Rob’s big hands cradle me as he lays us both down on the soft rug in front of the fireplace.
It’s not on right now, and that’s fine. It is Spring after all, but I can almost picture us here on another night with it glowing.
Sunshine is spilling in from the windows, and I moan as his lips coast along my breasts, my belly, and my hips.
“Gods, you’re so damn pretty. I love the fact you're natural here, not shaved or waxed bare,” he murmurs and drops a kiss on my pussy before lifting his gaze to mine.
The glow in his eyes tells me he means it. I lick my lips, and he presses my thighs, making room for his broad shoulders.
I used to worry about my appearance a whole lot. Used to fret over my dimples and stretch marks, my lack of love for waxing and shaving those parts of me only a very privileged few have ever seen.
But Rob has seen all of me, and he makes me feel beautiful. Loved. Worshipped.
“So pretty,” he growls and takes a long lick of my sex from my asshole to my clit.
I gasp, holding on to his thick, glossy hair as he continues to use his tongue and lips—and oh my fuck, is that a fang?
My inner Sow rises up—the Bear in me is so ready for his dominance display it isn’t even funny.
“That’s it, Cookie. Soak this slit for me. Get nice and wet so I can claim you good. So I can give you my mark and fill you with my cum,” he growls, and I can’t help myself.
I do.
Fluid rushes between my thighs, and Rob growls as he pushes two thick digits into my sheath, curling them just right so he finds my G-spot unerringly.
It’s almost embarrassing how ready I am for him. How quickly I’m going to come.
But I’m not embarrassed. I feel proud. Sexy. So damn hot and needy for him.
He growls against my clit, pumps those fingers in and out—once, twice—and that’s it. I go off like a rocket.
Rob moves swiftly, rolling me over so I’m on all fours. He lifts my hips, presses down on my back.
“Ready, Cookie?”
I make a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan as he fills me in one hard, deep thrust.
Then he cages me in and pounds into me—and it’s so good. So fucking perfect.
“So tight. So fucking hot,” he growls, and I feel his warm breath against my ear—on my neck as he licks and kisses this one spot over and over again—and I know that’s it.
The place he’ll mark me.
Anticipation blossoms inside of me and a familiar tightness warms my belly. He reaches around my belly, finding my clit with his fingers.
“Rob! Oh Gods,” I moan as he slides them through my slick and rubs my tight little nubbin in unforgiving circles.
He pumps harder, fucking me in long strokes, hitting that perfect spot each time.
“That’s it, Cookie. Squeeze my cock. Come for me. Show me you’re mine,” he commands.
And just as my thoughts begin to scatter—too many feelings, too much everything—he moves.
Not fast.
Not rough.
But inevitable.
