up all the residue of our lovemaking that was smeared around on her; I was content to simply get most of it so that neither of us would get too sticky before she was mobile again.
With a damp washcloth and towel nearby, I got the two of us seated and resting against the headboard as I gently went about trying to bring her back to something more closely resembling an actual living being.
It took me longer than I expected; I'd thought that her last orgasm had been like the one she'd had the night before, but it seemed that it, coupled with all the others before it, had hit her a lot harder. I was genuinely starting to wonder if I didn't need to get some medical assistance when I finally saw her eyelids start to flutter. With a little encouragement from me, it wasn't much longer before they opened – though I could tell that she still wasn't coherent enough to actually 'see' anything. Still, it was progress, and I continued my efforts to nurse her back to reality.
Eventually, she was able to focus on me; and shortly after that, I could see that she was getting her thought processes back, as well.
So I wasn't all that surprised when the first thing to come out of her mouth a few minutes later was a soft "Son of a bitch."
By that time, I was extremely regretful about what I'd done to (with?) her, and immediately apologized, telling her "I know. I'm really, really sorry. I was trying to make you feel as good as I could, but now I know it was too much. I wish I could go back and undo it, but I can't. I'm sorry, I really am. I didn't know that you could cum any harder than you did last night, and I'm as sorry as I can be that I was wrong."
She seemed to consider that for a few moments before I heard "Not pissed. Surprised." A few seconds later she managed to whisper "Water?"