Their Love Nest

5. Bear

FIVE

That day wasa whole load of nothing. We were missing the nails and screws we needed, so we spent most of it driving off to the local hardware store to try to find some. We couldn’t, so we had to go to the next town to find what we were looking for.

We were committed to not rushing it. Good things take time.

Even if my relationship with the woman sitting next to me seemed to damn near spring up out of nowhere.

“You all right there, Char?” We were heading back to the Love Nest after a hard day”s work. Char seems like she has something on her mind, and it”s bothering me enough that I want to find out what.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking about things.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Just worrying you’re too perfect is all.”

I cackle. “I’m not perfect. I’m far from it.”

“And how are you not?”

I nod, thinking. “I’m not much of a cook. I can’t give up meat, and there’s a lot of people who would judge me for that. I’m kind of messy.”

“Your cabin was fine when I went in it.”

“Yeah, because the stars aligned, and you came over the day after I decided to get off my ass and clean up. If I didn’t do that, I would have hesitated to offer.” Just got tired of all the crumbs and dust everywhere. Knew I should have dealt with it before the summer if I didn’t want to deal with ants. Char’s situation was dire enough that I probably would have invited her anyway.

But nothing wrong with making a better first impression.

“I probably didn’t call my mother enough when she was still alive,” I add, trying hard to think of my various sins and failures.

Char sighs. “I guessed she had passed when you mentioned you inherited the Love Nest.”

“A few years ago. Breast cancer. And she had struggled with a lot of demons before that. I can only hope she’s at peace now.”

Char’s eyes close, and I realize I may have revealed too much. She didn’t ask about my mothers problems, and I went and told her about them anyway.

“Your parents divorced, you said?”

I nod. I turn the car into my cabin’s driveway. “A nasty one. Lots of legal stuff. But it was just my dad dragging things out really. It was pretty clear he cheated on her. Lots of awful words.”

“I’m so sorry she went through that.”

“She told me she wishes she never got married. She wishes that she never allowed herself to be so open to be hurt like that. I’ve always hated my father for doing that to her.”

“And I’m guessing you’re not having a swell relationship with him?”

“Don’t even know if he’s alive, honestly.” I stroke my chin. “Probably? He should be in his sixties now, so odds are that he hasn’t kicked the bucket yet. Are you going to suggest I go seek him out or something and forgive him?”

We step out of the truck. “Hardly. I understand distancing yourself from your family.”

“Good, because as far as I’m concerned, my father died when he stabbed my mother in the back.”

“I had to get away from a controlling mother myself. Wouldn’t let me live my life and tried to decide everything for me. I was twenty-two years old, and she was trying to forbid me from seeing certain boys.”

“Oh, that kind of mother, huh?”

“Well, in her defense, those boys did end up being trash, but it was my decision which kind of trash I wanted to be with.”

More laughter. “As is every young adult’s right.”

We head into the cabin, me behind Char as we walk. I never want to hurt her like my dad hurt my mom. I’ve never been unfaithful in my life, but I know there’s more ways to hurt someone in a relationship than simply infidelity. Infidelity is just the quickest way to do it.

“Enough about the past,” I say, kicking off my boots and letting out a relieved groan. “It’s in the past, you know. We don’t have to deal with it anymore.”

“Just the future and whatever it holds.”

We reach the kitchen table, and I swing around to embrace her from behind. “What’s the future hold for you, Char? That diner couldn’t have been where you were planning to spend the rest of your life.”

Her eyes drift off to the ceiling as she’s lost in thought. “I kinda wish I could do more with sewing and tailoring and the like. Fixing clothes, simple designs and all that. I like the joy that it brings people.”

“You got a talent for it. I can say that much.”

“One of the jobs I applied for in desperation was at a fancy boutique downtown. I never heard back from them, so I figure they had standards too high for me to meet.”

“Lot of jobs are about who you know. It probably went to the manager’s brother’s cousin”s son’s former roommate. I wouldn’t beat yourself up over not getting something like that.”

“I’m not. I’d be the world champion at self-loathing if I beat myself up over every job I didn’t get. Just that it would have been nice.”

“You’ll find something you enjoy. You’re brighter than you know, Char. More talented too.”

“Do you really think so?”

I spin her in my arms, looking into those gorgeous eyes of hers. “I know so.”

My lips meet hers, and it feels like fate, like destiny to have her here with me. We read one another so well. I hoist her up onto the kitchen table. She’s wearing this modest little skirt today, and it looks sexy as hell on her, as does everything. I run my hand down her body, enjoying every sinful curve of hers. My kisses leave her lips and start raining down her body, hearing her gasp. My other hand travels up her hips and under her skirt.

“Today I want to taste you, babe,” I whisper to her. “Let me devour you.”

“Oh,” she says, a devilish grin on her face. “Eat me up, then, you big bear you.”

I shake my head, amused at how damn cute she is. I pull her panties down her legs, exposing that beautiful slit of hers. I lick my lips as I kneel down to meet it, draping her skirt over my head. I kiss her on the clit, feeling her shudder against me, her hands going to my hair, ruffling it up through the fabric of her skirt.

