Matilda Part 2

He slowly took his hands from her buttocks and placed them around her waist. His hands nearly encircled her as she continued to slide onto him. When she couldn't fit anymore of him inside her, she leaned forward to kiss him. Then she pulled back to look into his eyes.
"How does that feel, Leon?"
"Very, very good Matilda, but I must tell you something."
"What?"
"I have never been with a woman before. This is my first time."
She knew that the first woman he loved had been killed, but didn't realize that he had never had sex before.
"Well, Leon this is my first time with a man." She wasn't lying, Jake hadn't even had any peach fuzz, so he had been a boy.
"What do we do now?"
"Well, you've masturbated before, right?"
Leon looked confused.
"Played with yourself?"
He had a self-conscious look on his face. God he was adorable! He nodded silently.
"Make a circle with my fingers and rub it up and down."
Matilda had a flash of inspiration. She pulled back from Leon and lifted herself off of his erection until only his tip remained. She hated how it made her feel empty as he slid out of her, Matilda's little button pulled out and away from his shaft, but it was only for a moment. Leon gasped.
Then she lowered herself back down, filling herself with his stiffness. Matilda's pink protrusion slid back along his shaft, disappearing inside. Now they both gasped.
She paused a second, looking at his eyes. He pushed himself up to reach her lips with his, gently kissing her and unconsciously thrusting at the same time. This was a new way to her, but she responded in kind, rotating her hips against his invading member, his last few inches still outside of Matilda.
It didn't seem to bother Leon that he wasn't buried all the way inside of her, but she wanted it. She wanted to be a good lover for him and was desperate to get down onto those last inches but he kept distracting her by moving around inside her. She would try to sit on him'to force it, but every time he would pump his hips, she got lost in the pleasure as the pain slowly ebbed away.
She threw her arms around his neck and continued to flex her legs, pushing and pulling herself onto his impaling stiffness. Her light pink nipples brushed his chest, the dark curls there tickling them, drawing them into puckered points. His arms circled her waist as she worked, sweat began to bead on their bodies and trickle down their backs. Both of their heads were arched back, they gasped as she brought them both closer and closer to climax.
Cosmo said that the female orgasm wasn't a myth and Matilda believed it. She had made herself come a few times, using her fingers to play with her bump, and sliding her fingers inside her slit.
This was different. This was a stiff man inside of her, the man she loved. It made the pleasure she felt building seem like a hydrogen bomb when compared to the firecrackers she had done herself. She looked at him.
"Leon, I'm about to orgasm."
He looked confused again. He didn't know what she meant, wasn't familiar with the word.
"Come?"
He looked dubious.
Her breathing started to come in gasps as she felt the tingling of her orgasm starting.
"Its a - good thing. It's like - when you play - with yourself - to feel good. That's - going to happen - to me in - a minute. I want - you to keep - doing what - you -
are doing. Don't stop. Don't - stop don't don't don't oh, oh OH, OH, OH! OOOOHHHHH!"
Her legs were bent and she snapped her knees outward, thrusting her pelvis down onto him. He pushed upward at the same time, their rhythm perfectly timed as she started to climax. She kissed him fiercely, pulling him in and attacking his mouth. Matilda crushed her pointed nipples into his chest as she rode him, her rhythm breaking down after a full minute. Her tunnel clamped down on him, her legs stuck in a splayed position, her face turned a deep red as she came, holding onto Leon as if her life depended on it.
She broke her grip on his neck and fell back onto the bed, gasping. Leon's was still deep inside of her, but not as deep as when she'd let off. She looked up at him. There was a look of deep concern on his face.
"Oh - my God - Leon. That felt - so good. I've never came - so hard before."
She smiled as she said it, he relaxed his worried look. Matilda looked down at his still stiff manhood. Her bump was a flushed pink and pointed at Leon. He hadn't came yet. Some "good lover" she was turning out to be.
She searched her memory. Cosmo said that most men liked to have sex with women on their hands and knees in a position called "doggy style". If it made Leon feel good, she wanted to try it.
