Please read part 1 first!
This is a little steamier than part 1, but still very mild by most standards.
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His penis was perfectly average in size, but stood up engorged and as hard as a rock. The apparent intensity of his arousal for her was another turn-on for Kate, and she felt yet another wave of her own arousal wash down through her.
He then bent down and carefully took her g-string with two hands. Before removing it he kissed her three little stars in the same way he did the other tattoo, making her gasp and giggle.
After discarding her g-string Jones dropped back down on the bed with her. They looked into each other's faces again for a moment before returning to the kissing and stroking, now made all the more sensational by their nudity.
Kate traced patterns with her fingers over his chest and down to his abdomen, teasingly above his erection but not touching it.
Jones' tongue and lips traced around hers tantalisingly, while his right hand wandered back and forth a few times between her breasts and down over her buttocks, before eventually leading down to the triangular creases between her thighs. She shifted slightly to allow a him a little more access, and he stroked the narrow strip of trimmed hair atop her pubic mound. She moaned softly and parted her legs just the tiniest amount more, and his middle finger carefully and slowly traced down the surface of her vulva slit.
This was the most intimate touch she had felt from him. She closed her eyes and concentrated on every micro-move of his fingers, willing herself to trust him. His middle finger went down and circled superficially and softly around the outside of her vaginal entrance, picking up a little of the juices that had already been flowing from her in waves.
He probed a few millimetres deeper and wetter, just under the labial folds over her vagina. Helped by her lubrication, he slowly and gently drew his finger up to and over her clitoris.
The sensation of his tenderness was almost crippling. Her arms stretched across the bed, her knees lifted, she arched her neck and moaned loudly.
Then he did it again.
Her second moan was softer but higher pitched and more protracted, and floated into words. "Ooh, Mister Jones..."
She placed her hands on his waist and opened her legs wider. Although he was in no hurry, Jones needed no more encouragement and he positioned himself carefully between her thighs.
He bent down and kissed her nipples again, before slowly pushing himself into her. He slipped in firmly but easily, and it was exquisite. He breathed hot onto her ear and neck with the first few, tentative thrusts. She arched her neck again and gripped his buttocks, urging him deeper.
He pushed himself up on his hands so they could see each other's faces, as the slow thrusting turned into a grinding. He smiled down at the look on her face that was like intense concentration. Kate became aware of it herself and smiled back at him, then their eyes locked into each other for several movements. It was almost poetic - it felt to her that he wasn't simply penetrating her body - he was penetrating her being.
They moved in unison, picking up the rhythm a little, and now she watched his face as it started to re-shape with pleasure.
They both angled their hips upwards a fraction, changing ever so slightly the patterns of stimulation they created together. She could feel the head of his penis now sliding against the front inner surface of her vagina, reaching a spot that until now she'd only ever found by herself. That it was him raised it to a different level, and her breathing jumped into gasps.
Then he slowed right to a stop. "Oh babe...", he said, "I want it to last..."
Kate knew that meant he was peaking already. This, and the look on his face pushed her excitement up again. She was desperate for him to continue, and pushed her hips up harder while squeezing his butt in towards her.
Jones got the message. He breathed out heavily and thrusted again, trying to reach deeper than ever with his faster final strides.
It had been rare for Kate to climax through internal stimulation, and certainly after such a brief period. But she could feel herself listing towards it now - the intensity of what was happening inside her, the sense of him almost there too, the specialness and power of the whole experience.
She watched his face.
And a moment before him, she tipped over the edge.
Kate's moan was long and uninhibited as she felt him releasing inside her. The full-body sensation left them convulsing together for a good half minute before their breathing began to slow. Jones gradually collapsed his whole weight onto her, before rolling off to the side.
Their panting subsided. They were exhausted, and satisfied.
Jones turned back to face her. Their eyes met again and they smiled gently at each other. He stroked the hair away from the side of her face then put his hand behind her head and kissed her warmly on the mouth.
Kate put her arms around his back, clasping her hands together and pulling his spent body against hers. Their feet and legs touched intimately. She became aware of his smell as she snuggled her nose into the space in his neck under the chin.
In a minute, despite the cliché, they were asleep in each other's arms.
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