Her hips' motions became deeper and wider. She started to pant, then moan. The fingers between us took on a stronger, more irregular pace and she clutched her breast more tightly than I would have dared. Vicky had come in my arms before, or when I kissed her vulva, but this was new. I could see her orgasm build. I could feel it inside her, where she used my penis to touch her deepest parts. As her moaning deepened, I murmured encouragement and held her legs tightly to my hips.
Then it happened. Her breath caught in her throat, every muscle in her pulled hard, and she froze except for the frenzied fingers in our darkened junction. She almost relaxed, gasped, and froze again. This gorgeous woman was coming for me, and had made my erection part of it.
It seemed to go on forever. She'd regain control of herself for a moment, push herself hard down onto me, and freeze again. Inside, the walls of her vagina pumped in their own rhythm, grasping me, giving her the feeling of depth and fullness that my fingers had never been able to. The deepest of the tremors passed, but aftershocks hit her again and again, winding down only gradually.
I sat up at that point, and leaned forward to kiss her. She leaned back, unbent her legs, and wrapped then around my waist. After that, I could embrace her fully at the same time that all her weight pressed down on my erection. The feeling was beyond belief. I whispered in her ear, over and over -- I'm not even sure what I said, but I wanted the verbal contact along with all the other. She melted in my arms and held me as tightly as I held her.
With her face against my shoulder, I couldn't see her expression. In a moment, though, I heard her sniffle. I tipped her chin to to look into her eyes, and saw her teary face. As soon as she looked back at me, she sobbed in earnest.
I've never been good at handling girls crying, and this was almost too weird for me. There I was, my penis as far inside her as it could go, and a moment ago she had the biggest orgasm I'd ever seen. And here she was, crying in my arms. I started to say something, but didn't get the first word out before she said, "I'm OK, just happy. Too happy." I had seen happy-cries before, but never dealt any better with them than with any other kind. I just held her and rocked until her breathing evened again. Somehow, I managed to keep my erection even when she was sobbing -- I'll never tell her, but her deep and irregular breathing translated to feelings low in her belly, and tested my control to its limits.
I had held back longer than I thought possible, but my body would have its way. My thighs lifted an inch or two, and lifted Vicky along my shaft. She started to climb off me, but I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her down, hard. Up again, and pull down. She realized immediately what I meant, and worked with me. Lift, feel her slide along my erection, and down again. Vicky sat on me hard, and shifted her hips to create some incredible feeling for me, deep inside.
I had little control over myself at that point. I was hugging and pulling her against myself so hard I thought I would hurt her. The way my agile little nymph held me, though, was pure, generous love. She wanted to be part of my orgasm as much as I'd been part of hers. She must have sensed when the moment came. She looked up at me with a glowing smile as I pressed deep and hard into her. I pulled her shoulders down and her hips close, made some animal sound, and pushed hard again. It felt like my erection ran the whole length of her torso, I was that deep into her. I lost count of the number of times I thrust into her, and the number of times she accepted that power in deepest parts of her body. At that moment, I saw a whole new side to women's strength -- the softness that can accept my strongest embrace, and turn it to love.
The moment ended. I held her close, panting and laughing (my answer to her crying, I guess). I felt my erection wilting inside her, and wanted to make sure I didn't repeat that embarrassing moment with the condom. I leaned to the side, and she following me down, tipping over onto the bed. As we untangled our legs, I reached between us to keep the condom on me. I sounded sheepish to myself when I told it seemed to be coming off, but she just smiled and touched my face.
I passed her the box of tissues, and we wiped ourselves clean. I would have thought that wiping the wetness out of her vulva would look ungainly, but Vicky made even that look graceful. I lay back with her, knowing that I'd be asleep soon no matter what my good intentions. She must have known that was coming, because she rolled over and asked me to spoon her. My half-hard penis nestled against her rear, and I held one breast from behind.
As my mind faded into warm darkness, I heard her whisper, "I'm not a virgin any more." That puzzled me. It was what she said the first time we made love, and here she was saying it again. How could she lose her virginity again? That happy mystery rolled around in my mind as I drifted off.
