Heath steps closer, right up against the edge of the bed. My pussy is lined up almost perfectly with his cock, and I feel myself truly aching for him to be inside me.

But Heath doesn’t give me what I need, not yet— he reaches under me and takes one of my breasts in each hand, squeezing them lightly, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

He then lowers his head and, still holding my nipples firmly, runs his tongue along my pussy. I wail in pleasure, and he fucks me with his tongue, taking the time to lap up and along my clit so expertly that I fall from my hands to my elbows.

“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” he asks, the words vibrating along my thighs. Before I answer he presses his mouth again me and swirls his tongue around my clit.

“Yes,” I gasp, lightheaded at the sensation. God, I didn’t know a man’s mouth on my pussy could feel so good— but then again, I suspect it’s because Heath isn’t just any man.

“My little fuck toy,” he says, kissing my pussy as he speaks.

“Yes, yes,” I say, stunned at how his words thrill rather than offend me.

Heath suddenly sweeps his tongue up the length of my slit, and I gasp in shock when he tongues not at my pussy, but at my ass. I nearly jerk away, but his hold on my nipples keeps me in place.

“You said you were mine, baby,” he reminds me, cool breath on my skin. I tremble— he’s touched me there, but to have his mouth there…

I force myself to relax. I told him he could have me, and I meant it.

“That’s right,” Heath growls to me as I relax. He licks at my ass again, then tentatively releases my nipples. When I don’t run, he moves one hand to my pussy. I moan as he slides his thumb inside my pussy, massaging my clit with his fingers. His mouth is still on my ass, gently taking me someplace I’ve never been—

“I think I’m going to come,” I say hazily, and Heath makes a satisfied sound in his throat— but then pulls away from me. “No, please don’t stop—“ I beg, turning to look.

“Shhh, Karli. Trust me,” he says, and then takes hold of his enormous cock in one hand. He reaches for me, slapping my ass lightly and then running his thumb over that entrance, massaging it lightly.

“What if I fucked your ass, Karli?”

I swallow, terrified— but not because I don’t want him to fuck me there. Because I do. I want him in me, I want him on me, I want him to have me. I nod, unable to form words.

“You think we could do that?” he asks carefully, and I feel him guiding my ass toward him. I moan when I feel the head of his cock pressed against my asshole— it’s huge. He’s so huge.

And I want him. I want him anywhere and everywhere, and the thought of him sliding into my ass is more amazing than I ever thought possible.

“I’m yours,” I remind him, my voice a whimper of need and fear and lust.

“You’re perfect,” he says, and then pulls his cock away from my ass. I’m about to protest when he slides into my pussy in a single, bold stroke. He doesn’t have a condom on, I realize, and I just as immediately realize I don’t care. I’m on birth control, for starters, but moreover, I trust him. Moreover still, I want him like this, with nothing at all between us.

Heath groans as his cock sinks into me, deeper than he’s been before. I can feel him stretching at me, my body trying to hold him off before giving in and letting him farther. I begin to sweat, and collapse entirely on the bed, my stomach flat against the sheets, moaning in desire and pleasure.

“No, Karli, no—“ Heath says, and there’s a strange fondness in his voice, like he’s teaching me. I try to prop myself back up, but his cock is just so big— it’s like I can’t balance myself with him in me.

“Poor baby,” he murmurs. “You’re just so tight.”

He withdraws from my pussy, leaving me gaping and needy, and the sits down on the edge of the bed. I pull myself together enough to sit up, sweat already beading on my chest. Heath lies on his back. He nudges my right leg until I swing it over him, so I’m straddling his cock.

“Try this,” he says, lifting his heavy cock so it’s aimed directly at my pussy. “You go at your speed though. I want to fuck you hard, Karli, but that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you.”

I nod, then brace myself with my hands on Heath’s chest. I lower my hips, moaning when I feel his cock press against my pussy, then slide into me. My eyes drift shut—

“Look at me, Karli,” Heath instructs. “I want to see your face. You’re going to come while you ride my cock, and I want you looking at me when you do.”

I nod eagerly and give in, sliding farther, farther. I have to pause at one point, when he’s only halfway inside me, and pulse up and down for a moment, wetting him, easing my own body into the sensation.

“You were only halfway inside me those other times?” I pant when I realize.

“You’re so small. So tight. It’s perfect,” he says, and groans when I lower myself even further. “Everything about you is perfect.”

“And I’m yours,” I reply, heady and dizzy with pleasure. “Tell me I’m yours again, Heath.”

“You’re mine, Karli. And I think you’ve been mine since the moment we met.”

That does it— my need for his cock overpowers my fear. I release my hips and push down onto him, crying out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he fills me entirely.

Heath shouts my name, groans, grabs my hips and tosses his head back. I gasp and lean forward, then begin to slowly, cautiously pump my hips up and down on him. The walls of my pussy strain against his girth, but with each stroke taking him in becomes a little easier, until there’s no pain— only pleasure.

“All yours,” I pant to Heath, barely able to form the words. He grits his teeth, like he’s having to fight to keep from coming now that he’s so deep inside me. The idea that just being in me like this could drive him to orgasm is thrilling, and I begin to ride him harder.

I’m not sure when, exactly, the orgasm begins to take hold of me, but suddenly my arms and legs are practically vibrating with each stroke. I moan and twist against Heath’s cock, but he steadies me with hands on my waist, lifting me up a little, pulling me down harder, till I feel his pelvis against my clit each time he fills me. My mind fogs over, long, low groans emerge from my throat—

“Eyes open, Karli,” Heath says rockily. “Look me in the eye when you come with my cock in you.”

I force my eyes open— I hadn’t even realize they’d drifted shut. Something about the expression on Heath’s face combined with the wild, full feeling of his cock buried in me, does me in. I cry out, a long, wailing sound as an orgasm rocks my entire body. I’ve never felt anything like this before, nothing so deep in me— a combination of the gentle orgasm he coaxed from me with his tongue and the powerful, firework-filled one that Heath gave me the first time he fucked me.

I collapse forward, his cock still buried in me, his arms around me, hands stroking my hair. My body shakes, trembles as the lightning in my veins subsides, though there’s a bolt of pleasure now and again, aftershocks of the earthquake I just felt.

Finally, my breath slows, and my mind clears enough that I can focus on Heath’s heart. With my head pressed to his chest, I can hear it. It’s racing. Still as he is right now, I can hear his heart racing— he’s far from done.

“Heath,” I stammer.

“Yes, baby?”

“What are you going to do to me next?”

He makes a deep, pleasured noise in his throat, then cranes his neck to whisper in my ear. “Whatever I want, Karli. Do you like hearing that?”

I smile, my pussy pleasantly aching around him. “Yes. Please. Give me more, Heath.”

He kisses my temple, then rocks forward so his cock quivers in me. “You don’t even know the kind of trouble you’re in, baby.”

And he’s right. But I know I want to find out.