I need a snack first

“I want to make you cum as many times as I can, baby,” I tell Heather, “and I want to spend as much time inside your sweet pussy as possible.” She moans softly, lust sparkling in her eyes. “So I want to hold off cumming as long as I can.” I pull out slowly and reach between her legs, stroking her pussy lips and teasing her clit; she mewls and rubs against me. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” Heather groans. “That’s so hot . . .” She stands up, reaches behind me to take my hand, and leads me the rest of the way up the stairs.

When we get near her room, she turns suddenly to face me; on reflex, I step into her and back her firmly into the wall. Her eyes start going wide. I drop to my knees before Heather, grab one of her legs, and hook it over my shoulder, then grab her ass with both hands. I shift her hips and plunge my mouth into her juicy quim, Frenching her lips with abandon and sucking up her bittersweet nectar. She shakes and shudders under the unexpected oral assault as my tongue tries to be everywhere in her slit at once. I roll it up and plunge it into her honeypot, and she moans my name. I flatten my tongue to lick as much of her G-spot as I can reach, then press my lips into her slick flesh and suck hard; she screams and drives her hips forward as her climax explodes into my face.

As soon as I can move my head without being afraid she’ll unbalance, I slide my lips up and wrap them around Heather’s pearl. I let go of her ass with one hand and pierce her sex with two fingers; I suck on her clit like a man dying of thirst and fingerfuck her hard and fast, pulling forward for maximum friction on her G-spot. She gasps, then screams, “Fuck! Yes! Andrew!” Her orgasm hits her like a planet falling on her; she draws a deep breath and screams again, this time wordlessly. Her entire body goes into spasm, trembling and shaking with her joints locked, as her cunt squeezes my knuckles hard enough to hurt. I can’t really keep pumping her against that resistance, so I undulate my fingers to keep rubbing her G-spot while I maintain my suction on her lovebud.

When I feel Heather’s body start to unlock, I draw my fingers out quickly before she slides almost bonelessly to the ground. She draws a long, shuddering breath, opens her eyes, and gasps, “That was . . . that was . . .” Another long, slow breath. She says huskily, “Fuck . . . the best sex of my life . . . we still haven’t made it to my bed.”