Missionary

I push up on all fours and spread Heather’s legs to kneel between them. “Make love to me, baby,” she purrs again. “Fill me up with that beautiful hunk of man-meat.”

I arrange myself between her thighs and nestle the tip of my prick in her wet, warm folds. Looking down into her eyes, I 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 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. I’ve done her hard and fast; I want this time to be slow and sensual—even spiritual—even if it kills me. 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.

“Fuck, love,” Heather breathes when I’m finally all the way inside her, “you have the cock of my dreams . . . That big hunk of man-meat fills me so full—I’m so full of you . . . Could anything get any better than this?”

That sounds like a challenge. I decide with a smirk to take full advantage of the work I’ve done with Coach Hammer. I lift one hand off the bed, supporting myself on one arm, and reach down into Heather’s quim to play with her pearl. She doesn’t register what I’m doing until she feels my fingers pressing her clit against my hard shaft. “What the—” she gasps. “I’ve never—no one’s ever—fuck, that’s good!”

I rub her clit slowly and suckle her nipple, licking it all over. I would switch to the other one, but I don’t want to disrupt my balance or my rhythm, so I concentrate on enjoying the tit I have. I bite her nipple gently and pull, trilling my tongue on the tip, then go back to suckling it hard and fast. I open my mouth and use just my tongue, swirling it over the swollen peak, then caress it with my lips. I get as big a mouthful of boob as I can, biting very softly and rasping it with the back of my tongue, before pulling it off and suckling the nipple some more. I vary my technique on her joystick as well, now rubbing up and down, now in more of a circular motion, and occasionally pinching it lightly.

“My tit—my clit—so good—so fucking good,” Heather pants. “Suck my tits—suckle me—rub my clit—touch me—more—more . . . Love your big cock—big fucking mommy-maker—fill that pussy up right—I was made for this—you were made for me—that pussy was made for you—your pussy—claim your pussy—take it—ruin me for any other man—all yours, all for you, only always all for you, love—please—”

“Take my cock, baby,” I tell her. “It’s all yours—it’s only yours. I love you, I love your tight little pussy, and I love making you cum.”

Heather moans, “I love you, too, Andrew.” She pulses and squeezes the walls of her hot tunnel around my invading rod as I steadily pump her cunt. Our lovemaking—because that’s truly what it is—is slow and sensual. We’ve had the hard and fast to take the edge off years’ worth of lust; now our passion builds gradually as we enjoy each other’s bodies. I feel like I could spend forever in her tight, wet heat, and she tells me several times to never stop fucking her. Eventually, she cries out, “Oooooh, lover, I’m close—so close—so fucking close—don’t stop, baby, don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop—love me, love me—make me cum, make me cum, keep fucking me ’til I cum.”

I kiss her ear and murmur, “You’re so fucking sexy when you cum—go crazy for me, lover. Let me feel you lose it. Let me feel you go wild and cum all over my big, thick cock. Cum for me and make me cum—make me lose control and fill your hungry little pussy with my cream. Take my cum, lover—take all of it, let me fill you up. Cum for me, cum on my cock, and I’ll cum with you.”

Heather’s voice is high, breathy and wild. “Give me—give me everything—” she begs. “Cum with me, baby, fill my hungry pussy with your cream—fill me up, satisfy me, let me feel your hot load in my hungry little pussy—let me feel you, let me cum with you—seed my pussy, love, 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, lover,” 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; her pussy walls start clenching and spasming around my cock to milk it for all it’s worth. I hold her tight and keep my erupting sex cannon deep in her womb as she writhes against me. She kisses me wildly, hungrily, and we make out as our joint climax sets our nerves on fire.

How long we kiss, I don’t know, but eventually we break off. We don’t bother to break apart—Heather twists around to pull a sheet over us, and we end up spooning, my arms still around her and my hands wrapped around her succulent melons. “That was incredible, lover,” she purrs sleepily. “If practice makes perfect, I can’t wait to see what ‘perfect’ looks like . . . I’ve already never been so well fucked.” After a few moments, she continues, “I love your cock . . . I love having your arms wrapped around me . . . your hands holding my big titties like they’re precious . . . hold me, baby . . . hold me tight . . . I love you . . .”

I squeeze Heather’s heavy globes gently and kiss her neck; she moans softly. “I love you, too, baby,” I whisper in her ear. She hums quietly in pleasure as she drifts off in my arms. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in her scent as I follow her swiftly into sleep.