Living 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 . . .

Where am I? I don’t recognize this bed—

—Wait—who’s this?

For a moment, I’m befuddled to find myself spooning with a woman, my hands wrapped around a pair of big tits; then my mind clears a little and I remember fucking Heather and falling asleep with her in this position. When the fog of sleep clears a little more, I realize there’s a hand wrapped around my throbbing erection—and then she shifts against me and I feel her guide my prick into her welcoming pussy.

I groan a little, and Heather turns her head to kiss me slowly and luxuriously over her shoulder. “You feel so good, love,” she murmurs. “Your big mommy-maker feels so good in my hungry pussy . . . It feels perfect . . .” She takes one of my hands from her tits and moves it to her quim, pressing it into her clit and moaning 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 thrust deep into Heather’s tunnel and start fucking her with long, slow strokes. The hand still on her tits plays over her lush curves, enjoying their supple weight and the softness of her skin. I press my fingers into her supple mound as I fondle her, then tease its stiffening point with my fingertips, tracing circles around it and brushing its apex. With the other, I trace circles around her clit. She mewls in pleasure, then hums when I kiss the sensitive spot below her ear. “I love your sweet pussy, lover,” I murmur. “It was worth waiting seven years for.”

“Oh, fuuuuck,” she breathes, and reaches her upper hand behind her head to caress mine. “Fuuuck, lover, your hands feel so good on my body—so good on my big, firm titties—so good on my clit . . .” She turns her head to kiss me hungrily for a few moments, then breaks off to look at me. “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. Love my tits, touch me everywhere, claim me with your cock—claim that pussy with your big, thick cock—make me feel you everywhere . . . Yes, 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, love, 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; she moans and pushes back against me as I piston my cock in her pussy, fucking me back as I fuck her. 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. When I pick up speed, 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 harder and harder. I 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. 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 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. “Cum with me,” she pants. “Want to—feel your cum—feel your hot load . . . Cum with me—cum in my pussy—take my pussy—fill me—make me cum—”

“Cumming, love,” I say huskily. “I’m—cumming—” I bury my cock in her tight little honeypot as 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 high, wild cry and her body boils around me. Her orgasm, too, is long and slow and quietly intense. I suckle her neck distractedly as our bodies tremble together and her tunnel walls pulse and roil around my dick.

When the great waves pass, I pull my hand out of Heather’s twat and return it to her tits, holding her tight to me. She snuggles into me with a hum of pleasure. We lie together like that for a while, feeling no urge to move or to do anything else. Eventually, I 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.”