After a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath, she raised herself up a little, and turned around, so that she was laying on top of me – her breasts and hard nipples pressing into my chest, her spread legs letting her vagina drip it's nectar onto my penis and pubic hair.
She looked up at me, and I asked her "Feel better, now?", and she put her head back down and started giggling into my neck. When she'd caught her breath again, she slid herself up a bit more, so that she could kiss me, and said "I feel*much* better, thank you. And thank you for not 'pushing' things". I smiled at her, and told her "It was my pleasure, I assure you!", which sent her into another fit of giggles into my neck.
She finally raised herself back up again, so that she was kneeling over my waist, and I pulled the two of us up toward the headboard of the bed, so that I could lean back and look at the way her breasts swayed as she breathed, and her nipples stood out, and her vaginal lips pouted. She smiled at me, and asked "Is that what sex is all about?", and I told her "That's what _making love_ is all about". She looked confused, and asked me what the difference was, so I told her that, to me, "Sex only uses body parts. Making love uses the heart and mind, too." She thought about it for a bit, and then nodded her head, understanding what I'd said.
About that time, the clock chimed, and made us both realize that her mother would be getting home in about half an hour – and that her mother might not be so understanding if her little girl came home smelling of sex. We went in and took a nice, warm shower together (slippery, clean fun) before getting dressed again (this time, she put on her bra and panties). As she was leaving, I gave her a little pat on the bottom, and told her to take good care of herself….