From above

“I want to look you in the eyes,” I tell Heather. “Lie on your back and spread your legs for me.” Her eyes glow with love as she stands and gives me a long, deep kiss. She moves to the bed, lies down on her back, and spreads her legs.

“Make love to me, baby,” she purrs. “Fill me up with that beautiful hunk of man-meat—take me, make me your woman.”

I arrange myself between Heather’s thighs and nestle the tip of my prick in her wet, warm folds. Looking down into her face, 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.

“Wrap your legs around my waist, love,” I tell her. She looks interested and does as I say, which rotates her hips and shifts the alignment of her fucktunnel so I can go deeper in her. She crosses her ankles behind my back, and I can feel her pulling me in.

“Now, baby,” Heather whispers, “fill my hungry pussy with that big fucking cock.”

I claim Heather’s lips with mine as I drive my shaft, agonizingly slowly, forward and down 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. There will be plenty of time for that with Heather, but I want to make this time last. I want it 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.

I love how deep I can go in this position while still being face to face with the woman I’m fucking. When I’ve sheathed my rod to the balls in Heather, I rest for several moments to savor it. “Fuck, love,” she breathes, “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, baby—please—”

“Cum for me, lover,” I whisper in her ear. “Are you close? Let me feel you go crazy for me. Let me feel you lose control. Let me feel you go wild and cum all over my big, thick cock.”

Heather moans loudly and squeezes my ass hard with both hands. “So close . . .” she moans. “Make me cum, baby, I’m so close—just don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me, make me cum—love me—give me—give me everything—cum with me, lover, fill my hungry pussy with your cream—fill me up, satisfy me, let me feel your hot load in my hungry little pussy . . . I’m so close so close don’t stop don’t stop—give me your cum, love, give me—mine—love me—cum with me and make me cum—cock feels so fucking good in my pussy—fuck me love me fill me make me—so fucking close—”

Her wanton lust is too much for me. The dream that could never come true has become my life, and Heather is begging for my cum. My mouth seizes hers, my tongue claims her mouth, and I drive my cock as deep as I can into her welcoming cunt as my orgasm hammers through me like a runaway bullet train; my balls erupt, spraying her cunt walls with torrents of cream. When she feels me cum, her answering climax explodes. Her spine arches, pulling her head back and breaking our kiss, and she writhes in ecstasy as her body detonates around me. I raise my head to watch her face flood with bliss—and to pull my ears away a little from her wild, triumphant scream.

After several eternal moments, our bodies relax. I tighten my embrace and nuzzle Heather’s neck. She nuzzles my ear in return and murmurs, “ ‘I want to lay like this forever, until the sky falls down on me.’ ”