Adelaide
I lie with my back against the tree, feeling its life force, and let my gaze glide over Ford.
He’s stark naked.
I swallow as my eyes find his cock. It’s already standing to attention again.
Obviously, the rumors I’ve heard aren’t true.
Goes to show—never listen to rumors.
“You okay?” Ford whispers into my ear as his teeth nibble on my lobe.
For some reason, I have a lump in my throat and seem unable to say anything.
If I’d been asked early today if I was happy, I would have said, of course.
I mean as happy as anyone can be.
But I would have been wrong.
Now I know what true happiness is. True happiness is in the arms of Ford.
“Babe? Love? Darling?”
His fingers caress my collarbone and follow an invisible line to my nipple.
I feel it respond instantly. It hardens.
At the same time, there’s a tingling sensation between my legs.
Until an hour ago, I had no idea how many different sensations I could experience.
“Fine,” I mumble and nuzzle into Ford.
To think the night started with us having to fight for our lives.
I guess it’ll be a funny story to tell our grandchildren.
How ludicrous. We’ve fucked once, and I’m already thinking about grandchildren.
Has the sex has left me delusional?
“What’s so funny?”
I turn my head to look at him.
“Nothing in particular, except maybe the way this started. You know—being attacked, and next minute, we’re having sex.”
It’s his turn to chuckle. “True. It’s a bit out of the ordinary.”
I raise an eyebrow. “A bit? That’s a bit of an understatement, if ever there was one.”
He looks at me for what seems like a long time.
Then, he brings his mouth on mine.
Instantly, the fire ignites. The tiny flame that had been flickering inside of me is turning into a raging inferno. When he pulls back, it feels as if someone’s turned off the oxygen machine.
“Well, why don’t we start again?”
“What do you mean?”
Now, I can feel his right hand on my tit. He’s squeezing and rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
My brain is finding it difficult to stay in charge. It’s as if my passion, desire, and lust are taking over. I never knew how weak the flesh is.
“I mean,” he’s whispering into my ear. “Why don’t we start the way we had sex again? You know, this time in a less hurried way.” His words are followed by tiny butterfly kisses. “Taking all the time in the world.”
I like the sound of that.
By now, my hands have to started to wander. They’re exploring his body, looking for new land and other treasures.
His mouth is now on my tit, sucking and biting.
“Dear God,” a little groan escapes my lips.
The man is a fucking expert. He seems to know what buttons to push on my body to get the right reaction.
He’s playing me as if he were playing a musical instrument. And to think he’s never done this before with another woman. He’s obviously a natural.
With his mouth occupied, his hands have found their own source of pleasure.
One of them is playing with my pussy. I can feel his finger rub against my clit, before pushing deep into my dripping pussy.
If I’d known sex was this fucking amazing, I wouldn’t have stayed a virgin for as long as I did.
My knees feel as if they’re filled with jelly, and the tingling that started in my pussy has turned into full-on electric sparks ripping through me.
There are so many different sensations, I’m finding it difficult to label them all or pay attention to them all.
If there’s one thing I do know, it’s this: I need more of fucking Ford.
Just then, his lips pull away from my nipple with a loud plop.
I cease the moment and glide along his body until my face is level with his cock.
Gosh, it looks gorgeous close up.
Of course, I’ve seen my fair share of dicks in med school and even in practice. But not one has had the same appeal as this one.
Like a water divination rod, it seems to be pointing at my mouth and quivering ever so slightly.
I lick my lips and ignore the throbbing in my pussy.
All in good time.
Slowly, I lean forward and blow a gentle kiss onto the tip of this gorgeous cock. To my surprise, my action leaves it bouncing up and down.
To see what else I can make it do, I roll my tongue around the tip of it, as if it were an ice cream. He tastes fucking delicious.
It’s salty, full of manliness and a hint of something I’m not familiar with. Could it be testosterone? Whatever it is, I want more of it.
