Well, we make it to her *wall* . . .

“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 hook an arm under one knee and lift her leg, ending up with one of her sweet round cheeks in the palm of my hand and opening her twat for me. Heather’s eyes continue to widen as I squeeze her ass cheek firmly and line up my shaft with her dripping hole, then roll back in her head when I drive it home as hard and deep as I can. I cut off her ragged moan with a hungry kiss; she hooks her raised leg around my hip and wraps her arms tightly around my neck as her lips part in submission to my invading tongue. She makes small noises of pleasure in her throat when I plunder her mouth; I start pumping her tight, pulsating fucktunnel, and her noises turn to guttural moans. One of her hands shifts to cup the back of my head, pulling me harder into our kiss.

I’m so high on lust and adrenaline, I feel like I could fly. I know I had been wanting to go slowly with Heather and savor every moment, but—later . . . right now, every cell in my body is screaming for her, and I’m fucking her like a man possessed, pistoning my cock in her hot, wet cunt as hard and fast as I can. From the sounds she’s making and the way her fingers are working in my hair, she’s loving it as much as I am.

I break off our kiss and nip Heather’s earlobe, earning a small mewl, then whisper, “Too fucking sexy, baby—just too fucking sexy for words.” She moans, then gives me a hard squeeze with her pussy walls. I moan in return, and she hisses something; I can’t decipher it, but the tone of triumph is loud and clear. She keeps doing her Kegels, erratically but hard, and I know I’m close to losing it. I tongue-fuck her ear for a moment, making her gasp, before I tell her, “I’m going to fuck your tight sweet pussy in every room in this house, in every position you can imagine.” She moans louder and writhes around my thundering prick. “Yeah, you want that, don’t you, lover? Show me how much you want it. Cum hard for me, baby. Give me everything—cum all over my cock like a hungry little slut. Let me see you go wild for me.”

“Cum—with me,” Heather pants. “Take me—make me yours . . . Give me—your cum—all—your cum . . . Your woman—only your woman . . . Fill me—with you . . .”

I pound her even harder at that, somehow. “You want to feel my hot load in your hungry little pussy?” I ask her. “You want me to paint your walls with my cum?” Heather nods jerkily, and I can feel my balls boil over. “I’m—cumming!” I gasp. My orgasm is shattering. I drive my cock as deep as I possibly can; it goes off like a Roman candle, blasting shot after shot of cum into her wet heat.

“So—fucking—good—right—” Heather gasps, then tilts her head back with a strangled scream as her answering climax explodes through her body. I have her pinned to the wall, but I can feel her body spasming against me, pushing her hips against mine. I suck on her neck and hold her tight, feeling our bodies joined in thundering ecstasy.

When it passes, I continue holding on to Heather in order to keep us both up. She draws a long, shuddering breath 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.” I turn my head and she kisses me fiercely. “Every room?” she whispers, sounding awed. I grin at her—dementedly, I’m sure—and she says hungrily, “My room next. I want you to claim it—my bed to be your bed.” She rubs herself against me and squeezes my deflating prick with her cunt walls, giggling when she feels it twitch and start growing again. “You’d better have more cum for me,” she adds. “I want a dicking like my bed has never seen before. Then we can see about the others.”

“Ohh, love,” I respond, nibbling her neck, my voice thick with lust and emotion, “I have seven years’ worth of cum for you. You’re already making me hard again . . .”

“Oh, good,” Heather murmurs in a tone of deep satisfaction. “Good.”