Heaven could never be this good.  Marti thought to herself happily.  Sprawled on top of this man, she had never felt so happy or so much in love as she did right this very minute.<br/><br/>As he rolled them over, he changed positions, and began to pile the pillows beside her.  As he situated her hips on the pile of pillows, Marti wiggled her butt in the air, and giggled.  She looked over her shoulder at him, and watched his face as he gazed upon the lush round cheeks of her ass.<br/><br/>She sighed as his hands caressed her buttocks, his touch so gentle, so tender.  A moan escapes her lips as he enters her wetness once more, for it is only in the coming together that Marti truly feels fulfilled.  As he pulls her to him, she feels the tip of his cock, touch her cervix, and groans again.  She feels him pull out so slowly, and enter again, just as slowly.  The pleasure is torture, but never has anything felt so exquisite in all her life.  She moans her pleasure at his long slow thrusts.  "No...D Darling... do whatever... you're doing...oh...my...fine...wonderful actually."  Marti stammered.  As he picked up the pace, just a bit, she felt the engorged veins of his cock, tickle the slick folds of her canal.<br/><br/>Just as she is about to ask him to massage her clitoris, he seems to read her mind, and she feels his hand there grasping at her swollen, throbbing nubbin.  With that, he picks up the pace yet again, thrusting in and out of her wet hole.<br/><br/>"Oh, god, Jeremiah, d..don't s...s..stop!  S..so close, so..."  Panting and gasping for air, her hands twist at the sheets of the bed.  Her body writhes on the pillows, and her face contorts in pleasure.  Moaning his name, "Jjjer..emm..iahhh!"  There is the familiar tingling all over her body, a burning in her soul that can not be held back any longer.<br/><br/>As she hears his words of encouragement, she needs no more than to hear her name on his lips, and a rush of hot cum floods from her body, and over his cock, oozing around him.