As he altered their position and drove down into her, Alice still shook with the aftershocks of her first orgasm and his movements barely gave her time to regain herself before a second climax took hold of her.  This time there was no magical reverberation, just loud cries of pleasure from the woman beneath him, who had lost the rhythm but still tried to meet his heavy thrusts.  It was different from anything Alice had ever experienced.  She had only been with a few men and they had been timid, and perhaps, overly careful in their romantic aspirations of the physical kind.  Emlyn was wildly different and she found she enjoyed that.<br/><br/>When he pulled out, she was briefly aware of the fact that he had not met his climax, despite pulling her to her peak twice.  At first, she was not sure what was changing, but as he settled her into his lap, it became abundantly clear.  Alice's fingers found the length of his shaft, wet with her own juices and she slowly pumped along it before moving it to line up with her entrance.  Where he had taken her hard and quick, Alice almost wanted to draw it out, to tease him with her new position of control.  Or at least, that was what she believed she had.  She sunk down onto him at a leisurely pace for the first downward thrust and once he was fully engulfed inside her, she placed her hands on his chest and began to make gradual circles with her hips to ride him.  Her body waved and undulated on top of him, ensuring his cock will feel her muscles flex and tense around him.<br/><br/>His pace before had been almost bruising and she knew maintaining the quiet movements would not be enough, even if she wanted to savor the feeling of how hard and thick he was.  She used the leverage of her hands on his chest and began to ride him at more of a gallop, her hips rising and falling with increasing tempo.  Her head fell back as she did it, losing herself in pure abandon to the sensation of his dick slipping in and out of her body, her sensitive and swollen clit rubbing against his body with each downward thrust of her hips.  Confident in her ability to maintain her movements, Alice lifted one of her hands from his chest and slid it between them, her fingers caressing her aching clit as she rode him.  Her breasts moved and swayed with each stirring of her hips, they were a decent size.  Not so big that they swung wildly, or so small to lose effect.<br/><br/>"I want to feel you cum..."  She gasped out as she rode him, the words escaping her mouth in equal parts whisper and cry.  It was a plea.  He was made by man and not by nature, and she wondered if he was built any different from the men who were born to a woman.  From everything she could gather, he was built better, with more endurance and strength than the men she had encountered.