Wake-up fuck

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 stomach. 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 don’t have a good answer, so I roll over on top of Heather and line up my prick. I slide my hands under her body, grabbing her tits, and hold her tightly as I slowly penetrate her sex. She’s hot and wet, and fortunately, her ass is off the bed just a little; it occurs to me too late that if her hips are rotated wrong, I won’t be able to do much, but her fucktunnel is wide open for me. I drive forward slowly into her sleeping body, pleasantly surprised at how deep I’m able to go. She moans softly in her sleep as I lie on top of her, kneading her heavy melons and kissing the back of her neck.

I squeeze Heather’s amazing tits as I start slowly pumping her cunt. I work my hands around to capture her nipples, pinching them and rolling them around a little. She moans louder and turns her head, but her eyes are still closed. I kiss the side of her neck down to the place where it meets her shoulder, sucking on her soft skin. She murmurs something—I can’t understand it, but she sounds pleased. I move one hand from her tit to her twat (which takes a while; the resistance from our combined weight is noticeable) and slip it in to tease her pearl.

I raise my head from Heather’s neck to watch her for a few moments. “Oh, fuuuuck,” she breathes, and her eyes flutter open. They go wide—she’s awake enough to realize her position, but not awake enough to really know what’s going on. “What—who—” she gasps in confused alarm.

“The who, sexy girl,” I murmur in her ear, “is simple: your new boyfriend. The what is even simpler: I’m fucking you. I’m fucking you because I want it, you want it, and I can.”

I can feel her relax almost instantly at the sound of my voice. By the time I’m done talking, she’s humming in anticipation. “Naughty boy,” she murmurs, “taking advantage of a sleeping girl like this.”

“You said you’re all mine,” I tell her, delicately licking her ear when I pause. “I’m taking you . . . at your word.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Heather breathes. “I feel you wrapped around me—” I pinch her titbud and she mewls, then continues with a gasp, “—feel so protected, claimed, wanted . . . and fuck, lover, your cock feels incredible in this position . . .” She buries her face in her pillow and howls as a climax rolls over her like a wildfire. I speed up to fuck her as hard and fast as I can while her cunt ripples and pulses around my prick.

“Love your cock, baby,” Heather whispers. “I’m yours—yours—all yours—only yours—your woman—your girl—your little cockslut . . . Take me, lover—cum in me—cum in my hot little pussy—” I squeeze her clit lightly between two fingers and her body erupts in orgasm again, leaving her shrieking in pleasure as her pussy tries to swallow my rod whole.

I squeeze Heather’s tit as much as I can, pinching and rolling the nipple. I keep the pressure on her clit with my fingers as I run them up and down its length, and I fuck her with long, deep, steady strokes of my cock. “You like this, lover?” I ask her, nuzzling her ear. “You like knowing you’re being fucked, you’re going to keep getting fucked until I decide to stop, and all you can do is enjoy it?”

“Fuck yeah, love,” she whispers. “So hot—your cock is driving me so fucking wild—can’t think straight . . . cumming again soon, I’m so close . . . 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. She’s not very loud, because she doesn’t have a lot of air in her lungs at this point, but her climax is titanic. I hose down her inner walls with cum, and her pulsating cunt milks me for every drop. I embrace her fiercely as I hold my erupting sex cannon deep in her womb; her hands clench spastically at the bedsheet as our shared passion wracks our joined bodies with fire.

When I can pull out, I roll off onto my side. Heather takes a deep, shuddering breath, then rolls up to look at me. With an expression of wonder on her face, she caresses my cheek with a trembling hand. “That was . . . that was . . .” She breaks off, laughs softly at herself, and tries again. “Baby,” she says, “that was wholly new. Nobody’s ever fucked me like that before—it felt utterly amazing. Where did you come up with that?”

I kiss her softly and say, “You inspire me, baby.” The look of love and joy that dawns on her face at my words makes me feel like Superman. I swear, for this woman, I could fly.