My tongue laps at her juices, poking around her wetness, exploring the perimeter of her beautiful self. She’s so sweet, so addicting, and there is a never-ending flow from her that I’m going to happily lap up.

I push my tongue inside her, and start to massage her walls with a steady rhythm, all the while my hands explore her body. Rubbing up against her ass, her hips, her sides, working my way up to her tits. I hear her moan softly, and I keep up the pressure, bringing back one set of fingers to massage her clit as I continue to devour her.

Faster I go, wanting to keep her moaning for me, to keep her singing for me. She’s trembling beneath me, writhing. Her legs close around my shoulders, not wanting me to stop, not knowing that I will never stop pleasing her.

Lick, suck, lick, a twisting tongue into her, she moans and coos for me. She’s tossing and turning, and I’m steadily learning how to please her. I want to know everything about her..

Harder, faster, more intense my licks are. Her calves cramping my neck, holding me closer, urging me to give her my all. Her voice echoes throughout the room, her body lifting off the table as her back arches. She’s so damn close to coming for me, and I want nothing more than for that to happen. I keep licking her with a steady rhythm but increase the desire best I can manage.

When she comes, I know it. Not just from her voice turning into an alluring whimper, but from how she’s damn near strangling me with her legs, how her pussy clamps down on my tongue.

She lies on the table, panting: a breathtakingly beautiful woman in front of me. I stand up, licking my lips, proud of a job well done.

“Goddamn, where’d you learn to eat pussy so good?”

“I don’t know. Common sense? Reading your signals?” I stroke my chin. “Maybe a little of it is from watching porn back in the day to make sure I didn’t screw up when it was showtime?”

She laughs, and throws a hand towel that happens to be nearby at me. I wipe my face but look down at her deviously. She cocks an eyebrow. “We’re not done, are we?”

“What could possibly give you that idea, babe?”

“You seem like the kind of guy who would eat pussy, and expect nothing in return.”

“I am, but I’m still at the point if I just see you, I get raging hard, and I think we’d both enjoy it if I took care of that.”

She nods. “Yes. That does seem uncomfortable. Let me help you with that, Bear.”

Char starts to push herself up. I gently place a hand on her chest, and shake my head. “As much as I’d love for you to return the favor, I need to be inside you, Char. I need to feel you all around me.”

She smiles softly. “I ain’t going to fight you on this, Bear.”

“I didn’t think you’d take much convincing.” I start undoing the buttons of my shirt, ready to have been rid of it five minutes ago. My jeans follow suit, my boxers going with them. Soon I’m naked as she is, and all is right in the world. I cover her body with mine, and my lips meet with hers. The kiss is as electrically orgasmic as it ever was before. I just can’t get enough of her. I bring a hand between our legs, rubbing her sex, feeling that it’s still wet and ready for me, which isn’t surprising, given how well I got her off.

She shoots me her sexiest come hither look, and I bring myself to her slit, before teasing her a bit by rubbing my cock head up and down against it. She coos, being sadly deprived of me for just a bit longer.

Finally, I give her what both she and I want, as I push myself into her. Fuck, she’s so tight, so amazing. It takes everything in my willpower to not just come immediately when I’m inside her. But somehow I hold it together. I must have some sort of iron discipline I never knew I had.

All the way inside, and I’m in heaven. I feel her shudder and hear her coo, and it gives me the strength to push forward. Those beginning strokes are the toughest before I settle into a lovely rhythm. Seeing the ecstasy I’m stirring in her is the most powerful drug on the planet, and it drives me to her more and more, harder and harder, ever so prescient to make sure I don’t step over the line, hurting her.

She wraps her arms around my shoulders, us continuing to kiss, her holding on. I hook her legs, and start to take her deeper, hearing her swoon with need for me as I push her harder. Faster.

I feel all of her as she feels my entirety. Our bodies are entwined in complete lust and need for one another. Every stroke brings me to a new level of pleasure, and I can only hope she feels the same or even better. It’s more than just her body. The way she squirms, the way she looks at me, the way she touches me. It all comes together to make me truly feel like a real man’s man. More than that, her man.

Our efforts and our energy build to something greater. She’s tossing and turning, her fingernails clawing at my back, her begging for more in varying levels of coherency. It’s a rush, and when I feel her come, when I feel her entire body spasm and shudder, fuck, does it feel so damn good. Her pussy squeezing my cock, urging me, using me, demanding everything of me.

She’s just too good. Too great.

And I have to give her everything.

All of my cum, my seed, my essence. She drains me so damn completely. I feel myself empty every drip that my balls have into her. She’s too damn good at this.

I feel I could never be without her.

Together, we’re a panting mess—an extremely satisfied mess. We share another brief set of kisses, but are left with only loving smiles as we stare into the eyes of the other.

God, she’s so beautiful. I’m filled with a desire to make her mine. Truly mine.

And despite the sheer goodness she brings to my life?

That thought absolutely terrifies me.