“Oh god! I’m coming! Ah!” Just as the words were leaving her mouth, Van thrust a finger deep into her wetness and bent it just at the right angle so that it stroked Heidi’s G-spot. And instead of falling over the edge of the orgasm, Heidi burst through it with rolling waves of electricity, her hips lifting and thrashing, her cries crescendoing with each thrust. Van moved his fingers inside her and his lips and tongue over the outside of her. As Van tirelessly continued, orgasm after orgasm rolled over Heidi in rising and falling fits of passion.
Instead of slaking her desire, the oral pleasures only made her want him more. During a lull, Heidi looked down at Van’s strong body and noticed his cock, standing hard and ready. She needed to feel its steely softness in her hands! She reached down between her legs and pulled Van’s head up. He trailed kisses again, this time up to her face, and his body covered hers. Now his warm, spicy scent mingled with her musk. She kissed him deeply and tasted herself on his tongue. So good!
Her hand moved down between their bodies to grasp at his hardness, but before she could touch it, their bodies shifted, seemingly of their own accord. Heidi could feel the big head of Van’s cock pressed against her wet entrance, where his mouth had so lately been. Heidi paused. Van’s hands were on her hips. Her hands were on his head and lower back. But she was only aware of the hot hardness pressing against her, insistent yet motionless, waiting for invitation. The tension was unbearable, and Heidi was vibrating with need. Bren – her husband, her life partner, the man who had taken her virginity – seemed so distant. Could she? Should she? Just one little motion of her hips, one little change in angle… Heidi couldn’t breathe, and passion was blurring her mind.
Van paused too, looking at Heidi’s face. Something had shifted in an instant, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck her. But it was her call. He waited, his dick hard as a rock, reveling in and begging for the moist heat it could feel.
A few unknowable shadows flickered across Heidi’s eyes, then her expression cleared and she smiled a little. Looking deep into Van’s eyes, Heidi rocked her hips, penetrating herself with his cockhead.
“Fuck me, Van,” she cried quietly. “Please. Fuck me.”
Van did not need a second invitation. He thrust into Heidi, hard. Once, twice, three times, and she was already coming again, wiggling her hips and crying out in pleasure. His breathing was deep and passionate, her fingers ferocious on his back as she matched his movements, thrust for thrust, each time feeling deeper and harder. Through the orgasms, Heidi was reveling in the feeling of Van’s cockhead, bigger than Bren’s, stroking the sensitive spot inside her. Heidi lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around Van’s thighs, causing his cock to sink deeper into her, driving rhythmically into her cervix, causing ever-increasing throes of passion.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It’s so good! So hard! Van! Oh god! Don’t stop! YES! It’s so good! So deep! Yes! Fuck me!”