In many ways, exploring Twelve’s body was better than sex. As close as he was to her at that moment he could feel every involuntary shudder, every silent cry of pleasure that rose to his lover’s throat. The whole ordeal was extremely erotic. And as Calvo stood there, hot water pouring on him as he kissed Twelve’s neck and made love to her with his fingers, he felt as if the last five years were washing away with the sweat and the dirt.
His incarceration was now a distant memory and even their current predicament seemed unimportant and far away. He didn’t want it to end. “I’m cuming," she whispered as her head lolled back in ecstasy. Her right arm wrapped around his neck, holding him to her tightly while the fingers of her left hand dug urgently into his thigh. He could feel her body contracting tightly around his fingers as his thumb teased her hardened clitoris.
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Twelve shuddered again as another micro orgasm raked her body and her legs gave out, she seemed to lose her balance every time she came, but Calvo’s held her up easily with his right arm. Despite having had over a dozen lovers in her short life, only Eighteen had ever been able to bring her to this level of pleasure, and even she had had to work at it. Calvo seemed to know her body as intimately as a long time lover. Part of her wanted to just stay like this, but another part of her wanted more.
She broke away from him just as another small orgasm raked over her body and her legs gave out. She gasped as the floor rose up to meet her, but before she could impact a pair of strong hands caught her under the arms. “Are you alright?” Calvo asked, a look of concern washing over his face.
Twelve laughed, embarrassed by his concern. “Good catch,” she said by way of thanks. Her legs were still wobbly but she quickly regained her footing. “I’m fine,” she said smiling up at him.
Calvo didn’t look reassured. With a slightly beleaguered expression she explained her predicament, “It’s nothing really, but for as long as I can remember, every single time I orgasm, even if it’s just a small one, my legs give out.” Her smile returned, “You wouldn’t believe how much trouble it’s caused me in the past,” she admitted.
“I’ll bet,” Calvo said with a grin, taking her into his arms and looking into her eyes, “tonight you may fall many times,” he whispered passionately, “but you will never touch the ground.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds, the hot water dripping around them; finally they both burst out laughing. “I can’t believe you just said that!” Twelve exclaimed as her body shook with mirth.
“That was really cheesy wasn’t it,” Calvo admitted, trying to stifle his own laughter.
“Well it’s the thought that counts,” she assured him, chuckling to herself even as she pressed her lips firmly against his.
When their passionate embrace had ended, neither of them could even remember why they had been laughing. “Calvo?” Twelve finally whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I’ve never been with a man before,” she admitted, “I want to be with you but I really don’t know what to do.”
Calvo smiled, “Men are pretty easy to figure out,” he answered.
“Maybe so,” she responded, looking down at his throbbing manhood, “but I think it’d be better if I let you handle things for now… at least until I get the hang of things.”
“Fair enough, did you have anything specific you wanted me to do to you?” She blushed.
Hesitantly she responded, “I want to feel you inside of me.”
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