"Leon," Matilda said," We're going to try a different way." She pulled herself off of his thickness. When his tip slid out of her, she groaned a little. She wanted him back inside as fast as possible.
She flipped her legs around, putting her round little rear in the air while holding herself up with her arms.
"Get up on your knees and come up behind me. Now slide yourself in. No, not there. No, you missed. Here, let me."
She reached under and behind, grasped his hard cock and popped the tip back into her vestibule. Then she pushed back onto him as he put his hands on her hips, pulling her close.
At first she didn't like this position, she couldn't see Leon or kiss him. But when she discovered that his last few pesky inches she couldn't get into her when she was riding him slid home this way, she became a fan.
She swayed her lower back so her butt was in the air, his hips hitting and making it wobble. When he pulled out, she would clench her ass , trying to keep her protrusion in contact with his shaft. It was popping in and out like before, but with a twist; when he thrust forward, his balls would swing forward and hit it. This was another plus for doggy style in her mind.
Leon seemed more comfortable now. He seemed to get larger and larger with each thrust, the only sounds in the room, their labored breathing and occasional moans when a particularly hard thrust hit home along with the slapping sounds her rear made when his hips hit it.
He moved his hands from around her waist, to her shoulders, then her neck. She loved the feel of his calloused hands on her soft skin. It was like a rough terrycloth texture that she couldn't get enough of. He even slipped his large hand around to her nipples and rubbed them both at the same time while thrusting. Her feet kept arching and trying to bend the wrong way, it all felt so good. If he kept this up, she was going to go nuclear again and soon.
He started to become rougher with his thrusts, driving his hips forward, pulling her back onto him however he could onto her. He used her budding breasts, shoulders, and neck as leverage to keep driving into her.
"Pull my hair, Leon."
"No, Matilda. I don't want to hurt you."
"Leon, I said pull my hair."
"Matilda...."
"I'm not a little girl, Leon. I said PULL MY FUCKING HAIR!"
He did. He slid his hands up the back of of her neck, ran his them through her bob cut working his fingers through her tresses, then gripping close to her scalp, pulling her back onto his driving member while he kept thrusting forward, her ass jiggled and slapped against him. Her head was arched back and a huge smile was on her lips. She knew he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
He began to grunt as he pulled her back and forth by her hair, his manhood swelling even larger inside of her. Finally, she felt him shiver inside her. It triggered another tingling wave of pleasure in her. Her legs started spasming again, her toes clenched and unclenched, she gripped the sheets in both of her hands and kept arching her back.
"Do it, Leon. Shoot it in me."
"Ahh, ahh, ahh."
"Come on Leon, do it. Make it happen.
"AHH, AHH, AHH!"
"Leon, do you love me?"
"Yes Matilda, AHH, I love you."
"Am I a good lover?"
"Yes, AHH, the best."
"Then show me by putting your baby inside me."
"AHHHHHH!"
He spasmed with each spurt that he unleashed inside of her. Matilda could feel Leon's hot liquid flowing into her wet opening, then she joined his release, flinging her hips in a circle, drawing his erupting member along her milking hole. Her cries were of a higher pitch, but no less animalistic than his. They cried out to each other 6, 7, 8, 9 times as the culmination of their efforts were fulfilled.
As she slipped forward, off of his now semi-hard manhood, there was a wet sucking sound. Leon groaned again, one final spasm that landed on her ass cheeks.
Matilda could feel some of him leaking out and down the insides of her thighs. Dipping an experimental finger within her cleft, she confirmed she was definitely filled with his seed: she could feel it pressing from inside of her. She knew she would carry his baby, couldn't wait until she was showing as her tummy grew, their love inside of her becoming another person. It brought a smile to her tired features.
She turned to Leon, he was lounged back, his long manhood now back to normal proportions.
""You were wrong, Leon."
He raised his eyebrows in question.
"You are an excellent lover."

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