Reunion

The minutes passed like years as I am pulled between the good feelings still saturating my body and this terrible sense of loneliness. Without a woman here to share my pleasure it all felt so…empty. Mercifully I am not left in this state for long before I hear the jingle of keys at the door.

I am up off of the sofa and at the door before Heather could even step through.

“Elliot!” She says with joy in her heart. The keys clatter to the floor as she rushes forward and into my outstretched arms.

“Ohhhh!” I throw myself into her. Heather pulls me into her. Cupping the back of my head she pulls it down and into her bosom. I lean down into her embrace, making myself small as I clutched to her thick, soft body. All those lonely minutes come out in one forlorn moan. “Ohhh, Heather!”

“I’m here, baby. I’m right here.” She kisses my head and pets my hair and holds me like only she can. She lets out a little gasp as in her caressing a finger streaks across the path of the single tear that had escaped my right eye. “What’s this?”

“Sorry.” I whisper. “I was just…” I take a deep breath as I clutch tighter. “I really missed you, Heather.”

“Oh, sweetie.” She strokes me. “I’m here now. I’ve got you. Where’s Julie. Did she leave you on your own?”

“I told her to go.” Lifting my head I wipe the remnants of the tear away. “I didn’t realize how…lonely it would be.”

Gazing into my eyes she says. “So you and she did…it?”

“Yeah.” I say. “I’m officially a Prince. Julie and Briana and I. It was…a lot.”

Putting a finger on my lips she says. “I don’t need to know the details. Not unless you need to talk about it. Did you have fun, baby?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “I did. I really did. But…it wasn’t you.”

She smiles a wistful little smile. “It’s best not to compare, my love.” Heather stares at me for a moment, her rich brown eyes studying my face as if she could read my emotions as clearly as if they were written in plain text across my skin. “Come on, baby.” Taking me by the hand she leads me back to the sofa and sits me down right in the middle. “Good boy.”

Pulling up her skirt so it didn’t bunch she set on knee to the right side of my thighs then the other to the left. She presses as far forward as she can, her big panty clad bulge right over my crotch, then settles her weight on top of me. It felt sooooo good to have Heather’s soft mass on top of me again. After arranging her skirt just so she smiles, strokes my head, then begins to unbutton her blouse.

“The meeting with the family. The practice. Making the team. And my mind spins at what Julie might have put you through.” Her voice flows like a lullaby. “You’ve been so strong today, my handsome man. I am so proud of you.”

“I don’t wanna be strong anymore.” I say softly. “Is that okay? Can you just…tell me what to do now? I don’t wanna be strong anymore.”

“Shhhh.” Her shirt unbuttoned to reveal the smooth, fair skin beneath she pauses to lay three fingertips across my lips. “No talking.”

I kiss her fingers and smile. It was a simple command but exactly what I needed right now. It was a signal that my Mistress was here and that I was in her loving hands now. I didn’t have to be clever or witty or playful or thinking about boundaries as I had with Julie and Bri. With Heather I could just…let go.

Heather removes her top and lays it gently over the back of the sofa. Despite all of the revealed flesh for my eyes to feast upon they remain captured by Heather’s deep gaze. Taking my hands she brings them around so that my forearms perched perfectly over the wide curve of her hips, my hands drop to softly rest over her big, beautiful bum. With a subtle press against my fingers she quietly signals that I was not to move my hands. She then removes her bra and lays this over her shirt. And after that she reaches down to pull my t shirt up and over my head. This garment she lays over the back to the opposite side of her own.

Leaning forward she presses her supple naked torso against mine. So soft. So warm. So all-encompassing. With the tip of her nose she gently nuzzles against my hairline then softly kisses my forehead.

“Listen. Listen. Listen to my breathing.” Her whispered words are silken strands wrapping around me, enveloping me, swaddling me in their warmth. “In. Out. In. Out.” Unconsciously my own breath matches hers. Slow, calm, steady. “Good boy.”

“I love youuuu.”

“Shhhhhhh.” She kisses my head again. “No words.”

Sitting up tall Heather stops again just to look down at me. In those luscious brown eyes I see…adoration…devotion…possession. She was mine. I was hers. We were one.

Cupping both hands beneath her full, round, heavy right breast she lifts it. As soft as a whisper her nipple brushes against my bottom lip. My mouth opens. The nipple enters. Nature takes over. Tenderly I latch…and begin to suckle.

“Ohhhhh God.” Heather sighs, her eyes going hazy as her whole body relaxes. She shifts forward even further and leans into me so that our tummies and her breasts were fully flesh to flesh. Once she was settled she lets go of her teat, allowing my face and suction to hold it in place, to free her hands to roam.

Heather threads her fingers through my hair and oh so gently strokes…and strokes…and strokes. The tips of her fingers from her other hand delicately traces the curve of my brow, the shape of my cheekbone, then flows back across my cheek to caress my temple. As her fingers move their touch lingers, a tingling wake across my flesh. She soon finds my ear and explores its every fold and contour with a feather-light touch.

Her plump, supple nipple in my mouth, my suction rhythmic and steady, I begin to softly coo without even realizing it.

Gazing into my soul Heather’s eyes conveys unspoken whispers. ‘You’re safe. You’re loved. Nothing can touch you now. Let go. I am here to catch you.’