29. Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Bear
“ T ell me what you like.” Our gazes still locked, I see the confusion in the slant of her brows and the way her eyes search out mine.
“What do you mean?” Her honesty makes me happy. It soothes the deepest parts of me. “I like touching you.”
“Hmm, Baby Girl, you can touch me anytime, anywhere, but that’s not my question. I wanna know what makes you feel good,” I whisper against her mouth, my lips grazing hers like a small prayer.
“I don’t know. I’ve never felt good before. Well, except when you kiss me, that’s definit—” Pulling her head back, I angle her mouth so I can cut off her words with one of the kisses that make her feel good. If I have one job in my life, it’ll be this one. Pleasing her. Pleasuring her. Making her feel like she’s the only thing that matters.
With one hand pressed against her ass, I pull her impossibly closer. I’m aware that it makes it difficult for her to touch my cock but that’s not the point. No one can go through life without knowing what sexual pleasure is all about. The fact that she doesn’t know it means they never allowed it and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to get up and punch a wall… or ten. Ideally, I want to kill the motherfuckers who hurt her all over again.
One of my thighs slides between her legs and the full-body shiver that overcomes me is the direct result of her moaning into my mouth. We’re perfect together and I can’t wait for her to find out.
“Oh, that’s…” I do it again until I feel her wetness seeping through her leggings and dampening my skin. It’s not enough, I need more.
“I’mma need you to take those off, Baby Girl. I wanna feel your cum on my skin.” My crude words could be a trigger for her, but it’s time to start the healing process. I want to build new memories that will incinerate all of her traumatic ones to ashes, blowing in the proverbial wind.
“Okay.” With lightning speed, she shimmies out of her clothes, taking the initiative to get rid of the shirt—my shirt—as well. I make a mental note to remind her how much I love knowing she’s wearing me all damn day. But right now, I have more important lessons to teach her.
My gaze travels from her lips to her neck, pulling back just enough to take in the rest of her. Her scars make her real, somehow. Some of them will have faded while others will remain, and I will make sure she’s never ashamed of them. These scars brought her to me, they tell the story of her and how she survived. Who the fuck needs superheroes when you’ve got Athena, goddess of war, fighting her own battles and slaying her demons.
“I can’t make them go away.” My gaze shoots back up to her eyes, expecting to find sadness or shame. Instead, I’m met with resilience. She’s not apologizing for her scars, she’s telling me that either I accept them or I move on. I don’t mean to, but my tongue tsks against my front teeth like I’m scolding her for even thinking this shit.
“I don’t want you to. Wear them proudly. You went to war and you won.” My hand palms her ass cheek and my fingers dig into her flesh, knowing she doesn’t have any injuries there. “I want you, Athena. Scars and all.”
“Well, I guess you could show me about that pleasure now.” She’s getting bolder by the minute and it’s beautiful to watch.
Leaning back, I shed the remainder of my clothing, chucking them behind me without a second thought. We are skin to skin, the heat from her body fueling my hunger for her. I don’t think I could ever get enough of this, of her.
As her breaths get shallower, my dick gets harder, pressing firmly against her stomach and begging to be touched.
But this isn’t about me. My sweet, resilient Athena is the star of this show and I’m about to blow her mind.
Flipping us over with a jerk of my hips, I lift her by the hips and place her pussy directly onto my face, inhaling the sweet, tangy scent of her like an obsessed madman.
“Oh gods, Bear. What are you do—” I cut off her protests as my mouth slides against her pussy lips, soaked with her cum and teasing my sanity with her scent. In an instant, she’s putty in my hands.
“Hold on to the headboard, Baby Girl. I’m about to show you what it means to be loved by me.”
I know what I just said, but now’s not the time to analyze any of that. Now is the time to give my girl her very first orgasm. First of many to come.
Athena does as I ask, leaning slightly over my head as she tries to hold herself back. I’m having none of that. When I’m eating her pussy, she will let go of every other thought.
Careful not to hurt her, I run my hands up her back and over her shoulders, using them to press her deeper into my mouth. The hitch of her breath and the long, drawn-out moan only encourage me to do better, give her more. My tongue delves deep inside her, coaxing her pleasure from her pussy, sucking her wetness out and coating my lips with it.
She tastes like long summer walks after a rainstorm. Like ripe fruit so juicy it runs down your chin at first bite. I can’t get enough of her. In fact, I’m so lost in her, I don’t realize I’ve sat up until I hear her yelp as I flip us upside down so my face is between her thighs and her head is hanging off the end of the bed.
