I press closer and rest my forehead against his.
“I don’t want you wound tight all the time, constantly worrying about me,” I say softly. “I need you to bring it down a notch and trust that I can take care of myself. I know these people, I know what they’re capable of. You have to trust that I can keep myself safe.”
His big hands settle on my hips, warm and reassuring.
“I don’t need a wall between me and the world,” I murmur. “I need a partner who stands beside me when I choose my path.”
“Then I’m your man, darlin’,” he says before his lips meet mine. My body softens against him, because I truly trust and adore this man with my life.
My hands drift from his chest to his neck, my thumbs brushing along the strong line of his jaw. I trace the shape of his neck just because I like touching him. When our foreheads come together again, I close my eyes and breathe in his scent.
“I love you,” I whisper. “And nothing is ever going to change that.”
His grip tightens at my waist. “Love you too, sweetness,” he murmurs.
We linger there, close enough that we’re breathing the same air and our bodies are pressed together. His lips find mine again. His kisses are slower this time. His tongue delves deeper and I love every second of it. I let myself melt into his touch, knowing being with him will always be amazing.
The kisses continue, making my arousal spike. I can feel the hard bar of his cock pressing against his pants.
I lean back slightly as he busies himself removing my clothing. He has gentle hands for such a big guy but all I can think of is when he slaps my ass while he’s inside me. It makes me hot for him. Sex with Bear is nothing like what I always thought sex would be and all I want is more of it.
Bear runs his hands over my breasts, and we discover that the underside of my breasts is really sensitive. By the time he’s finished touching and sucking on my nipples I’m embarrassingly wet.
“That’s my pretty girl. I like you nice and wet for my thick cock,” he murmurs as he runs two fingers through my wet folds, stopping to circle around my clit.
I gasp, digging my nails into his inked chest. “Bear, please,” I beg.
Glancing up at me, he asks, “Please what? Do you want my mouth right here where my finger is or do you want to ride my thick cock?”
I let out a strangled laugh. “Do you realize you say thick every single time you refer to your cock.”
He gives me a sexy smirk. “Just reminding you of my best feature.”
“All your features are equally amazing but right now I want you inside me.”
“You go on top, so I don’t crush you, alright?”
I shake my head. “I want you on top, so I can look up at your handsome face.”
Bear goes still and his hand stops moving on my clit.
“You trust me not to hurt you?”
“Of course. Don’t suck all the fun out of this by letting your anxieties get to you.” Jerking my chin at him like the brothers do, I say, “Give your woman what she wants.”
A sexy smile jumps onto his face, and one hand settles at my lower back, as he guides me backwards, never taking his eyes off me. When my back hits the mattress, I wrap my legs around him and reach down to place his cock where I want it to be.
He pauses there, looking down at me handling what I’ll readily admit is a very oversized cock. “You sure about this?” he murmurs without taking his eyes off our bodies.
“Yes,” I breathe. “I want you more right now than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.”
I relax back into the mattress with him following. He slowly pushes himself inside my wet core. His cock does feel too big, but there is something about the relentless forward pressure that feels amazing. I look down to watch him slowly fill me, inch by glorious inch, and suddenly I want this to be the rest of my life.
He eventually bottoms out and I feel stuffed full of him. Then he moves and it’s a completely new experience having him on top of me, pulling out and filling me again. My body bows up off the bed because of the pleasure he gives. We’re learning each other all over again in this new position and it’s something I will never get enough of.
I trail my lips along the line of his jaw, over the curve of his cheek, and back to his mouth, savoring the way his breath deepens, the way his hands tighten just slightly at my waist before easing again.
When he lowers his forehead to mine, I close my eyes and let the world shrink to the rhythm of us. His thumb traces a slow path around my clit, adding to the already intense pleasure. I’m caught up in this moment with him, unable to do or think about anything that’s not related to this moment.
