"And did you?" I asked softly.
She nodded. "You make me feel things I never thought were possible. So much pleasure, I feel I'll break into a thousand pieces. Like the glass, when it shattered today. That's how I feel. Like I'm going up, and up, and up … and then I break open, and it all comes flooding out of me. That's what it feels like."
Her words went straight to my groin, and I was surprised to feel myself rouse again so soon after our coupling.
"I never knew … " she whispered, then giggled softly. I waited for her to continue, and when she didn't I prompted her.
"I never knew men … kissed women … down there." I laughed softly at her naiveté.
"Did you like it? You seemed to like it," I pointed out, and she blushed furiously. "It's just one more way to be together, another way for me to give you pleasure. And I take pleasure in it, too," I explained.
"How can you?" she asked, sitting up again. Her frank eagerness endeared her to me even further.
I shrugged; no one had ever asked me that before. "I can't explain. There's something about knowing I can make you feel good. Don't you enjoy knowing that you please me?"
"I do."
"It's the same thing with that. When I kiss you there, it brings you great pleasure. And knowing that brings me pleasure."
She frowned. "But it can't … taste good. Or smell good. That's what I meant. I felt ashamed at first."
I laughed softly at this. "You smell very good to me. And you taste good, too. It might simply be the way men are created; after all, if women didn't smell and taste good to us, there would be no mating. At heart, when it comes to mating, we are all animals in a sense. I have seen many animals mate and believe me, there are times when there is not much difference between them and us. Of course, it could be the dragon in me, reacting to you. Regardless of why, just know that I love doing that to you and I hope you let me do it again and again."
She blushed again. "I'd like that, I think," she said. I laughed even more loudly at that – from the force of her orgasm, she would definitely like it again.
She looked down at my stiffening member; there was no missing it, as it grew to its full length and thickness. Soon it was standing stiff and proud from its base of gold curls.
I saw the desire in her eyes, as well as questions. "What is it?" I murmured, my stroking of her skin taking on a less innocent nature.
"Do women … to that … to men, too?" she asked. "Could I do something like that to you?"
I twitched at the very thought. "It does happen … " I whispered, my mouth dry. "And it does feel very, very good."
"You could show me what do to?" she asked. I nodded, unable to speak for a moment. This was like a dream coming true: This beautiful woman asking me to teach her to pleasure me with her mouth.
She got up on her knees and positioned herself between my legs, which I opened slightly to make room for her. "What should I do?" she asked.
"Take it in your hands," I instructed. She bit her lip, then I felt her fingers gently caress my sensitive skin. She tentatively grasped my cock in her hands, examining it. Even in my heady state of arousal I chuckled at how serious she looked, as if she were about to embark on some strange and fantastic task. Her earnestness was touching.
"Rub your hands up and down it – gently, not too hard," I told her. She complied, her soft hands sliding up and down the shaft. I closed my eyes, letting the sensation wash over me. The skin of her hands, so smooth and uncalloused, glided over my own smooth skin.
"Put it in your mouth," I groaned. "Put your lips over your teeth and take it into your mouth." She hesitated, then I felt the overwhelming pleasure of her warm, wet mouth around the head of my cock. I gave her a moment to become accustomed to the sensation before moving forward.
"That's right … take it slow," I murmured, and buried one hand in her hair. "Swirl your tongue around that top part," I told her, and I felt her tongue move in slow circles around the head. I sucked in my breath through my teeth.
"Are you all right?" she asked, alarmed.
"I'm fine. Don't stop, please. I'll let you know if it hurts," I said, and pressed her head down until her mouth was back around my swollen hardness. Her tongue continued its slow circles around my swollen head. The sensation was explosive. It had been a long time since a woman had dared take my member into her mouth; many complained that it was too large. I rolled my head from side to side, unable to contain the pleasure that was beginning to course through me.
"Now start to take more of it in; only as much as you can," I told her. "Don't choke yourself, just see how far you can go." She tentatively slid her lips further and further down the shaft. She managed to get halfway down before I felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She gagged.
"It's fine," I told her. "Stop there. You can use your hand to stroke the rest," I told her. She tried again, and her instincts were spot-on when she used her hands as an extension of her mouth.
"Let your saliva get it all wet," I said, "that makes it easier to slide your hands over it. It feels better, too." So she did, dribbling saliva down the shaft. She became more confident then, moving her mouth up and down faster now, her hands stroking more firmly. She was attentive to my reactions; when something she did elicited a particularly load moan or gasp, she continued whatever it was that brought on that reaction. I let my head fall back, lost in bliss.
"Ohhhh, Anabelle," I moaned, as her mouth drove me crazy with pleasure. "Suck on it."
I felt the suction around my cock increase, as the pressure from her hand increased. It slid freely now, up and down, following the motion of her mouth. She became even bolder, her free hand roaming up my torso and dancing along my skin. Her nails raked their way from my chest to my groin, making me groan as the pain and pleasure mixed.
"Touch my balls," I whispered, urgently. "Roll them in your hands. Gently, but firmly."
She did as she was told, caressing my sack as she continued to suck and stroke my cock. She was a natural.
Soon I knew I couldn't go on much longer without spilling into her mouth; as much as I craved release, I didn't want to waste the chance to impregnate her. "Stop now, please," I asked, and she looked up in surprise.
"Didn't I please you?" she asked, worried. I touched her face with my hand, tenderly.
"You did and you do, but I want to come inside you," I said. I motioned for her to crawl further up until she was straddling my hips. I positioned myself at her hot, wet hole. "Now take it inside," I begged.
She slowly, slowly eased her way down until I was sunk into her to the root. She closed her eyes. "Mmmm … " she moaned, her head tilting back and her mouth half-opened in pleasure. I could hardly contain myself.
"Does it feel good to you, when I first enter you?" I asked, trying to hold myself back from climaxing at just the feeling of being inside her now. She had aroused me nearly to the point of no return already.
She nodded, her eyes still closed. "Yes, Caside … " she moaned.
"No pain any longer?" I asked, though I didn't need to. I could tell from her reaction that pain was the very last thing on her mind in that moment.
"Only pleasure," she murmured. "You fill me up. It feels so good."
"Now rock yourself back and forth," I told her, and she did as I instructed. Slowly she moved up and down, back and forth. I let her find her own rhythm, her own angle, her own pace. She settled into it, her eyes closed, grinding down onto me. I felt her grinding her pelvis into mine, and I knew she was stimulating herself that way as well. I let my hands roam over her buttocks, thighs, back and breasts, indulging in the sight and feel of her.
I watched as she drove herself higher and higher toward her climax. Finally I pulled her to me and plunged my tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my neck, dueling with her tongue, never slowing her pace. She rode me, taking her pleasure from me as I'd taken mine from her. She moaned into my mouth, and I felt myself throb in response.
My mouth roamed over her throat, shoulders, ears, chin, and she sighed in utter bliss. "I love it," she whispered, "you feel so good inside me."
She began slamming herself onto me, more forcefully. I knew she was close, and I allowed my own climax to build. Not that I could help it; the sight and sound of her pleasure was driving me insane.
"Oh!" she cried out once, then collapsed against me. I thrust up into her rapidly until I released another load of hot, sticky fluid deep into her. I fell back, completely spent, and she on top of me.