Since I’ve not done this before, I take my time. I’ve heard of other girls talk about giving a blowjob, but I had no idea it would be this much fun.
I let my hands run up and down his shaft before I take the tip of his cock into my mouth.
It’s so huge. It may be ambitious to think I can take all of him inside my mouth.
But first thing’s first.
As I suck on the tip and let my tongue slide up and down, my hands have found his balls.
I roll them from hand to hand and give them a squeeze.
When I hear Ford moan, I stop.
It pains me to release his cock, but I need to check if he’s okay.
“Am I doing it wrong?”
Ford shakes his head.
“On the contrary,” he pants and grabs my hair.
He pushes me back onto his throbbing cock.
This time, I take all of him into my mouth. When the tip of him is deep inside me, I briefly wait for the gag reflex, but nothing happens. As I come up again, my tongue slides along the cock as if trying to get maximum taste of it.
And it’s a very tasty cock.
It doesn’t take me long to get into a rhythm.
Ford moves his hip at the same speed as I move up and down on him. By now, I can’t wait to taste his cum. I want to swallow all of it.
I start to increase my rhythm and speed. My hands have gone back to playing with his balls. I can feel his hands grip my hair and hold the back of my head so he can thrust harder and deeper into me.
The way his body tenses lets me know he’s going to come any second.
I brace and close my eyes. I’ve got no idea how I’m going to do this, but I’m going to give it my best shot.
And then I can feel him tense even more before he thrusts his hips one last time into my face, and I can taste the first drops of his cum.
He starts shooting his massive load into me, and I swallow it as fast as he produces it.
When he’s finished, he leaves his cock where it is, inside my mouth, as I let my tongue wrap around it to make sure I get every last drop of cum.
Eventually, he pulls out of me. I feel him pull me up until I’m level with his face.
“That was fucking amazing,” he murmurs and kisses the tip of my nose.
“I’m not finished yet,” I whisper and slide onto him.
My pussy is so wet it’s ready for that massive cock of his.
I want him inside of me now.
Up and down, I glide on his cock with my pussy until I can feel his cock harden again. I knew it wouldn’t take him long.
When it’s hard as a rock, I lift off him and watch his cock bounce upwards. Slowly, I lower my waiting pussy onto his cock.
I wince a little as he stretches my ever so tight pussy with his massive cock.
When he’s all the way inside of me, I just stay there. I can feel his big hands grab my hips.
And then I start riding him like he’s a wild bronco that needs taming. I can feel my tits bounce up and down and Ford’s strong hands around my hips.
His cock feels fucking fantastic inside of me.
“Yes, oh yes, fuck me…” I’m nearly screaming at Ford.
I can feel his hands leave my hips and wrap around my tits. Then he pulls me toward him until my tits are bouncing up and down in his face. He catches one with his teeth and starts sucking hard.
“Oh Ford…yes…yes…I…” my words get stuck in my throat.
Inside, hot molten lava spreads through me. I feel as if I’m erupting from the inside.
I throw my head back and hear myself yell. I’m not even sure what I’m yelling. It may be that I’m howling at the stars and the moon.
And then my climax starts. The tingling deep within me spreads outward and increases in intensity. Heat, electric pulses, and fireworks all mix together in an almighty crescendo.
I don’t think Ford is far behind me with his own orgasm.
The walls of my pussy grab Ford’s cock as it glides in and out of me, grabbing onto it tighter and tighter as if not wanting to let it go.
And then his body stiffens before I can feel him shoot his load into me.
When he’s finished, I collapse on top of him.
His finger runs up and down the middle of my spine.
“So you still want me to go home?”
The question is totally unexpected, and it makes me laugh.
“I never said you should go home.”
He brushes my hair out of my face and kisses me.
This is perfect—almost too perfect.
I put my head against his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
“But if I did say that,” I mumble and feel my eyelids grow heavy. “I change my mind. I think you should stay.”