Spooning

“Spoon with me,” I say. A sultry smile spreads across Heather’s face, then she rolls in my arms and rearranges herself with my steel-hard rod nestled between her ass cheeks and her head resting on my bicep. I kiss her shoulder and the back of her neck as I fill my hands with her heavy, supple boobs.

“Touch me, love,” Heather breathes. “Touch me everywhere. Love my tits, baby—love my big fucking titties. They’re all yours, all for you, only for you. Let me feel your hands all over them. Ohhh, lover, you have magic fingers . . . I love your touch. So good . . . so good . . .”

I love the way Heather’s perfect melons feel in this position—of course, I love the way they feel in any position. My hands roam freely over her lush curves, enjoying her silken skin, avoiding her nipples at first. I alternate between full-hand caresses that allow me to feel her supple flesh in my palms and light, slow strokes with just my fingertips. I particularly like sliding a hand between her boobs to be sandwiched by her warm, heavy cleavage. I lift her abundant mounds in my hands and feel their weight, then squeeze them both gently.

Heather moans and purrs at my attentions. She kisses me slowly and sensually over her shoulder, flexing her ass against my aching erection. “Ooooh, Andrew, that’s so good—that’s so fucking good,” she murmurs. “You’re so fucking good to me. I love the way you love my tits—you make me so hot, so horny, so fucking wet . . . Your hands feel so good on my big titties . . .” I pinch her nipples lightly and twirl them in unison, making her mewl in pleasure.

“Ohhh, you naughty boy, you love my sweet girls, don’t you?” I hum in pleasurable agreement and nuzzle her shoulder. “Mmmmm, your hands are so good to my big, firm tits—you do me so fucking right . . .” She reaches back between our bodies and wraps her hand around my dick. “Your big, thick cock is so good to my tight, hot, wet little pussy . . .” She shifts her hips forward so she can free my rod and angle it down some, then shifts back to nestle it between her pussy lips. “Feel how hot fucking wet I am for you, baby. Feel how much I want your big mommy-maker in my hungry little hole.” She holds my shaft firmly in place and begins twat-fucking me, rubbing her love button hard on my cockhead with each stroke.

I rotate my hands around Heather’s curvy beauties, making my fingers judder sideways over their hard, eager buds. She gasps and rubs herself harder against my straining prick. “Play with my nipples, baby,” she pants. “Squeeze my big titties and pinch my nipples.” I pinch her titbuds softly and roll them against my thumbs, massaging her titflesh with the rest of my hands. I pull her nipples gently and twist them; she mewls with pleasure, then moans, “More—harder—do me more—please, do me more . . . I love you, baby—I need you so much—I need you—need you—”

I reach between Heather’s legs to my mushroom. I pull my hips back a little, then rotate and thrust, guiding my cock into her hot, slick hole. She mewls as I pierce her sex, then turns her head and kisses me deeply, tongue probing to play with mine. I stroke her pussy lips and push them against my rod as I thrust between them, then let my fingers drift upward and tease her pearl; I diddle one of her nipples with my thumb while I tease the other with my pinky. “Ohhh, Andrew,” she breathes, “love me right. Thank you for waiting for me, baby. Take me—take me—I’m yours—all yours, now—forever . . . Love my girls—love my body—take my body—claim me—mark me—make me feel you everywhere . . . Yeah, lover, just like that—fucking just like that on my clit—ooooh, fuck me just like that . . . Play with my clit, rub me, push my button—make love to me, baby, make love to me. Give me—take me—always and forever, never stop, just don’t ever stop. Fill me with your cock—fill my hungry little pussy full of your man-meat—make me feel so full—so right—feel so complete—ohhhh, lover, I’m yours—all yours—all yours. Take me—take me—only yours—all for you—only for you . . .”

I keep playing with Heather’s tits and clit as I begin pumping her cunt with my shaft. She moans and pushes back against me, rubbing her ass and back against me. She reaches an arm behind her head to stroke my face and hair; I kiss her hand and wrist. She lifts her upper leg, resting it on mine, and reaches down between her legs to caress my balls. I moan at her touch and nuzzle her ear. I pick up speed, and she starts to wriggle, changing the angle of penetration in all sorts of ways as she moves. That makes us both moan, and soon she’s experimenting with positions as I keep thrusting. I bend forward and murmur in her ear, “Take my cock, baby. It’s all yours and only yours. I love you, I love your tight little pussy, and I love making you cum.”

Heather moans, “I love you, too, Andrew,” and rocks her ass on my prick as I 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, baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my big, thick cock. Let me feel you go crazy for me. 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. Heather seizes my hands with hers and turns her head to claim my mouth with a ravenous kiss; we make out hungrily as our joint climax sets our nerves on fire.

How long we kiss, I don’t know, but eventually we break off; I bury my face in her hair and pull my hand out of her quim to claim her unoccupied tit with pussy-wet fingers. We don’t even bother to break apart—Heather just twists around to pull a sheet over us, then returns her hands to mine, holding them tight. “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 big melons 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.