"No," she said, placing a hand on his chest as he shifted his weight ready to move on top of her.

“This time I'm in charge." She pushed him back onto the bed, smiling at his cock, jutting upwards Like a spear.

“So beautiful," she said. She straddled him, crouching on the balls of her feet. She grasped his manhood at the base, angling it until the head brushed the Lips of her entrance. She bit her lip, savoring the moment, when desire mingled with reality. Then, slowly, she sank down, opening to him, feeling his rod pierce her with wonderful thoroughness.

He reached for her, and she caught his hands, their fingers entwining.

Partly for balance, but more for the sense of control it gave her. With slow, Lingering strokes, she rose and fell above him, each time rising until only the head of his cock remained inside her, then filling herself up again. More quickly than she could have possibly expected, she felt her climax approach. She Locked eyes with Jeremy, willing him to see her love for him, her desire, her need.

One last series of strokes, and it began. She shook all over as the waves of her orgasm swept over her. Unable to speak, she panted through her open mouth, her body rippling ecstatically.

Slowly she regained her senses, and found Jeremy Looking up at her with a combination of pride and chagrin.

“What ?"

His lips twitched. "I'm not done yet," he said, mimicking her words from earlier in the...good God, could it really be the same day?

"I can tell," she replied tartly. "Do you think I don't know the difference between a dick that hasn't come yet and a dick that has?

Just hold on a second. Men,“ she added.

“I don't know why we put up with you. You have no idea what it's Like when we come."

“Well, try to explain, then." Jeremy said reasonably.

“I'll never know if you never try to tell me how it is for you.”

She glanced down, but there was no trace of mockery in his eyes.

“It's mot that easy," she protested.

“You don't have the...the background."

“You mean I don't have the right parts," Jeremy smiled.

“Well, maybe," she admitted, then gasped as he shifted inside her.

“Although the parts you do have are awesome," she said softly.

“But...when I come, it takes me a while to recover. Everything is so sensitive. Imagine, if you can, your skin being so responsive that every time someone touches you it brings pleasure that is almost painful, it is so intense. That's what it's Like for me. My Lips. Both sets," she said with a smile. My titties. Inside me, where you are."

She laid a hand on her flat belly.

“And especially my clit. I just need time to calm down. Otherwise, it almost hurts if you start to fuck me again.

“But now I'm fine," she finished, beginning to move.

“It doesn't take long." She moved off her feet and onto her knees, and leaned down to kiss him, her hips still moving. Her breasts brushed his chest and she sighed into his mouth as his hands came around her rear, guiding her pace.