Page 10 of Falling for my Mountain Man

Multiple orgasms? Since when did they exist?

What I experienced with Hutch was something I’d never felt before.

A guy could barely make me cum never mind several times and his dick hasn’t even slid inside yet.

Hutch appeared above me, a sexy grin on his face. He kissed me soft and deep, and he tasted like me, salty and sweet, something I hadn’t tasted before. It turned me on, the thought of my taste on him, a treasure I wanted to keep for all time.

He would never have another woman, not while I was around, I vowed to myself.

We kissed and kissed. I wanted to kiss the man forever and never stop. He tasted so good.

His hardness brushed against my leg, and tingles ran through me. I reached down and wrapped my hand around his large cock, a soft moan escaping his lips as he ended the kiss. I ran my fingers up and down, feeling him out, his girth, what he felt like in my hand. I played with the tip, spreading the pre-cum around. I stroked harder, faster, his breath increasing, and then I stopped without warning.

“Wha- don’t stop, sugar.” Hutch growled.

“I want to ride you.” I demanded, courage coming from somewhere inside. I had no idea where.

“Fuck, can you get any hotter?” Hutch grunted as he flipped us over. I straddled his waist, resting my knees on either side of him. His cock rested against his body, up his belly, and I took a moment to look at it, to admire it. I leaned down and kissed the tip.

I swirled my tongue around the top, and Hutch nearly bucked off the bed. “Just a little tease.” I said before kissing his cock once more, then his belly, then his chest, and finally his mouth. I positioned myself above him, grabbing the bottom of his cock with one hand. I lowered myself as I guided his dick along my seam, rubbing it against my clit and wet hole.

Hutch’s head fell back against the pillow as he groaned. “You little vixen. I love how you tease me.”

“I’ve thought of this for so long. I want to savor the moment.” I admitted as I continued to torture us, rubbing his cock all over my clit.

When I lowered myself onto him, my breath hitched in my throat, his girth spreading me wide open.

Fuck, he was big.

I inhaled through my nose, blew out through my mouth, as I took more of him in. My pussy spread for him, soaking wet and sucking his cock right in.

And then I rode him like I dreamed of the night before. I rested my hands on his chest and used my knees to move back and forth, up and down, twerking my ass all over his dick. Hutch grabbed my ass cheeks, squeezing and smacking them, before spreading the cheeks wide open. I didn’t stop chasing my orgasm, my clit perfectly hitting his pubic bone, building higher and higher and higher.

His hands moved between my breasts and ass, slapping and squeezing, his hips thrusting upwards as he drilled into me.

Suddenly, my body tensed and my orgasm ripped through me, stronger than the last, my limbs convulsing as waves of pleasure tore through me. Like a cannonball explosion, one right after the other, hit me sideways as Hutch continued to thrust into me.

I collapsed onto his chest and rolled us over again, putting himself on top and sliding in so deep, I cried out. His balls smacked my pussy as he began fucking me hard, in and out, again and again, my legs shaking as another orgasm hit me.

The scent of sex filled the room, and soon Hutch found his release, his groans and moans echoing around his cabin.

We both clung to each other, sweaty and out of breath, buzzing with energy while zapped of it all at once.

“Wow,” I mumbled, the only word I could manage.

“Wow,” Hutch repeated. “That was…that was…something else.”

“Passion.”

“Lots of it.”

“Is it possible I worked up an appetite?”

He chuckled. “Are you hungry? There’s half a pizza left.”

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” I leaned up on one elbow and looked at his handsome face.

“Pizza or Chinese. Either goes a long way.”