CHAPTER SIX #2
I would’ve chosen the older bear who fed me but Lero knew his family better than I did.
With the half-eaten chicken carcass still in the pan on the counter I pulled him into my arms again.
We kissed for a few short moments before Lero pulled me down the hall and into his bedroom.
It was the first time I’d been in the room.
It was tidy and smelled more like Lero and his sweet arousal than any other room in the house.
It seemed my mate had found many ways to enjoy the single life.
The scent of his past pleasures brought a growl from me as our lips crashed together again. I could’ve kissed him forever.
Lero fell onto his bed, taking me with him. The mattress trembled, but the frame held. Would it do so well if I were solid? I shook the thought from my head as my bear nuzzled against the inside of my ribs trying a more gentle approach to reach Lero’s bear.
I rolled us over so that Lero was on top of me and ran my hands up and down his back as his tongue twirled around mine.
I caressed down his back to his ass and squeezed the round, fleshy globes.
He ground forward, hard and slick, and I needed to touch more of him.
As if he read my thoughts, Lero sat up and pulled his shirt off over his head.
It was winter but his skin still looked sunkissed.
He was broad shouldered and had muscles I could trace between like most bears.
He had some winter pudge on his side, hips, and thighs but fuck, that was hot.
Something to grab onto, something to caress or bite.
My heart thudded against ribs that weren’t solid.
Lero grabbed one of my hands and ran it over his chest and stomach.
When he let go of it, I moved back up to his nipples, hard and pink.
He ground down against my throbbing cock as I played with one and then the other, enjoying the way his eyebrows knitted together when something felt good for him.
I kept playing with them even as he leaned down to kiss me again.
This time his warm, giving mouth didn’t stay on mine.
He kissed down to my neck and bit me. With all his kissing and sucking, I was pretty sure, my soul would have a hickey when he was done with me.
He kissed lower, trailing down my chest and stomach.
His fingers ran through my chest hair. My astral form was always shirtless as if I couldn’t be bothered with materializing something else.
He moved to undo my fly and my pants disappeared.
I blinked, surprised myself. Lero laughed and I pulled him back up for another long kiss because keeping my mouth off him was impossible.
He kissed his way back down my torso, leaving behind a scorching trail of desire.
The phantom of his lips lingered even as he licked and kissed his way down to my dick.
Lero pressed my thighs apart and settled on his stomach in between them.
He grinned up at me like the cat who ate every canary to save them from going into the coal mine.
He kissed up and down my shaft, smothering my cock in kisses and little licks, that made my fists close around the blankets.
All the little sensations battled it out in my brain until they morphed together into a fluttering ecstasy of touch.
Until Lero, I hadn’t been touched by another person in over two years.
Two years locked in that coffin under the dirt.
Two years of no company and not even a passing brush against another living being.
Now his soft kisses were almost enough to undo me.
I ran my fingers through his thick, soft hair, and tried to focus on watching his mouth.
I wanted to draw this moment out and not cum in two seconds like some inexperienced cub trying to be intimate for the first time.
Still, his warm, giving mouth was bound to be my undoing.
As soon as he braced on one elbow and took my shaft in one of his big, warm hands I nearly came apart at the seams. My breath came in heaves and hitches as his mouth slid down over me.
It didn’t take much – it’d been too long.
As soon as his tongue pressed flat against the head of my cock all bets were off.
I came in warm, sticky streams. His eyes lit up with surprise and then delight and then he was gone.
No wait! That was me. I was gone again. Gone into the abyss that was my body buried under the soil that rained down on me.
Was cumming too much energy? Did the excitement of it all jerk me back into my body?
I curled my fingers into fists ready to punch the wood, but bloodying my knuckles wouldn’t free me and would consume more energy, making the stretch of time between now and when I saw Lero again even longer.
I growled in frustration, wasting some of that precious energy I tried to conserve.
My bear headbutted my ribs but there wasn’t enough room for him to shift down here in my grave.