The Mysterious Mr. Heath by Ariel Atwell Page A

smile.
    “A pity, for I was finding that quite enjoyable,” she said. “What next, Mr. Hastings?”
    “Sit on me, for I am desperate to be within you,” he said, grasping her hips and pulling her atop him, her knees balanced on the bed, her legs spread open across his wide body. Holding his cock in his hand, he placed himself at the entrance of her opening and then looked up at her, his blue eyes gleaming like sapphires. “Can you take all of me like this, Laurence?”
    With both hands, he slid her down his thick shaft, and she felt herself stretching around him in the most exquisitely pleasurable manner, every nerve stroked by his hard ridges.
    Up and down she moved, taking him harder and deeper with each thrust, and when the base of his shaft rubbed against her clitoris, she thrust herself against that hard point that was bringing her closer to the edge. Somehow riding him this way seemed more thrilling and exciting than when he was on top and in full control. She felt his hands against her bottom, and when his finger dipped against the hidden rosette between the cheeks of her buttocks, she froze.
    “If I do something you dislike, you can tell me to stop,” he murmured.
    “I’m not sure I could deny you anything, Matthew,” she confessed.
    “It pleases me to know that,” he said, his fingers toying with the vulnerable flesh right at that most forbidden of openings. The sensations he was evoking were entirely new and unexpectedly arousing, as if all of her sensitive points in that part of her body were connected in ways she had never realized.
    He covered his mouth with hers, his tongue ransacking every crevice as he worked the tip of his finger into her tiny opening. The pace of his breathing was increasing along with hers as they both drew closer to the edge, and when she flexed the inner muscles of her vagina around him, the reaction was immediate.
    “You like?” she asked, doing it again.
    “It feels as if you are milking my cock with your beautiful pussy,” he gasped. “Whatever you do, don’t stop.”
    She couldn’t have stopped if she had wanted to, her body now desperate to find fulfillment. When he took the tip of her breast in his mouth and sucked hard on the tender nipple, it was the final straw. With him deep inside her still, she pressed that most sensitive part of herself hard against the base of his cock, closing her eyes and crying out as the waves of ecstasy crashed over her in quick succession. Her climax was all the sweeter, for it sated a deep yearning that had gone unsatisfied for so long in his absence.
    She laid her head on his chest, and he kissed her brow tenderly before rolling them both over, his shaft still nestled deeply within her as he lay her back against the downy mattress.
    “My turn,” was all he said, and she could only smile, still caught up in her afterglow. “How I have longed to have you this way,” he said, pulling back out slightly and then thrusting hard within her, his cock possessing her completely. His face set in concentration, a bead of sweat on his brow, he stroked himself into her hard and deep, as if he sought to brand her with his possession. As he drew closer to his own completion, she watched his lids shutter down to cover the blue eyes she so adored.
    “Oh yes, yes,” he cried out, but when he tried to pull out, she locked her legs around his buttocks, keeping him within her as he shuddered to his climax deep within her.
    “Why did you do that?” he asked, his voice muffled against her neck as his body relaxed against hers.
    “I don’t know exactly,” she confessed, uncertain about her motives. “It was foolish, I suppose, but I wanted to experience your completion as you do with me.”
    He pulled himself up and out of her and lay back against the adjacent pillow. “And what if you were to conceive a child?” he asked, turning his head sideways to look at her.
    “At my age, it is less likely, to be sure. But should it happen, I can