Carmen sat above me shuddering in the throes of an orgasm, her back arched and her head thrown back, moaning in pleasure. I could feel the pulses of her climax tightening around my cock, still deep inside her, and again I almost came. I suppose it would have been just fine if I had, but again I was just not done. Finally her shuddering came to a stop, and she looked at me. In an out of breath voice, she said, 'Oh Tim,' (my fictitious name) ' I waited so long for that...it's your turn now. I want your cum in my mouth. I want to taste it. I want it on my breasts. I want it inside me!'
All of these sounded like GREAT ideas to me, but there was something else I wanted right away. Still deep inside her, I reached out and grabbed the bottom of her shirt on both sides and pulled it up over her head, pulling her down and towards me as I did so. I could hear a slight gasp from her as it happened but she didn't resist at all, lifting her arms up so I could slide it completely off. When I finished she was practically laying face to face with me (with my cock still inside her) looking into my eyes. Then I used a 'trick' I had practiced many times in my life; I put my right hand up to her cheek and let my fingers push gently into her hair and pulled her down into a deep passionate kiss, while my left hand went around behind her back and I went for the one handed bra release. Which (thank god!) worked, perfectly, and near instantly. I was rewarded with another quick intake of breath through her nose (since her mouth was locked on mine), but then we kissed for a few moments more and finally I pushed her gently back and up away from me. As she sat up I helped her bra off over her arms, and now for the first time I saw her beautiful body live, with my own eyes. Somehow it was far, far better than it had been when I saw her in Esteban's photos and video all those years ago. I don't know, maybe having my rock hard erection inside her at the time had something to do with the moment
But whatever it was, it was my turn to pull in a breath; my chest felt so tight with anticipation and desire I could hardly breathe.
Now I rolled her to my left, sliding out of her as I did so, and put her on her back on the bed. I got up off the bed myself and moved to the foot, and reached out and pulled her towards me so that she lay on her back at the edge of the bed with her pussy right at the edge. As I moved towards her she pulled her legs wide inviting me in. She was so flexible and athletic she made what I would have thought was an uncomfortable pose look effortless. I stopped for a moment, drinking the sight of her in again, and I saw that same wistful look on her face that I had seen in the restaurant earlier that day; she held the corner of her bottom lip in her teeth, and I read her expression as one of trepidation or shyness. I knew words were called for here, so I gave her back her own word because it was the complete truth...'Carmen...you are absolutely
perfect.' I was rewarded with that same beaming-yet-shy smile that she had given me when she first saw me that day. Her eyes teared up a bit, and I saw the flush rise from the tops of her breasts all the way to her cheeks. She didn't say anything, but only reached out to me, imploring me to come down to her.
I leaned down now, my cock not back inside her yet but instead laying on top of her pussy as I leaned down towards her. As I grew closer I gazed at her breasts which were, as I said earlier, perfect 'A' cups; not flat at all, just small, and absolutely perky. Her nipples were small as well, with the paler pink areolas perhaps the size of a nickel - but for the size of her breasts it was absolutely right. With my right hand I reached up and cupped her left breast, and I brought my mouth down to her right breast and kissed her nipple, and then began playing with it gently with my tongue. Here I was surprised, because her nipples were soft and did not seem to harden no matter what I did. For the briefest moment I wondered if somehow what I was doing just wasn't working for her, but her actions said otherwise; she moaned with pleasure and arched her back to push her breast into my mouth, and put both of her hands into my hair on the back of my head and held me there. Later she would tell me that her nipples just never got hard, not ever, for any reason; that she had even seen a doctor when she was younger who had told her that everything seemed to be fine, and that since she had full sensation in them there was nothing to worry about. In the moment, though, I could tell that she was feeling everything and enjoying it by the way she writhed under my mouth and tongue.