Page 7 of Icy Mountain Man

Ford took his time, his hands moving over my clothes as he kissed me, exploring every inch of my mouth.

Like two teenagers in the back of a car, we made out for what felt like hours.

As he worked his way down my jaw to my ear, he nipped at the lobe before lowering down the side of my neck. He found a sweet spot right below my earlobe and sucked hard as I went crazy beneath him.

How had no one ever found that spot before?

As Ford moved lower, he slowly undressed me out of the clothes he gave me, finding me naked under the t-shirt and sweatpants.

“You naughty little vixen. Naked under my clothes?”

I giggled. “They were wet. What can I say?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ford said as he dragged his gaze all over my body, drinking in every delicious drop. “These curves, the voluptuous hips, your sexy ass, fuck,” He growled as he nipped at my ear once more. His hands moved everywhere until he stopped at my breasts, cupping and squeezing them as his fingers brushed over my nipples. Shivers of pleasure ran down my spine as my pussy throbbed relentlessly.

I hooked a leg around his hip and rubbed myself on his thigh, desperate for any type of friction.

He chuckled, low and deep and sexy as all hell. “My little vixen is horny, isn't she?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me how much.”

“So much. And just for you.”

“Mm, are you thinking about me sticking my cock deep inside you?”

“Yes, and also your mouth.”

“I like how you think. Maybe I should put my mouth to work now.” He kissed me hard before making his way downwards, his mouth finding a nipple and wrapping around it. He sucked hard and licked the tender tip, his tongue moving in circles. After he got his fill, he moved to the other nipple, doing the same slow, tantalizing movements.

I gripped his hair hard and when he began moving lower, my body tensed, knowing where he was going.

His tongue darted out and licked the soft skin of my belly. Down, down, down to between my legs, groaning as he buried his face in the tuft of hair.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” Ford nuzzled his nose in my slit, running it up and down before parting me open with his tongue. Slow, steady licks as he moved along my seam, tasting and sampling before his feast. “You taste so good.”

And that was it- Ford went to town.

I’d never had someone so dedicated to eating me out before. He moved slowly, methodically, taking his time as he licked. He sucked hard on my clit, French kissing it with his tongue before slipping it up and down my seam and then inside. He fucked me with his tongue over and over until he was back at my clit, flicking it again and again.

My orgasm built fast, higher than I'd ever felt on my own before, and I braced myself for the crash. I let go of his hair and gripped the sheets on either side of me as the desire coursed through my veins.

I wanted to explode into a thousand tiny pieces, I wanted to scream, I wanted to so badly let go.

Higher and higher it went until finally, I crested over the top and fell hard, like a tsunami wave, all rational thought obliterated.

And then it happened again.

Ford kept up the licking and the sucking, and an orgasm tore through me again without warning, followed up by another and then another.

I’d never had so many at once and I lost myself in the sheer pleasure of it all, a limp noodle on the bed.

When Ford had gotten all he wanted he kissed his way back up to my face, his beard soaked with my juices. He tasted like me as he kissed me, my eyes closed, my body spent.

“You know I'm not finished with you yet.”

I nodded, my eyes remaining closed.