Every moan she gifts me gets higher and higher in pitch, the tell-tale sign that she’s about to blow. Fuck my life, I can’t wait to drink her in.
Grabbing her ankles, I urge her to wrap them around my head and squeeze. Like this, we don’t need words, we understand each other, we know how to communicate with a look or a touch.
With her thighs pressing against my neck, I devour her. One hand holding her knee, the other tweaking her nipple until she puts her hand on mine and pinches it, showing me what she wants.
My eyes spring open, watching as she shows me what gives her pleasure. In this state, she has no intrusive thoughts about what she should and shouldn’t be doing. In these blank moments, the only voice she has in her head is mine telling her to show me what she likes.
I follow her lead, taking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching harder and harder until her back arches and her pussy squeezes my tongue like the ultimate pilates.
Yeah, I’m gonna love making her come, over and over again until her orgasms are the only thing she knows exists.
“Oh… I… what is… happening?” That’s my cue. Her body is trembling as she slaps her hands on the bed and fists the sheets until her knuckles are white. I’m watching every single one of her reactions, drinking them in, memorizing them for later, for another night, for… forever.
Pulling my tongue back, I suck on her clit just as my middle finger slides inside with ease, curling deep in her cunt at just the perfect spot.
She screams and my body reacts in an instant. My balls tighten and my dick throbs with the need to fuck. Still, I can’t, not yet.
I keep sucking, adding a second finger and fucking her gently enough not to hurt her but hard enough to make her crazy. She’s beautiful on any given day, but right now, with her hair fanned out and her chest arched off the bed while she comes in my mouth? She’s mesmerizing. A true goddess in name and spirit.
“I can’t, oh gods, I can’t. Stop.” As if it were a switch, I back off in a nanosecond, lips drenched in her cum and eyes barely focused from the need to fuck her silly. “Bear?”
She’s panting, splotches of red covering her body like she was just exposed to the summer sun.
“Yeah, Baby Girl?” With a tentative hand, I rub soothing circles on her knee when she raises it off the bed.
“Why did you stop?” I blink, thinking I imagined her order.
“‘Cause you told me to.” I lean in and place a gentle kiss on her knee, my eyes fixed on her flushed face. I did that. I gave her pleasure like never before.
“I didn’t mean it literally.” She can barely speak but I understand her perfectly well.
“Baby Girl, I don’t play with them words. You say stop, that’s an immediate hands off for me.” My tone may be a bit chastising, but we need to be clear going forward. She can’t be saying things that make me stop in my tracks if she doesn’t mean them. “How about this?”
“How about what?”
Laying my entire body over hers as I keep my weight on my forearms to either side of her head, I grin, showing all of my teeth.
“We get you a safeword. That way when it gets to be too much, you say the word and I’ll know you’re not playin’.” I lick her lips and trap her bottom one with my teeth with gentle pulls.
“A safeword?” There she goes being confused again.
“Yeah. Let’s call it a magic word that stops whatever we’re doing.”
“Any word I want?” I grin at her question and nod.
“Any word you want.”
“Hmm, how about…” She looks away, thinking, and I know she’s found the right word when she snorts out a tiny laugh. “Goldilocks.”
I can’t help it, I throw my head back and laugh. It’s big and it’s loud but she just threw me a left curve and I fucking love it.
“Where the fuck did you get that word?” I know for a fact, she did not have access to all the stories we were told as children.
“Mac was reading to Gryffin. I guess you’re my big Papa Bear.” Her giggle makes her sound like she’s ten years younger.
“That would make you my perfect Mama Bear then?” Just as I say the words, the idea of us having a Baby Bear has my dick coming back to life.
“I’d love that.” This time, she makes the first move, palming the back of my shaved head and pulling me to her. “Brock?” Oh, fuck my life. She just called me by my first name. It fucking does things to me.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I want to feel you inside me. I really want to know what it feels like to be loved.” Pressing my forehead to hers, I thank God for bringing her into my life.
“I gotta ask, though. You on birth control that you know of?” I’m searching her eyes for confusion but there is none.
“The club doc couldn’t tell me. He said something about an implant but couldn’t find one.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
“Okay, let’s do it this way. Until you know for sure, we’re playing it safe.” I jump up and off the bed, heading straight for the bedside table, where I open the drawer and pull out a box of condoms.
Knowing her eyes are on me, watching me move about the room, has my chest puffing out with pride. When she scoots back up the bed, laying her head on the pillow, I straddle her hips and grab my dick, stroking it a couple of times while she watches.
