"But girls can." I sounded a lot braver and more certain than I felt. He lay back with a hand on each of my thighs. I lifted a little, let my free hand move to my clitoris, and sat again. It felt new, playing with my clit and feeling all that fullness behind it. Most of all, it felt shivery new to be seen doing what had only ever been private before. My thoughts whirled, doing what nice girls don't do but what's right in every part of me, being shier and bolder than ever before, all at once. The affection and wonder when Steve looked at me said it was right, and my body loved to be loved.
At first, I just stroked my clitoris, way back from the tip where the feeling would have been too much. Then my hips started moving on their own, lifting off his lap and settling back down until his erection touched something deep inside. I shifted front and back, too, feeling his penis tilting against my inner walls. My other hand cupped my breast even tighter, with my nipple held firmly between two fingers.
In a few minutes, it happened. I stared at Steve with my mouth open in a frozen sigh, my breath locked in my throat. I rubbed my clitoris furiously, fast but not hard, to keep the intensity at its peak. My pelvis slammed down onto him, trapping my fingers between his pubis and mine.
The tremors lasted longer than ever before, with occasional waves of orgasm still rising above the receding tide. Steve had seen me come before, but never like this, never this way. I almost melted as the tension drained away. He sat up then, his penis shifting inside me, and hugged me as closely as our awkward position allowed. His face pressed into my hair where my shoulder and neck came together; he whispered my name over and over.
I leaned away from him for a moment and shifted my legs. They had been kneeling under me, going to sleep, and I unfolded them. Once they were both in front of me, wrapped around him, I settled my hips deeper than ever onto his erection and held him close. I felt filled with a loving glow, my cheek against his chest. I never wanted him to leave my body, as if his penis capped the warmth inside me. I couldn't help it – I cried in happy sobs and hugged him with strength I didn't know I had.
He tilted my chin upwards, so he could see my teary face. He was clearly concerned. His mouth opened as if he were going to say something. I stopped him. "No, I'm OK. I'm just happy. Too happy." He let me tremble against his chest again until my breath came smoothly.
Then I felt his legs rise under me. He was lifting me on his thighs. I moved to get off him but he pressed my hips down with his hands, lowered his thighs, and settled me full depth onto his erection. He looked down into my face with a heavenly smile, then lifted and settled me again. One arm clasped my shoulders close to him, and his other hand moved low on the small of my back. Lift and settle, lift and press down. I worked with him now, pulling my knees up and tilting my hips down to find the strongest, deepest pressure around him – up and down. His eyes never left mine as the pace increased. He pulled me down harder, pressing on my shoulders and hip.
Then his eyes widened with an intense beauty that I had never seen in him before. He whispered my name again, arched his head back, and pulled me close with all of his strength. His hips bucked under me for a moment, then stopped. Gradually, his embrace softened and his tension eased. Then it occurred to me that the moment had to pass, and I felt a tingle that warned of soreness to come. Holding each other, we tipped clumsily onto our side, then laughed as we started to untangle legs sheened with sex and sweat. He stopped me as we started to uncouple, reached between us, and then pulled out of me. He gave an embarrassed smile. "I thought the condom was coming off," but I could see that he held it so it didn't. Once we were apart, he slid it off. We cleaned up, at least a little; he wrapped the used condom in the wad of our cleanup tissues and threw the handful out. We lay back, happy and exhausted.
"Spoon me." Lying on our sides, I pushed my hips back into his lap and felt his half-hard penis against my bottom. His hand cupped my breast and my hand cupped his, his prickly chin rested against my shoulder, and his breathing came slow and even. I lay awake in the moonlight, with half of a happy tear on the side of my nose. The little soreness I felt earlier was big now, but that was OK.
"I'm not a virgin any more." This time, it felt true.
