I need to move if I’m going to remove the offending item, but as I do he puts his hands over mine, stopping me in my tracks.
“Never mind, keep them on. I’ll find a way around them.” The grin he gives me is feral and makes my breath catch in my throat.
I’m so desperate for him, and I know that he’s stretching this out on purpose, edging me, making me want more. It’s working. At this point, I would probably do anything that he asked for. Nodding jerkily, I put my hands back on his shoulders and lean down to kiss his neck. I need something to do, something to focus on while his fingers trace over the shape of my mound through the lace, putting pressure in all the right places. Something about it turns me on even more, but I can’t placemy finger on why. The lace of the underwear adds an additional texture, awakening my clit as he moves around it in slow circles.
I kiss against his neck, sucking at the pulse point and biting down on the skin. Not enough to draw blood, but an expression of my carnal passion for him, and how much I need him. It feels like a lifetime, but his fingers finally slip underneath the lace, coming into contact with my wet heat. If I believed in a god, I would be singing their praises, his touch like an answered prayer. Skimming the edges of my cunt, an exploring finger slips in. Not for long, teasing me with what’s to come.
“You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever known.”
His words are whispered, but that doesn’t take away from the intensity of his voice. As if to punctuate his words, he slides that finger back inside me, not just the tip, but the whole thing. My pussy clenches, as though trying to keep it there, needing more.
“It’s more than what’s on the outside, though.” He pulls back his finger, and before I can fully feel its loss, he adds a second one as he speaks. “Your beauty shines from within.” With each sentence, his hand moves, giving me pleasure with every compliment. “You’re kind, ambitious, and you think the best of everyone.”
If he was just saying this to me in conversation, then I’d probably just write it off as him sweet-talking me. However, with the way he looks at me, and how he’s gives me pleasure without receiving any of his own, he makes me believe. He makes me feeltrulybeautiful. With all of this combined, I feel able to fully enjoy this moment and let go of the insecurities I carry around with me on a daily basis. I can feel myself changing, evolving within, and there’s something incredibly sexy about that.
Allowing my body to move, and simply feel, I realise that with the position we’re in, I’m almost riding his fingers, my hips rocking each time he thrusts inside me. From the corner of my eye, I spot his other hand moving, sliding between usand before I can fully process, his thumb is against my clit, his movements in sync with his words. My pleasure starts to build, the culmination of his physical actions and whispered words coming together and truly showing me just how he feels.
“I want to be on my knees before you every day, treating you like the queen you are.”
Holy soufflé.If I wasn’t about to climax, his words would probably make me cry. In fact, they might make me do both. Such sweet, dirty fucking words.
“This is how you deserve to be treated, and I won’t hear a word about it any other way,” he whispers against my ear, and punctuates his words by gently biting on my lobe. My response is instant and dramatic, as a keening, desperate noise tries to escape me.
I need more. When I reach my peak, I want it to be because he’s inside me. This moment isn’t just about having an orgasm and getting pleasure. There’s a desperate, primal part of me that needs to solidify my bond with Bear in the way only sex can do. Emotionally and physically, on a soul-deep level, this is a step I have to take. I realise now that this is why I had to wait until I was ready, as sex means more to me than just fucking. It creates a connection between two souls that cannot easily be broken.
“Take me,” I beg, not caring if I sound desperate as I continue to move against his hand. “Show me how much you need me.”
“Holly,” Bear groans, sounding tortured, pulling back to look into my face and searching for signs of whether this is being said out of arousal or honest intent. “What happen to waiting?”
This is probably the last thing that he wants to be asking right now, the twitch of his hard cock against me confirming my suspicion. However, this is Bear. He may think that I go out of my way to help others, but there is no comparison to how he cares for those around him. He would never rush me.
“I’m ready.” I attempt to keep my voice steady and even, to assure him that I mean what I say, except I gasp as I speak, ruining the effect. He may be worried that I’m making a decision in the heat of the moment, but I knew from the moment they came to me in the bakery two weeks ago that it was all leading to this. There’s no point waiting any longer; it would only be delaying what we all want and need. I know that Clay will understand, as he has already felt the strength of our connection after we fucked in his office.
