Waking to the dream

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 . . .

Wait—where am I? What’s going on?

As the fog of sleep clears from my mind, I remember falling asleep spooning with Heather. I’m still lying on my side holding her, but somewhere in there she rolled over in my arms. Her top leg is hitched up across my waist, and she’s just guiding my erection into her welcoming pussy.

I groan a little, and Heather looks up, straight into my eyes. She draws my mouth to hers and kisses me slowly and luxuriously; her other hand squeezes my ass and pulls. I get the idea and thrust with my hips, socketing my rod home in her sex. “You feel so good, love,” she murmurs. “Your big mommy-maker feels so good in my hungry pussy . . . It feels perfect . . .” She grinds her clit against me and moans softly. “You were made for me, lover—you were made for that pussy—your big beautiful cock, such a perfect fit . . . You like that tight, hot, wet little pussy, baby? Ohhh, fuuuck, Andrew, you make me so fucking wet, so fucking horny . . .”

I squeeze Heather’s ass and start pumping her hotbox with long, slow strokes of my rod. I kiss along her jawline to the sensitive spot below her ear; she mewls delicately in pleasure. “I love your sweet pussy, lover,” I murmur. “It was worth waiting seven years for.”

She gasps at that and gives my aching rod a series of hard squeezes with her cunt walls. “Thank you for waiting for me, Andrew,” she moans. “Take me, I’m yours . . . take all of me, lover, take everything, I’m all yours, now—now and forever . . . I love you, baby—I need you so much—love me right, like I’ve never been loved before. Claim that pussy with your big, thick cock—make me feel every inch—make it your pussy—only yours . . . Make love to me, Andrew, 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, love, I’m yours—all yours—all yours. Take me—take me—only yours—all for you—only for you . . .”

I speed up some as I figure out what I’m doing, until I’m pistoning Heather’s tunnel at a steady pace. She flexes her hips, rubbing her clit against me and changing the angle of penetration in all sorts of ways as she moves. “Take my cock, baby,” I say tenderly. “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. Always—always and forever . . . Love me, baby. Love me—don’t stop fucking me—never let me go . . . Never . . .”

“I won’t,” I tell her. “Not ever.” I reclaim her lips with mine; we make out langorously, our tongues fencing lightly, as I massage her cunt with long, steady strokes. Our lovemaking—because that’s truly what it is—is slow and dreamlike and quietly intense. 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 throat 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 cum with every inch of your body. 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. My climax floods me like the ocean, deep and slow and powerful and vast. When she feels my balls unload into her molten core, Heather lets out a deep, wild cry and her body boils around me. Her orgasm, too, is long and slow and quietly intense. I pull her ass tight into me and devour her lips as our bodies tremble together and her creampot pulses and roils around my dick.

Heather clings to me well after our climaxes have passed, her eyes wet with tears. She plants kisses all over my face until I pull her head to my shoulder, and then she buries her face in my neck. I don’t know how long we lie there wrapped up in each other; I have no urge to move or to do anything else. Eventually, I sigh and say, “I could do with more wake-up calls like that in my life.”

“Oh?” Heather responds, giggling a little. “How many more?”

I nuzzle her head until she raises her face. I kiss her soundly, then murmur into her lips, “How about every day for the rest of my life?”

Heather kisses me back and says with a contented sigh, “You’re on, lover. You’re on.”