So when it was over for her, I was a little relieved when she told me "Stop for a little bit, would you?"
I did as she asked, and after I lowered myself to rest on my elbows, she lifted her head to kiss me before saying "Christ, that felt good! But it's been too damn long since the last time I came like that, and being stuck in that chair means I'm not as strong as I used to be – and that climax just took too much out of me: I have got to rest a little bit before I can do it again." A moment later, she apologetically told me "I'm sorry – really, I am. I guess you want to cum, too, don't you?"
I kissed her back before answering "Yes, I would. But it also feels real nice to be with you, so I'm not in any hurry – slowing down or stopping like this just means I get to enjoy it more!" with a grin.
She couldn't help but grinning back up at me and asking "So, it's not so bad fucking a crip?"
I kissed her again and answered "Not even a little bit." – making her smile.
Several minutes went by with the two of us lying there, giving each other an occasional kiss; the whole time, her vagina continued to clench around me every so often in what were almost certainly involuntary spasms, helping keep me hard. Finally, she told me "Go ahead, if you want – I'm ready to do it again!" with a lusty grin.
Looking into her eyes, I slowly arched my hips back to ease my erect cock from the confines of her womanhood; then watched her face get an expression of delight and pleasure as I just as slowly filled her again. The next time was a little faster, and the one after that faster still. In just a couple of minutes, I was again pistoning in and out of her the way I had been before. It wasn't long until I could see that she was getting close again, and mentally prepared myself for what I knew was going to happen.
Her second orgasm from having me moving inside her was a little stronger than the first – and so was the feeling of her hot, wet pussy rhythmically tightening around me as I continued thrusting into her. As I felt the strength of her release waning, I slowed my movements in her so that I gradually got to the point of just holding myself inside her without her having to say anything. Her second recovery time was a trifle longer, I think, but she was still ready to pick up where we'd left off soon enough.
We continued like that through two more climaxes for her; it was after the last one that I knew the next would be the one that had me spilling my seed in her. I told her so, apologetically, and she just answered "Jesus! Don't worry about it, Jim; if you cum, you cum. You've already made me feel better than I have in over seven fucking years! Why would I be disappointed about that? Christ, after the way you've been humping me, I may need til next year to recover!"
The obvious sincerity in her voice and the expression on her face reassured me that she really wasn't bothered by the fact that our next time would likely be our last for the night. That made me feel better: since she'd had the courage to come out and ask me to go to bed with her, I really didn't want to leave her disappointed after she'd had to go so long without having sex.
So when she let me know that she was ready again, I quietly resolved to make it the best of the night for her.
When I'd gotten her close to another climax – and, admittedly, was close myself – I deliberately slowed my pace to draw things out for both of us. And it worked quite well, thank you very much: even as I felt the stirring in my balls that signalled my approaching release, Evie fell into what was obviously an extremely powerful orgasm. The way her vagina tightened with each wave of her release made her feel as tight as she'd been when I first slid my finger into her; the sensation of that and the hot slipperiness of her combined to trigger my own climax. Pressing myself as far into her as I could, my hard cock erupted to hose her insides with spurt after spurt of my jism.
I was the first of us to finish, and I managed to hold my body over hers so I could give her small kisses and nibble on her earlobes a little as she went through a series of progressively smaller aftershocks of pleasure. When she'd caught her breath, she looked up at me and said "Damn, that was good – but I'm sure glad you saved it for last! If you'd done that the first time, I really would have been just a fancy sex toy, 'cause I wouldn't have been able to do anything after that. Jesus!"
I couldn't help kissing the tip of her nose before I answered "And if they made sex toys like you, every guy would damn sure want one!"
She laughed, and I told her "When my dick shrinks a little more, I'll get us in there for a quick bath before we get you dressed again."
The question was clear on her face as she looked up at me, and I said "It seems like a good idea if you didn't have my cum running out of you when somebody comes up to get you ready for bed later."
Much to my surprise, she actually blushed before answering "Um, yeah, I suppose so. I really hadn't thought about that part of it. I'd be willing to let it happen just to see the expression on her face, whoever she is – but after how you've made me feel tonight, I'm not going to risk making any trouble for you."
The two of us spent the time exchanging a number of small kisses; it took a little longer than I'd expected because her vagina was again tightening around me every so often. Still, I finally did soften enough that I slipped out of the warm confines of her. With a final soft kiss to her lips, I got myself back up so that I was kneeling between her legs – and promptly saw that it had been a good thing we'd put the towel (and even plastic) under her ass: I discovered that the wet spot we'd generated not only went through the top layer of the towel, but the bottom layer, as well. If it hadn't been for the barrier of the plastic, we really would have left a big stain on the bed!
Evie must have seen the surprise on my face because she asked me what was going on. Nothing for me to do, of course, but tell her – amusing and embarrassing her, both.
My next task, though, was to figure out how to get her from the bed and into a bath. I wasn't really happy at the idea of trying to get her into a tub full of water – and risking falling or dropping her – so I decided the only way to make it happen was to get us into an empty tub, and then fill it. I told Evie what I figured to do, and she agreed that it sounded right: when others had to give her a bath, they put her into an empty tub, too. After I asked, she told me that if I supported most of her weight, she thought she could manage to walk into the bathroom and stand long enough for me to get us into the tub. And that was what we did, though with a little playing around on my part, such as trying to 'steer' her by holding her breasts, which made her laugh.
Once we were in the tub – both of us sitting, her leaning back against me – I got the water started, and adjusted to a temperature that was acceptable to both of us. Once the water was high enough, I shut it off and started cleaning us both up. Evie pointed out that the only way to make sure my cum was all out of her was by using my finger in her. That proved to be a trifle counterproductive, because it got her worked up again; I finally had to play with her tits with one hand while the other toyed with her clit until she had another orgasm before I could finish cleaning her up. Once we were out of the tub, she was able to sit on the commode long enough for me to get her dried off, then it was back onto the bed for her – where she insisted that I dry off where she could watch me. She was also adamant that I stay naked while we got her dressed again. She was highly pleased with herself when she managed to cop a couple of feels of my ass and even my penis before we were done.