"Oh, yes, that's good. You're so gentle, darling," Jane breathed beneath him. She moved her hand down to the concave arc between their barely touching thighs and ran her fingertips across the velvety sac of his balls and up his rapidly hardening shaft until he thought he would explode with lewd excitement.
Jane reached up and squeezed the hotly throbbing head, moving her hand over its distended ridge and feeling the warm lubricating fluid seep out and moisten her fingers as she continued jerking him into further erection.
"God, that's good," he moaned and thrust his hand over her jerking fingers, pushing his hard fleshy instrument against the wetly quivering lips of her vagina. She could feel the tip flick slightly as it parted the warmly swelling outer flanges, and she jerked back, startled, with the first upward pressure he exerted between her legs.
"Oh God, Bob, you feel absolutely huge," she cried out, clasping her hands around his rigidly tensed buttocks and urging him on with digging fingers to push completely into her.
He lay outside of her for a prolonged moment, feeling her thighs slowly parting upward and raising themselves slightly toward his hips. Then she writhed beneath him, suddenly wanting the full throbbing length of his prick inside her warmly waiting pussy. Yes, she enjoyed this as much as she had loved anything in her life, and it seemed as though the last few weeks had prepared her for this precious instant and she should abandon her prudish ideas and give herself to whatever he wanted to do to her.