Bear stares up at me, searching my face. I don’t know whether I should be saying anything more, but I feel like giving him any more assurance would just push this in the other direction. So, I bite my lip and attempt to keep myself still despite the fingers that are still inside me.
A slow, masculine smile pulls at his lips. “I am going to worship you.”
This is all the warning I get before the world spins around me. Suddenly, the sofa cushions are beneath me and I’m staring up at him, as in one smooth move, he flips us so I’m now beneath him. My skirt and underwear are gone before I can even register getting undressed, the air in the room feeling slightly cool against my hot pussy.
His knees are either side of me, keeping me in place on the sofa as he kneels over me. Hands moving to his body, he removes his shirt and, finally, after what feels like a lifetime, he pushes down his shorts and his cock springs free.
Holy soufflé.My mouth waters and I want nothing more than to touch it, to feel it. I lick my lips and it gives me an idea. I want to taste it as well. Not allowing myself to hold back any longer, I reach out and grasp his dick. The girth alone is enough to make my eyes water, yet for someone built as big as Bear, it’s what you would probably expect. Appreciation draws a small hum from my lips. He’s so hard under my fingers, yetthe skin is so velvety smooth. I slide my hand along the length, increasing the pressure as I reach the base. He groans. Instantly I stop, and jerk my gaze up to see his head tilted back and teeth exposed, gritted together. Did I hurt him? Whenever I’ve done this previously, the results have always been pleasurable, yet I’ve never heard a noise like that. After a second, he looks down at me and I realise he's not in pain, and he's fully enjoying this. Now it's my turn to grin like the Cheshire Cat.
“Oh no,” he chuckles, and pins my hand above my head so I can no longer touch him. “This is about me showing you how much you mean to me.” He leans down and presses a long, tantalising kiss against my lips. “There will be plenty of time to explore each other at another time.”
I’m disappointed not to have his cock in my hand anymore, but his words placate me. “Is that a promise?” Murmuring the words against his lips, I use my free hand to run my fingers over his back, loving the way his muscles feel beneath them.
My arm is jerked away, and quickly joins the other, both now restrained above my head with one of his hands, so as he moves and shifts above me, I can’t quite tell what he’s doing as I am unable to lift my head. There is a touch against me, and I gasp in surprise at the strength of desire that is ripping through me. He’s using his cock to stroke me intimately. I am so fucking ready for him. There is a heavy, dull pressure as he settles against my entrance. Excitement and anticipation course through me, adrenaline making my whole body tingle and my breath come out in fast pants.
“You’re so wet and ready for me,” he groans, his voice somehow much lower than usual. As if to prove his point, I feel him rolling his cock against my entrance and collecting my wetness.
“Bear, please…” my voice trails off as I writhe beneath him, desperate for relief from the throbbing, aching need between mylegs. He needs to stop teasing me and give us what we both need: for him to fuck me and let me feel him stretching my pussy. That’s what I want to say, only my mind is no longer my own. Desire and need have taken over, and I can’t find my words to tell him.
Of course, he already knows. Smiling down at me, he looks smug, fully aware of what he’s doing to me. I wish I had it in me to tease him back, but at this point I am a mass of tingling desire. Regardless of this, I can see the strain in his arms and a tightness in his smile. He’s struggling to hold himself back, and that drives me wild. The corner of my mouth twitches into the ghost of a smile with my own sense of smugness, but quickly shifts into a gasp as he pushes his way into my cunt.
All my thoughts are wiped away by the new sensation. The stretch feels so delicious, almost to the point of pain as my body is forced to adapt to the size of Bear’s cock. He is firm with his movements, his free hand now braced against my hip, and he smoothly eases into me, inch by inch, until he bottoms out inside me. Watching my reaction the whole time, Bear takes what he wants and gives me what he knows I need. If for a second he thought he was causing me pain, I know that he would stop, but releasing my control and letting him take the lead is invigorating in a way I’ve never really understood before.
His body is arched over the top of me as he holds me in place, his hips pistoning and driving his cock deep inside me with each thrust. It should be impossible when I’m already so full, the glorious stretch alone enough to push me over the edge, let alone the shockwaves that rock me each time he hits my G spot.
