Stop Overthinking it

I stroked my hand through her short blonde hair, as she continued to move up, turning her head to kiss gently at my sternum, my collarbone. She continued to kiss along my neck, her body moving over mine, her tits grazing me as she moved. It felt like an eternity before her wide lips met mine, and we kissed for the first time this morning.

It was a tender, lover's kiss. There was no teasing, no urgent expression of lust. It was a kiss that spoke to me, conveying a deep satisfaction that only existed between us. Her leg slipped over my other thigh, and her entire body was on me, suspended on her arms and legs. I felt her pussy brush against my cock, then draw away, as she continued to kiss me.

She settled down, caressing my entire body with her own. It was a subtle way of touching me, ardent and affectionate, yet gentle and unhurried. I slid my hands over her back, experiencing her anew, and trying to savor every line of her body. My cock throbbed against her, but I didn't want to move too fast. I didn't feel the need to take her, just the desire, and that made my urges much easier to deal with.

"I like this." Helen smiled into my face, softly pressing back and allowing her body to stimulate mine with its soft touch. "One time, Charlotte and I just spent the entire morning in bed, just holding each other like this."

"Sounds sweet." I rubbed my fingers against the small of her back, running one along the ridge of her tailbone.

"Touch me..." She moaned softly, pulling away so that there was a small separation between us. I eagerly complied, slipping my fingers between us, and brushing through her lower hair.

Unfortunately, the angle was not ideal, and with my cock right there, I managed to make a hash of my effort. I didn't touch Helen as much as accidentally pinch her, causing a slight yelp to issue from her lips.

"Ow... Wait... waitwaitwait." Helen winced, pushing back so that there was more room for my hand to pull free. She was once again suspended over me, her nipples dragging on my chest. An awkward moment passed, and I felt a bit self-conscious, before she dipped a shoulder.

Helen turned over, never breaking contact as she rolled. I felt her firm ass press into my lower stomach as she finished the move, the back of her head on my shoulder. She turned her head, so that her lips came close to mine, and we engaged in a brief kiss. She was now lying against me fully with her back to me.

"Let's try that again." She smirked, reaching to take hold of my hands. Her palms fit against the back of my hands, and her fingers rested atop my own. She guided me as I lifted my hands back onto her, caressing her front with long, sensuous strokes.

Helen stretched herself against me, directing me as I touched her. She led me along a tour of her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach, and ultimately, her soaking pussy. It was a thrill to feel her push my finger into her body, mere inches from my throbbing cock, and feel her finger inside her along with mine. She would use my hand to penetrate herself, and then use the dampened fingers to stroke along the outside of her pussy. Again and again she repeated the motion, using my other hand to stroke along her body, up to her neck, then down to thighs, always active and moving. After a few more motions, she released the hand that was stroking along her breasts.

"Take over." She panted breathlessly, still guiding the hand on her pussy, but using her now free hand to make different motions. I continued to touch her in the manner that she had shown me, feeling her hand slide up and down next to mine. She was trembling again, and she released my other hand as well, leaving herself free to continue the caresses.

All four of our hands moved independently now, touching her body, bringing pleasure to her senses. She craned her neck to kiss me again, as I felt the shivers in her grow stronger and more rapid. With a final nip of her teeth against my lower lip, she jerked, reaching the final peak.

"Brent..." She gasped, filling that one word with emotion as she rode her orgasm, her hands still active, just as mine were. I began to feel the ache for her growing stronger, as she again stretched herself against me, catlike.

"I want to be inside you." I growled, reaching between her legs to take hold of my aching cock. "I want to fuck you."