Never Stood a Chance

Trembling like a wet puppy just come out of a frigid lake I lean into Heather and bury my face in her shoulder. “Hnnnmmmmm.”

What a fucking orgasm! It had lasted WAY longer than usual and even now that it was over it wasn’t over as little aftershocks rippled out from my happy bottom. The experience left me drained yet exhilarated, **** yet giddy, and simply overwhelmed. A strange sort of pleasure lingered not just in my butt and balls but in every cell of my body that made me want to giggle and cry happy tears all at once. But overriding everything was a deep, aching need to be held. A need that Heather seemed to understand innately.

“I’ve got you, baby.” She whispers into my ear as she pulls me close. “Ohhhh, Elliot. You did so good.”

“Hehhhm!” I whimper as she oh so gently pulls her fingers from out of my bum. She doesn’t pull them away from my sensitive hole but leaves them touching the entrance and tenderly rubbing it. “Oh Heather. That was…I can’t even…ohhh. You make me feel so good.”

“Oh, my boy.” She holds me, she kisses me, she makes me feel so big and so small in all the right ways. “My boy.”

Before long she releases my leg and shifts up to sit at my side. Her dress now could do nothing to hide her erection as it was too large to cloak. She settles in, crushing her breasts into my chest, and starts to pet me and touch me and caress me in the way she had.

“I messed up your nice dress.” I say, feeling a bit guilty about the big sticky cum splotch smeared all across the stomach of her stunning gown.

“I don’t care about the dress, baby.” Her voice wavers and when I look up notice tears in her eyes!

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Why are you crying!?”

“You said you loved me.” She whispers. “You love me?”

“Well…yeah.” I look up at her curiously. “Of course I love you, Heather. You saved me. I was lost and you saved me. You saved me in so many different ways. You saved me from myself. You make me a better man than I thought I could ever be. And you make me want to be even better. I want to be the best man I can be, for you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Heather. If that’s not love then I don’t know what love is.”

“Sorry.” She sniffles and daubs her eyes, trying to stem the flow before her makeup began to smear. “It’s been like a fantasy with you up until now. A wonderful fantasy. You just made it real.” Slowly she shakes her head, not at me but at herself. “I was so caught up in trying to think things through…like I might come up some perfect plan. As if these things work that way. I neglected my heart.” Laying a hand on my chest she says. “And yours.”

“Oh, um, are you upset?”

“Upset?” She smiles as the tears finally spill over. “No, baby. I’m not upset. I’m happy. You’ve made me…so happy. Happy in ways that I thought were dead inside of me. Ever since you came into my life…hahhh.” Leaning in she puts her forehead to mine as her left hand continues to stroke my cheek and neck. Eye to eye, soul to soul, she says. “I love you, Elliot Everly. I LOVE YOU!”

“OH!” A warm glow fills my once empty heart. “You do?”

“Uh huh.” She nods with another sniffle.

“Does that mean…you’re keeping me?”

She laugh-cries and gives me a long, hard kiss. “I think it’s a bit too late to keep acting like I have a choice.” She sighs. “I think it was too late the moment I saw you on my nipple. You’re too much, Elliot. You’re just too much. I never stood a chance.” She kisses me again. “Not one chance.”

Joy. Pure joy. A joy that soars miles above any other. Heather loved me! She loved me and she was going to claim me! I was hers! She was mine! JOY!

“I know I shouldn’t. I know there will be problems. I know I don’t deserve a man like you. I know I’m being selfish. But…MMM!” Grabbing her head I pull her back for another deep, passionate kiss. She tenses for a moment…then all at once melts down onto me. “Mmmmmm!”