Her lips parted as I slid my finger inside of her. I pumped it back and forth, listening to the wet sound. “Very.”
“Anything else you can think of?” Her voice was soft, almost pleading.
I kissed her soft lips, and her tongue pierced my mouth eagerly. “You turn red sometimes. Like now.”
“What do I want, Travis? What do I need from you?”
I moved between her legs, and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit, moistening it. I hardened as I slapped my cock against her clit, teasing her. “Please,” she whispered.
I eased my cock into her slowly, and listened to her sounds, her soft whimper. “Am I faking this?”
“No,” I answered, pushing slowly onward, until my entire length was in her.
“Was that difficult? Did it seem like it hurt me?”
“I think you liked it.”
“I love it, Travis. I love to feel you inside of me.”
We kissed while I slowly made love to her. Her eyes closed and she pulled me down into her arms, thrusting back against me with each stroke. “Make me come,” she whispered. “Make me come for you, sweet lover.”
She had taught me what she liked, what she needed. How to change position slightly, accessing different areas inside of her. Shorter faster strokes, with her legs pulled back, rising over her, pressing deep and hard, laying on her letting her feel my weight, grinding at the end of each stroke, moving my hips to stir her up. I used all of her little tricks, before she gave me her moan. “That’s it,” she grunted. “There, right . . . there.”
I kept the action up until she voiced her finish, coming hard on my cock for maybe five seconds, then relaxing a bit, sinking back into the bed. She pulled me down for a fierce hug and a deep kiss. “Real?” she teased.
“Very.”
“Good. Now you have to do something for me,” she grinned.
“What?”
“Use me for your pleasure, ignore mine. Fuck me hard, do whatever you want, OK?”
I wasn’t particularly creative, but I did what she asked. Took her from behind, bent over the bed, then on her hands and knees. I drove her to her belly and pounded her until the sweat ran. I wasn’t worried about her, all I wanted was to enjoy that delicious body. I pulled out of her a few times to make her suck me, to watch that pretty face pleasure me, then I’d take her again. On her side, from behind, then straddling her leg. I put her on her back, legs over my shoulders, hammering her as hard as I could.
Twice more she came for me, another little one like the first, and then a great big one that seemed to build forever. She was screaming at me before I could get her off, demanding I fuck her. Fuck her hard. Harder.
It was intense and I screamed out my own desire, groaning afterward as I pumped into her for all I was worth, draining myself.
I collapsed on top of her, until she pushed me off. “Move, you beast,” she laughed.
Laying on my back, my chest heaving, she wiggled in close. “Did you enjoy that?”
“Hell yeah,” I laughed.
“Did I?”
It was obvious she did. “How? I didn’t do any of the things you really like.”
She dragged her teeth across my skin. “Of course you did. I like all kinds of things, and once you’ve got me worked up, damn near anything done right can get the job done.”
She wasn’t done with me. We ate a small lunch, and then we showered again, playing, caressing each other teasingly. She made me help her change the sheets, and then it was training time. A different type this time.
It was all about the female orgasm.
“Everyone knows the two main types, Travis. You’ve gotten pretty good at those. You know what I’m talking about?”
I figured I did. “The kind you get when I’m going down on you, from your clit?”
“That’s one.”
“And the kind from fucking, inside you, right?”
She nodded. “Sort of. People tend to lump all the vaginal ones together. If you do a little research, or study tantric sex, the vaginal ones can be separated into different types. It’s one of the reasons that different positions can give such different orgasms.”
That was the start of the new lessons. I’d heard about the G-spot, and she worked with me to make sure I had that lesson down pat. “Here’s a secret. Fingering me is the best for that one. Done right, it’s how a guy gets a woman to squirt. A lot of experts believe any woman can squirt if the circumstances are right.” She moved my hand, with two finger inside of her. “It’s a very intimate thing to squirt. The woman has to have complete comfort and trust in her partner. Everything has to be just right.”
It took a while, and we had to take a break, relax, and have a little of her wine, before we got that one right. It scared the crap out of me at first, but it was too amazing to only do once. She stopped me after two, and we had to take a long break. The first thing she had to do was pee, and then we relaxed with each other in the tub for a bit.
The towels on the bed dealt with most of the cleanup issues, and then it was back to my lessons.
“On the inside, besides the G-Spot, there are three other types that I know of-”
“Where did you learn all this stuff, Rachel?” I had to ask.
She giggled. “I’m curious. I found that playing with toys different ways gave me different orgasms. So did sex. I read, researched on the Internet, even took a weekend course.”
I grinned. “That would be a fun class.”
“It was. And you’re getting most of the benefit of it right now.” She gave me a kiss, then leaned over the side of the bed, reached into a drawer and pulled out a foot long clear-blue fake dick. She grabbed a bottle of lube, and squirted a little on that scary looking thing.
I watched in amazement as she eased it into herself. “This is very naughty, and if I didn’t know you so well, and love you so damn much, I wouldn’t be able to do this.”
She loved me?
She closed her eyes, and maneuvered the thing until she moaned. “Mmm, that’s the spot. She grabbed the thing and pulled it out, holding her fingers tightly in a circle where it had stopped reaching inside of her. “About that far in, for me at least, along the top side. It’s behind the G-Spot. I think they called it the A-Spot. Contact there can give me a really nice orgasm, and sometimes multiples.” It looked like it was about four inches inside of her. “See if you can reach it with your fingers.”