This was written about a month after, when we shared with each other our thoughts about the experience.
Finding MY G-Spot and Thumb Rides - Her Perspective
The first time I was intimate with him, I was spending the night at his house. We had watched a video and engaged in some stimulating foreplay on the sofa. Mainly, he fondled my tits/nipples and also sucked them a bit. I was highly aroused by this from the physical sensations and also because I knew he really liked my tits/nipples.
We moved into the bedroom and continued with the breast play. He then asked if he could touch my pussy, but not in those words. I nodded. I was lying on my side and he started to play with me. His fingers entered me and right away found my g-spot. I had previously told him how much I had enjoyed this -- the one time it had happened to me. I know I let out a scream/loud moan when he found my g-spot. It was an intense feeling -- one that came about quickly and unexpectedly. I knew he could tell from my reactions how much I enjoyed that. He kept rubbing that area and I felt like I was spiraling out of control -- almost like I was climbing the walls. I don't remember too much about how I reacted, I was in a fog of intense pleasure. I know I came hard and was on a high, almost like I was in another world. I had just let myself go and was overcome by the pleasurable feelings. At one point I felt like I had to kiss him, to connect with him, and got a little assertive in that area. I just grabbed him and kissed him passionately. Afterward, he cuddled me and we spooned. He asked me if I was OK. I nodded, but don't believe I spoke right away. It was like I was coming down from a high.
Later, he told me that I taught him to do that. I disagreed and told him he found that spot all on his own, I just let him know what he had discovered. He told me he had used his thumb. That was kind of surprising to me. Then, he asked me to get up on my hands and knees, and he did it again. Well, this orgasm was even more intense...it must be the position. I know I kept lifting/arching my ass higher as if to tell him that I liked it. Or maybe it was my body's way of saying I wanted to be fucked. My body just reacted that way...like it knew it needed more. My head was buried in the pillows and I just moaned and screamed like a wild banshee. It was an amazing thing....even more intense than the first one. I also remember thinking afterward that he was a giver. He was concerned with my pleasure. I felt that he cared about my pleasure and wanted me to have that.
We snuggled some more. I don't remember how many times he made me cum that night/morning, but I know I was one happy/satisfied girl. I know I wanted more but was embarrassed to ask. I didn't want to seem demanding or greedy. I remember thinking that I hadn't had an intense sexual experience like this in a long time. I felt safe and was able to let go without worrying about my reactions or what he would think. Later he told me that he liked my reaction/response and that it was arousing for him. I think that kind of experience makes two people closer...at least if the two people are like us, where we don't take intimacy lightly.