by Vivien Vale
“Okay?” Ford pretends to be shocked. “Smells okay? News flash, it smells fucking delicious.”
At his words, I nearly spit the mouthful of food back out. He really has a way with words.
“Not bad, Ford, not bad,” I say and take another mouthful.
Once I’ve finished my meal, Ford outdoes himself again. He produces a small pot and boils some water to make some tea.
When he hands me a stainless steel mug with the hot liquid, our fingers touch, sparks fly, and our eyes meet.
I watch the flicker of the flame reflect in his eyes, and I’m mesmerized by the way the fire seems to lap at something invisible high up in the sky. Taller and taller, the flames grow until there’s nothing to reach for.
Without thinking, I put the tea down next to me.
His hand cups my cheek.
The way he’s looking at me, he’s staring right into my soul. There’s so much intensity there, I fear I might explode before I get a chance to taste his lips. I can see him move his mouth in my direction.
In anticipation, I lean toward him. Only a few inches separate us. Maybe if I pucker up, I might get there.
My insides are burning with desire. It’s tempting to grab him and pull him toward me, but then again, I don’t want to interrupt the flow. I mean, I’ve waited this long; what’s a few more seconds?
Those seconds seem like a lifetime, though.
Of course life’s like that, isn’t it? When we want something badly enough, it seems to take forever to arrive. On the other hand, when we don’t want something to happen, it approaches at breakneck speed.
I half-close my eyes. When our lips finally meet, I want to experience it with my eyes closed. I want all of my senses—barring my eyes—to take it all in.
As he’s getting closer, his scent is getting stronger. Unlike some of the doctors I’ve worked with or the male nurses, Ford uses no expensive body soap, lotion, or other gimmick to make himself manlier.
Manliness simply oozes off him. The minute you lay eyes on him, you know he’s a real man. He needs no prop to give him a hand.
And then, he’s on top of me.
Fireworks explode inside my head and lower abdomen. A warm glow spreads through me, and I’m overwhelmed with the cocktail of emotions washing over me.
At first, he’s gentle and soft. Soon, he loses his self-control, and his kiss becomes demanding.
His tongue doesn’t wait for permission, but instead forces entry and finds my own tongue. Together they entwine, tease, and tango.
I open my eyes and catch sight of the night sky. Stars sparkle brightly in the inky black.
It’s brilliant.
It’s perfect.
I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect setting for our first real kiss.
Ford
A gut-wrenching growl tears the world apart.
The hairs on my neck are standing up. From the most fucking fantastic kiss ever, we’re plunged into abject fear and utter panic.
Adelaide pulls her mouth from mine and stares at me, her eyes wide open in fright.
I can tell her instinct is to run, but I pull her close again, shielding her with my body as best as I can while I carefully look around for the source of this horrific sound. I silently curse myself for having let down my guard for a kiss.
There. At the top of the tree.
A giant leopard towers above us, ready to pounce.
We’ve invaded its territory. I should have checked for tracks instead of giving in to my desires like this. Leopards are silent hunters and quick to attack.
This beast is huge. It must have climbed above us while we were busy making out.
After all this time, her lips finally find mine, and this is how it ends. I’ve let her down.
And here I thought she was at risk of fucking kidnapping. How wrong was I?
I’m holding Adelaide so close, I can feel her heart pounding in her chest. My own pulse is racing, my system flushed with adrenaline.
Cold killer eyes stare down at me from above. There’s no backing out for this creature. A fight is inevitable.
The leopard lets out a throaty growl—the last warning for us to take off, but we could never outrun it.
Then he pounces.
Time freezes, and I act in slow-motion. I push Adelaide aside and down under the arching tree, out of reach.
As the animal descends, its front paws extended, claws drawn. I launch myself off the ground with all my might.
“Raaaaah!” I bellow, because I have to scream something.
I feel no fear, just pure adrenaline.
We connect in midair. My maneuver is successful, and I manage to avoid the claws, tackling the leopard sideways.
I lunge for its throat. The animal turns in flight, and we hit the ground with a deafening thud. Dust flies everywhere.
The creature is on its back, and we start rolling.
Time speeds up again.
I land on my knees, but the beast has thrown me off and is shaking its head, clearly confused about what just happened. I quickly draw my bush knife from my boot.
“Adelaide!” I shout. “The gun! In my pack!”
We both eye the pack, which is at a good distance from her.
The leopard is angled towards us and at equal distance from either of us. Hesitant, it eyes us both, teeth bared. It turns its head to Adelaide, clearly the easier and weaker target.
I have no choice but to attack.
I jump forward, knife in hand. I hear Adelaide let out a high-pitched scream.
I drive the blade deep into the neck of the animal, but my hand slips off the handle with my momentum.
I roll on the ground.
The leopard is howling in pain. The knife is in deep but stuck. A stream of red is slowly trickling out, but not fast enough for it to bleed out.
The leopard shakes its head again and runs a wide circle around us to the other side of the tree.
“Oh my god, are you okay?” Adelaide screams.
There’s no time. These are vindictive creatures, and now our attacker will fight to the death. It’ll be back.
“Quick! The gun!” I yell again.
Adelaide kneels over my pack. “I can’t find it!”
I sprint towards her, but the leopard pounces again and cuts me off.
I come at it with my bare hands. My only choice is to extract the knife. Unless…
The bleeding animal is blind with desire for revenge. As it jumps at me, I land a punch on its nose, stopping it dead in its tracks. It growls, whines, and yelps in pain.
This is my moment. I stick my arm into its wide open throat and grab the tongue with my right hand. I block the upper jaw with my left and lock my elbow in the lower jaw, preventing the leopard from biting down.
