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All characters in this story are over the age of 18 and are willing participants the activities which make us this story. I broke this story down into multiple pieces not because it made sense that way, it was to keep the segments short enough to post without have a story spanning a dozen pages or more. All these segments represent one time between our characters. There will be other moments which deserve their own chapter. This is the third part of a three part story. I placed the other two parts in the Romance category, but someone advised that the story should have been in this category. Please understand that the first two parts are placed in Romance and not here.
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I made my way all the way up and looked into your eyes. "Where the hell did you learn to do that," you whispered still trying to catch your breath.
I didn't reply as my mouth attacked yours sharing your juices with you. Your tongue moving everywhere trying to lap up as much of your own juices as you could.
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"I need a minute," you said as I looked into your eyes. I chuckled and went back to laying kiss after kiss on you.
"What?" you asked.
"I thought it was usually the man who needed a few minutes between each one."
"Usually the man is not quite as good as you. This has been amazing," you replied looking into my eyes.
"It's not over yet," I replied. "What else do you have to teach me?"
"A whole lot more," you laughed. "You may have some skills, but there's a lot you have to learn."
"Why don't we start then," I said. "That is if you have recovered."
I felt you reach down and wrap your hand around my hard dick. "You seem to be ready."
"Just looking at you makes me ready," I replied.
"Lay on your side like your spooning me," you said as you rolled over onto your side.
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I moved behind you and laid down next to you placing my arm over your body and grasping your breast with my hand. You responded by bending your knees and pushing your ass towards me. You took my hand and lowered it towards your pussy.
"Play with my clit," you whispered. "Slowly."
I started slowly rubbing your clit with my hand as you moaned.
"Now, enter me and be slow about it."
I reached down and glided myself as I pushed my hips forward. I teased you a moment by rubbing the tip of my head along your wet slit. I pushed again and entered you, slowly moving in and out while you softly moaned. You moved a few times, causing the angle of my penetration to change.
"That's the spot," you whispered before a loud moan escaped your lips. "That's it."
I responded to your moan by increasing the speed of my thrusting.
"No, go slowly," you whispered. "We have more to go. Take it slow."
I slowed down and kept thrusting into you at the angle you liked, hitting your G-Spot with each thrust.
"Try to match my breathing," you said. "It will make things better."
I didn't understand you at the time, but I tried to slow my breathing to match yours.
"Yes," you moaned as you enjoyed the feel of my shaft moving in and out of you.
We continued for a few minutes. My shaft moving in and out causing both of us to moan in pleasure. I remembered trying to move faster, but you slowed me down each time telling me to just enjoy.
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"Let's try something different," you whispered as you rolled onto your stomach bringing your ankles together. You grabbed a small pillow next to your head and placed it under your stomach causing your hips to slightly raise.
I responded by moving over you trying to get my knees in between yours. "No, put your knees on the outside," you said. I readjusted myself by placing my knees outside of yours, my hands each side of your stomach.
"It will be tight. Go slow and shallow," you said as I positioned myself to enter you. You moaned again as my head passed your lips and came back out. Again, a shallow and slow thrust into you, only allowing my head to be swallowed by your lips before I pulled out again.
In and out.
In and out, I repeated as I listened to your breath change. "Deeper," you whispered.
My next thrust buried my head and the first few inches of my shaft to slide into you. Thrust after thrust.
Your breathing increased and you started grinding yourself against the bed. I could feel your muscles start to clamp down on me. I grinned as you let out a moan of disappointment as I pulled back.