For Her Pleasure

“Who are you?” Heather asks to the man with wavy chestnut hair and sharply defined features.

“I’m your sacred lover.” He says softly while caressing the white cotton sheets surrounding the mattress that he’s seated upon.

Heather sits down next to him, and he smiles. He pushes her down to the bed, but she doesn’t struggle too much. The man undoes her vest, and removes her shirt. Two small breasts peak through, firm enough to forgo the restraints of a bra. He lowers his mouth onto one of them and takes it completely in. Heather lets out a moan, and cries out his name. He licks even harder giving the occasional bite.

“Aaah!!” She cries out.

He starts on her other breast, licking on it. Now the first one is throbbing in the cold air. Heather grabs his hand and places it over that area as if to say, “I need this.”

He takes the hint and starts to rub the other breast with his large hands that are neither dainty nor fortunately, calloused. With his mouth he continue to lick and suck at the other one, and sometimes he implores certain methods that cause pain.

But only a little, because Heather likes it as she moans and writhes in pleasure. He stops and places a hand over the crotch of her panties and for a few settles his hand there. Then he starts to rub her clip through the fibers, slowly at first but still it’s enough to get her disoriented. It’s not enough though. He wants her to go insane with maddening lust. He rubs her clit even harder; smiling as she writhes underneath him. She violently contorts and then shudders, and his hand becomes wet and the smell of her sex fills the air. He smiles, and she looks at him like an exhausted child.

But she’s not a child any longer.

He removes the soaked remnants of her panties and casually tosses them aside. He lays on top of her, his erection nestled close to her opening, and he yearns to be inside her. She wraps her arms around him. He nuzzles her neck and kisses it. She moans loudly, and then whispers to him her need to be complete. He kisses her on the mouth and slides his tongue into her mouth, and this is the prelude of what’s to come very very soon.

When she’s not expecting it, he enters himself fully into her. She moans into his mouth and a few tears escape her eyes. He smiles, and creates a rhythm for himself, and he feels her gripping him hard. She doesn’t want to let him go, and it’s understandable. They didn’t get to see each other for so long. He continues his motions, and soon he watches in delight as she twists, writhes, and contorts underneath him with a delirious smile on her face. She gives out a scream, and he can feel her warmness coating him, and he smiles. He gives a few more thrusts but is unable to contain himself and he spews himself into her coating her walls.

They collapse in a heap, with Heather softly crying and Stanley gently comforting her.

“Happy Birthday.” Stan says to Heather, before they succumb to sleep.