What Is Left After?

I wrap my hands around her thighs, and grasp them, feeling my hands imprint in the soft flesh. I move her backwards and forwards slightly to start the rhythm.

Jelsa: I tensed up slightly at first, but when I got used to it, I let out a small moan and wrapped myself tighter around him.

My breath rips out of my like a fist from a paper bag. A wordless growl fills my throat. My hands are gripping her legs hard now, squeezing the wonderfully soft flesh on the undersides of her thighs.

Jelsa: "Don't get too excited," I joked. "You're pretty good at this."

"First time," I gasp. "Can't blame me for getting carried away."

Jelsa: "It's mine too," I reminded him. "But keep going. You're doing just fine."

"Hey, you're the one on top," I point out, and give her backside a quick pinch, careful not to be too rough.

Jelsa: I giggled. "But you're the one doing the work," I pointed out.

"I'm having to keep you moving despite the fact that I'm underneath," I say. "Not that I'm complaining."
I put one of my hands behind her head, and pull her closer. i crane my neck up and, still moving, kiss her on the mouth.

Jelsa: I launched my tongue into his mouth again, loving the feeling that came with it. I really did appreciate that I was on top. It would hurt a lot more if I wasn't.

I close my eyes and follow suite, revelling in the feeling of me in her and her in me. I wrap my arms tightly around her, but a slight voice in the back of my head warns me to be gentle lest I hurt her.

Jelsa: I closed my eyes too and found that I was getting used to this. I wasn't sure if that was a good thing or if I should be scared. I decided to just go along with it and locked our lips more tightly together.

We move almost perfectly in rhythm, and I sigh in ecstasy, my lips still locked to her. However, the whole time a slight shadow of self-consciousness is growing in the back of my mind.

Jelsa: "You're really good," I said, moaning slightly. "Maybe a little too good," I joked.

"That's possible?" I ask. I hear the moan in her voice. "Do you reckon I could make you squeal?"

Jelsa: I giggled. "That sounds so dirty."

"It can be if you want it to be," I suggest. "I might have to go on top, but I promise I'll be careful."

Jelsa: I laughed. "Might as well. We've been quite dirty so far. As long as you're careful, go ahead."

We roll over, and I'm lying on top of her. Careful not to crush her, I rest on my elbows on either side of her body. "This way I'm not lying on your lungs," I explain, and start moving. This time the rhythm is faster. Only a little bit, but it is noticeable.
"I assume this is right."

Jelsa: I couldn't help letting out a small yelp. "Wow!" I gasped.

"And I thought I was bluffing..."
I feel the final moment of release, and, suddenly tired, lean forwards, careful not to put my full weight on her. After a moment I pull out and lie next to her.
"Give me a few moments," I say. "I know you can keep this up indefinitely, but it's different for a guy."

Jelsa: I nodded and took a deep breath and let it out. I was actually starting to feel kind of tired now.

I reach over and stroke her hair.

(And with that, adieu! For now.))

Jelsa: I smiled. The gentle touch was so different, but I loved it too.

(alrighty!)

"So what's the one thing you'd change about me if you could?" I ask. "be as brutal as you wish."