I pull on the tongue as hard as I can, as if it’s a weed to uproot, a plug to drain the life out of this fierce creature. At the same time, I push apart both jaws.
I’m staring into the leopard’s eyes. My knees buckle with the sheer force I’m using, but I don’t let go. I strain and strain just a little more.
Come on, Ford, you can do it.
There’s a blood-curdling snap at the same time that the animal’s jaw breaks, and the tongue finally rips out simultaneously. I duck to barely avoid a gushing fountain of blood shooting out of the mouth.
The huge beast collapses on all fours into the dust. Dead.
I drop the tongue, panting.
A puddle of blood darkens the dust and seeps into the ground.
“Ford!”
Adelaide flies to my side, and I’m still so pumped, I nearly swat her away on pure fighting reflex.
“Oh my god,” she repeats over and over again, “Where are you hurt?”
There’s blood everywhere, but I feel fucking great.
Without hesitation, she rips off her shirt and dabs at me everywhere.
She examines my arms and hands. There are a few superficial scratches from the fangs, but nothing deep. No cu
ts.
Even she doesn’t bother with the antiseptic.
“I can’t believe it!” she screams, exhilarated.
Then the shock sets in as the adrenaline leaves her body. She’s shaking, sobbing, drumming her fists against my chest.
“Fuck, Ford, we nearly ended up as dinner!”
I hold her arms at her sides, trying to still her. “Adelaide, calm down!”
She lunges at me, planting her mouth on mine.
We kiss hard.
Coming up for air, she gasps, “I’m not fucking calm!”
“Let’s fuck wild, then!” I yell, and lust ravishes over me.
She reaches up, runs her hands through my beard, my hair, pulling, tearing—a crazy look in her eyes.
We kiss again, and she’s sucking on my tongue so hard, I fear I’ll lose it, too.
All the while she’s clawing at my chest, trying to get me out of the shirt.
I simply flex my biceps and pectorals at the same time, and the fabric rips like paper, shreds dropping to the ground.
The race is on as to who can get out of their pants faster. She moves quick, winding like a gazelle, and stands before me on her slender legs in just her panties and tank top.
With the rest of the adrenaline in my blood, my hard-on is throbbing, bursting out of my boxers.
“Ford!” she exclaims. “You’re huge.” She clasps a hand over her mouth.
I step out of my pants and lift her top over her head, revealing her perfect, white tits—two pale moons in the night.
She slides down her panties.
I’m in the presence of a naked goddess.
I lift her up, and she slings her arms around my neck, hugging my hips tightly with her legs.
We kiss again, and she’s rubbing herself against my rock-hard cock. She’s dripping wet already, and I lift her up over my manhood.
We stare at each other, full of lust and desire.
“I’ve never—” we say at the same time.
“I’m a—” comes out of our mouths in perfect synchrony.
There’s a twinkle of mischief in her eye. “Just fuck me!”
I slide into her wetness and let out a groan of pure pleasure.
With her mouth close to my ear, she gasps.
“Are you okay?” I pause.
“I want all of you inside of me!”
With my hands on her hips, I lift her up again and slide her down on my cock.
“You feel so incredible, Ford,” she moans. “You fill me up completely.”
My hands are cupping her ass, and I push my shaft deeper and deeper inside of her until my balls are swinging hard against her pussy.
The resistance I meet breaks quickly.
She lets out a tiny gasp.
“You okay?”
“Just fuck me Ford,” she urges, and I keep going.
She’s pressing her tits against my chest, clawing at my back now.
It’s unbelievable how her body opens up. She’s tiny and light in my arms, and she’s taking my cock as if her life depended on it.
“Oh, Ford,” comes her voice into my ear, thick and hoarse with lust. “Keep going, don’t hold back!”
We’re moving in circles across the clearing under the tree, locked in a primal victory dance over the defeated animal attacker. We’re forming the beast with two backs, and the image flashes through my mind as I give myself over to my own animalistic instincts and a newfound appetite for utter lust.
Adelaide is leaning back in ecstasy, and I’m holding her with my arms alone. She arches her back and throws her head around wildly, whipping me hard with her thrashing hair.
“Oh my god, yes, fuck me!” She cups her breasts and squeezes her nipples, driving me mad with the sight of her sexual enjoyment.
I lean forward and between pants and grunts, and I plant a kiss on her hot lips while I slide the entire length of my cock in and out of her.
“I’m coming!” she screams in my face and grabs me by the beard.
I can’t help but scream as well as she explodes in orgasm. Her entire pussy is squeezing my cock hard as she’s shaking with convulsions.
I pull her close and hold her tight. “You’re incredible, Adelaide,” I whisper in her ear.
“This was amazing,” she sighs.
I put her down on her feet.
She grabs me by the cock and runs her hand up and down. “You’re still hard,” she observes. “Get down on the ground.”
I slowly lower myself, but she’s quick to stand above me. I bury my face between her legs and start licking wildly, tasting her. She laughs as my beard tickles her legs, and my tongue sends shivers up and down her body.
Then she pushes me down and straddles me, slowly lowering herself on my cock.
“I want to ride you like the big bull that you are,” she says.
Her tight pussy is hugging my cock, and it feels better than anything I could’ve imagined.
I literally just killed for this experience.
I lightly slap her thighs, then her ass. Each time, she increases her tempo and starts moving faster.
I hold her hands in mine while she moves in circles above me, grinding into me.
We’re fucking ferociously, as if to drive away the animal spirit of the dead leopard.
She rocks herself to another explosive orgasm, soon followed by a scream I let out from the bottom of my gut, thrown back at us from the stars above and echoing in the night all around us.
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 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.
