Sleeping pussy

I drift awake, fighting to stay in the dream. I dreamed I was fucking Heather—many of my dreams have ended up that way over the years . . .

Where am I? I don’t recognize this bed—

—Wait—who’s that next to me?

I look over—and memory returns. I wasn’t just dreaming—I’m in Heather’s room, in her bed . . . Heather is lying next to me, on her back. She’s naked, her legs are spread, and at some point during our nap, she kicked off the sheet. What’s more, my nose tells me, she’s as aroused as I am (for the same reason, I hope).

Given that my cock is achingly hard, it immediately occurs to me to take advantage of the situation. You shouldn’t do that! I scold myself, but then myself asks, Why not?

I decide to compromise with myself and wake Heather up before fucking her. I bend my lips to her nether lips and kiss them softly, extending my tongue to play with her lovely folds and gather her nectar. She’s already wet, but grows rapidly wetter as I lick her inner lips and lap up her girl-honey. She moans, first softly and then louder, and then I feel the touch of her hand on the back of my head. I look up to see her eyes flutter open. “Mmmmmmm, that’s a wonderful way to wake up,” she murmurs. “Hello, baby.”

“Hello yourself,” I respond with a grin.

“Why don’t you come up here and kiss me?” Heather asks.

“Gladly.”

I suit the action to the word, giving her a long, slow kiss. When I stop to breathe, she murmurs, “I didn’t mean for you to leave my pussy unattended, though. Do you think you have anything down there that could take care of it?”

I grin at Heather and reach down to grab my cock. I nestle its sensitive tip in her fuckhole and ask, “Ready, lover?”

“All my life, with all my heart,” she answers in a husky whisper. I’m not sure exactly what that means, but I get the general idea. I’m about to say something when Heather embraces me and pulls me down to her. She kisses me hungrily, then murmurs, “Put your arms around me, love. Hold me tight. I want to feel wrapped up in your love; I want to feel your weight and the touch of your skin all over me.” I do as she asks, sliding my hands under her back until we’re all wrapped around each other. “Now, baby,” she whispers, “fill my hungry pussy with that big fucking cock.”

I claim Heather’s lips with mine again as I slide my shaft, agonizingly slowly, into her hot, wet sheath. As my cock probes her depths, my tongue explores her mouth. She shifts her hands to my ass and pulls, trying to get me to move faster, but I resist her efforts and hold onto my self-control. My nerves are screaming at me to cut loose, but this isn’t Siobhan, where it quickly became clear that the agenda was to fuck her into the mattress as hard and fast as possible as many times as possible. I want this time to be slow and sensual—spiritual, even. I kiss her fiercely to keep her from arguing; her tongue fences with mine. She responds by pulsing her cunt around my prick, squeezing me again and again as I slowly, slowly bore my way into her molten core, making me tremble.

When I’m as deep in Heather as I can go in this position, I rest for several moments to savor it. My unattainable dream is now my girlfriend—and she asked me!—I’m in her bed, we have nothing on but each other, and my cock is buried in her pussy. She’s as hot and wet as any girl I’ve fucked, and satisfyingly tight—especially as she keeps squeezing my dick with her pelvic muscles. I moan softly, and she smirks. “You like that, baby?” she asks smugly. “I could always drive the boys crazy with that.”

“Love, it’s wonderful,” I tell her. “Please don’t stop. But . . . I don’t have the words—”

“What is it, baby?” Heather asks softly, gazing deep into my eyes.

“You squeezing me feels awesome,” I tell her. “But it’s just an extra treat. It’s you, that’s what matters. I don’t know how to push everything out in words, love and desire and feeling accepted and welcomed, belonging, feeling like all I’ve ever wanted is right here and now . . .”

Tears of joy fill Heather’s eyes and she silences me with a long, lingering kiss. “Always and forever, baby,” she murmurs. “I’m all yours, always and forever. All I want is to give myself to you, every day, for the rest of my life.” I kiss her hard, tasting her lips, and pull back with my cock.

Heather moans as I withdraw, then louder when I thrust into her again, harder and faster this time. I silence her by locking my lips on hers and sucking on her tongue as I start moving in a steady rhythm. I fuck her with long, deliberate strokes, massaging the whole length of her hot, wet tunnel with my steel-hard rod. She keeps pulsing her cunt around me, and soon is fucking me back, moving her hips in time with mine.

I release Heather’s lips to kiss her jaw and beneath her ear, and she softly calls my name. “Fuck, lover,” she breathes, “your big thick cock is fucking beautiful. You like my pussy, baby? My pussy loves your big fucking cock. You feel so good in my hot, wet pussy . . . Oooooooh, love, I’m getting close again . . . Don’t stop fucking me—don’t ever stop—more—more—more—I’m so close . . .”

“I love your pussy, sexy girl,” I murmur in her ear. “It’s hot and wet and tight, and best of all, it’s yours. I love you, baby.”

“I love you too,” Heather says. “It’s your pussy now, baby—all yours—all for you—only for you . . . All of me—I’m yours—yours—all yours—only yours—your woman—your girl—your little cockslut . . . Take me, lover—cum in me—make me cum—I’m so fucking close—”

“Cum for me, love,” I urge her. “Let me see you—let me feel you . . . it’s so sexy to watch you cum . . .”

“Cum with me,” she replies. “Cum in me, baby, let me feel you, let me cum with you . . . seed my pussy, lover, plow me and seed me and make me cum . . .”

I know Heather’s on the pill, but her words sound insanely hot to me, and I can feel my balls boil over. “Cumming, baby,” I gasp. “Cumming . . .”

She tries to say something in response, but it’s completely incoherent even before it’s interrupted by an orgasmic shriek. I hose down her inner walls with cum as her pussy walls start pulsing and spasming around my cock to milk it for all it’s worth. We embrace each other fiercely as I hold my erupting sex cannon deep in her womb; I cut off her shriek with a demanding kiss, which she returns with fiery passion. We make out as our joint climax wracks our bodies, all wrapped up in each other.

How long we kiss, I don’t know; when we break off, Heather’s looking as dazed as I feel. “You’re incredible, baby,” I whisper. “I think I love fucking you almost as much as I love you.”

“You say the sweetest things, lover,” she murmurs back, then kisses me again. After a moment, she adds, “I think I agree.”