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Patience is a Virtue
^As I started to ride his cock, the pain from his size quickly disappeared and was replaced with pure, unfiltered pleasure as for the first time since we'd gotten together, I bathed in the feeling of having my vagina filled with the cock of the man I loved. The emotion and sensation of it all was enough to make me cum fast and hard and made me ride him even faster than before.
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Sometimes a little persistence and patience can really pay off. I learnt this in a very, very good way from my partner early in our relationship. We were both younger than we are now (but not by too much) and very much in love (which we still are). I'd been with a couple of guys before him who were happy to take things at full speed and so I think I maybe expected the same from him. But to my surprise, he seemed to be content, if not determined even, to take as much time as possible before we did more than even just kiss, never mind had sex!
To begin with, I was immediately concerned that he might just not like me in that way and admittedly I felt very insecure for a few weeks. Eventually though we sat down and talked about it and he explained he wanted nothing more in the world than to be that intimate with me but that he just wasn't 'ready' yet. I took that to mean he might be one of those 'no sex before marriage' types which is admirable but definitely not what I was after. But again, he put my mind at ease by telling me that as soon as he was ready, he was going to do everything I could imagine. I have a killer imagination.
After a few months of not really doing anything, he suddenly scooped me up one evening and took me to bed. I can't tell you how excited I was that this might finally be it! I threw my clothes off and pulled off his shirt and we began by kissing passionately. I revelled in the feel of his body against mine, but before I could even think about touching him and feeling his hard cock in my hands, his kisses started to migrate further and further down my body, stopping for a moment at my breasts to tease my nipples with his tongue, but then carrying on until he reached my vagina.
What followed was some of the most surprisingly effective and enthusiastic oral I'd ever received from anyone, male or female! He seemed to know every spot to place his tongue and every movement he needed to make to drive me wild. I came again and again, expecting him to stop after each orgasm, but he just kept going like his life depended on it.
Eventually I made him stop, pushed to near exhaustion by the amount of pleasure I'd experienced and feeling like, even for me, we'd done the foreplay to death now. All I wanted was his cock inside me and to feel him experience the pleasure he'd given me all evening. But instead he asked if 'that was ok?' and just crawled up the bed beside me. I must have looked quite confused because he seemed to deflate a little and explained that he thought he was ready but he clearly wasn't yet and so decided that he needed to do what he'd done so that I wouldn't have to go without the pleasure his advances had promised. I thanked him but was still a little confused. He wouldn't elaborate any further.
to be continued....
As I continue today...
This continued...
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Sometimes a little persistence and patience can really pay off. I learnt this in a very, very good way from my partner early in our relationship. We were both younger than we are now (but not by too much) and very much in love (which we still are). I'd been with a couple of guys before him who were happy to take things at full speed and so I think I maybe expected the same from him. But to my surprise, he seemed to be content, if not determined even, to take as much time as possible before we did more than even just kiss, never mind had sex!
To begin with, I was immediately concerned that he might just not like me in that way and admittedly I felt very insecure for a few weeks. Eventually though we sat down and talked about it and he explained he wanted nothing more in the world than to be that intimate with me but that he just wasn't 'ready' yet. I took that to mean he might be one of those 'no sex before marriage' types which is admirable but definitely not what I was after. But again, he put my mind at ease by telling me that as soon as he was ready, he was going to do everything I could imagine. I have a killer imagination.
After a few months of not really doing anything, he suddenly scooped me up one evening and took me to bed. I can't tell you how excited I was that this might finally be it! I threw my clothes off and pulled off his shirt and we began by kissing passionately. I revelled in the feel of his body against mine, but before I could even think about touching him and feeling his hard cock in my hands, his kisses started to migrate further and further down my body, stopping for a moment at my breasts to tease my nipples with his tongue, but then carrying on until he reached my vagina.
What followed was some of the most surprisingly effective and enthusiastic oral I'd ever received from anyone, male or female! He seemed to know every spot to place his tongue and every movement he needed to make to drive me wild. I came again and again, expecting him to stop after each orgasm, but he just kept going like his life depended on it.
Eventually I made him stop, pushed to near exhaustion by the amount of pleasure I'd experienced and feeling like, even for me, we'd done the foreplay to death now. All I wanted was his cock inside me and to feel him experience the pleasure he'd given me all evening. But instead he asked if 'that was ok?' and just crawled up the bed beside me. I must have looked quite confused because he seemed to deflate a little and explained that he thought he was ready but he clearly wasn't yet and so decided that he needed to do what he'd done so that I wouldn't have to go without the pleasure his advances had promised. I thanked him but was still a little confused. He wouldn't elaborate any further.
to be continued....
As I continue today...
This continued...