“What do you like?” She throws my question back at me and it makes me grin. This woman is something else. So, I’m honest with her, all the while sheathing my dick with a condom, teaching her my preferences so we can both give to each other.
“I like it tight, especially at the base.” I show her, circling my fingers around the base of my shaft and squeezing. It’s like delayed satisfaction, forcing my body to bring it down a notch.
With a tentative hand, she reaches up and presses the pad of her finger against the slit of my dick. It’s a good thing I’m strangling my cock right now, or else I’d come all over her with that soft touch alone. No doubt, it would be ten times worse without a condom.
“What about here?” The touch of her finger is whisper-soft down the small slit of my dick, but the sensation it gives me is huge.
“Fuck, Athena. Keep doin’ that and I won’t be able to control myself.” The only reason I notice the spark in her eyes is because I’m staring straight at her.
Oh, my naughty little goddess.
“What if I don’t want you to control yourself?” Nope. Not happenin’. Not losing myself to this… “What if I want you to give me everything you’ve got?” And put a fork in me, I’m fucking done over here.
With a growl that I didn’t know I was capable of making, I pounce, my body aligned with hers and my hands gripping her hair at the back of her head. “Careful what you ask for, Baby Girl.” My dick is sheathed and ready to play as it slides over her wet pussy lips without sinking inside her.
“I’m not asking, Brock. I’m begging. Please… make me yours.” Did I say I was done before? Yeah, no. That was before she pierced my heart with her words then stitched me right back together.
“Spoiler alert, Baby Girl. You’re already mine.” With those words, I rear my hips back and slowly, oh so fucking slowly, push my cock inside her pussy, her thighs spread wide to give me the space I need to make her feel like the woman she was never given the chance to be.
“Oh, God. Oh…” She ends on a gasp just as I bottom out, pausing any movements to avoid blowing my load within seconds.
“Fucking Christ, Athena. Your pussy, tight like a glove.” My words are whispered, in awe of our perfect fit.
“You’re so thick, it’s like you’re touching every inch of me.”
“That’s because I am.” I grin, my ego getting a pretty fucking thorough stroke. “You ready? Remember, if it’s too much, use your safeword.”
“I’m so fucking ready!” Her eyes widen at the use of the curse word but it just turns me on even more.
Pulling my hips back, I start thrusting, slow and steady at first, until her heels dig into my ass cheeks and I know she needs more.
Kissing her deeply, I fuck both her cunt and her mouth in tandem. It all feels so fucking natural, like we were made for each other. In and out, I build up her pleasure all over again as her walls squeeze my cock and her tongue battles with mine.
When I know she’s adjusted to my cock, I kneel on the bed and take her with me, her legs wrapped around my waist as I impale her over and over again. In this position, I have no doubts that she can feel the totality of my length going as deep as possible.
“I feel so full, it’s wonderful.”
Humming in her ear as I appreciate her words, my thrusts get shorter, more fervent. I have a deep-seated need to fuck her raw, but I have to be careful. I have to protect her from our lust. It’s fucking hard, though, that’s for damn sure.
“Hang on, Baby Girl.” Bringing her body back down on the bed, I piston in and out of her pussy like a man lost in ecstasy. Her entire body is wrapped around me as I hit that sweet spot over and over again, making sure she’s close again.
“There’s that feeling again… it’s… oh gods, there’s… Oh, Bear!” She cries out just as her cunt milks my dick with the spasms of her orgasm.
I can’t wait, I fucking lose it. My cum explodes inside the condom in thick ribbons of my seed.
The feeling is so close to my very first time, it’s embarrassing. And at the same time, it’s fucking perfect.
Spent, we lie there for minutes breathing each other in, panting from the exertion.
“Don’t move,” I whisper, slowly pulling out and making sure I keep the base of the condom pressed against my dick.
Once I’m off the bed, I lean in and place a soft kiss on her knee, my eyes on her flushed skin. It’s quickly becoming my favorite color on her. Then I wink and head for the bathroom, where I throw away my condom and let the hot water run. Taking out a clean hand towel from under the sink, I soak it then wring it out.
When I return to the bed, she’s still there, spent and stunning, with her legs still spread like she’s waiting for me.
With one knee pressed to the bed, I wipe her down, careful not to hurt her, and revel in the sound of her sigh. She’s like a satisfied little kitten and the pride that expands my chest is a feeling like I’ve never felt before.
After what just happened, I have a feeling we’ll be spending a fuck ton of time in my bed, and I’m okay with that.