Chapter 39
Arthur has a shockingly fast recovery time.
Maybe that’s a side effect of being a virgin?
Whatever the reason, it means I’m now pinned to the bed, stomach down, by Arthur’s massive bear body as he slowly sinks into me from behind.
“God, Robin.” He growls the words against my right ear, making sure I can hear him loud and clear. “You’re heaven.”
I respond with an inarticulate moan as pleasure chemicals soak my brain.
“I’m crushing you,” he says, levering his upper body off mine.
I whine in protest, “I want you to!” Reaching back, I try to pull the big man down on me again. “Feels good.”
“Won’t feel good when you stop breathing.” Even as he argues with me, Arthur rocks his hips in slow thrusts, letting out a grunt of breath each time he bottoms out.
“Don’t need air. Need smash.” Great. Now, I’m talking like a Neanderthal.
But it’s true. There’s something about being overwhelmed by his body, the mass of him driving me into this surprisingly cushy mattress, that has my pussy clenching.
Arthur makes some low, indiscernible noise in the back of his throat, but in the next moment, he’s lowering himself onto me again.
“If it’s too much, tap out.” Warning rings in his tone, and the commanding version of the normally quiet man gets me even hotter.
“Promise,” I gasp as he buries his cock deep.
“So good,” he rasps. “So fucking perfect.”
Arthur speeds his thrusts, the rhythm almost angry as he pounds into me.
I love every second of it.
And despite having found my climax twice already, I realize I’m fast approaching a third finish line.
How does he do this to me?
His rough fingers aren’t even on my clit, and I’m still moaning and begging beneath him. The pressure of his body bearing down on mine and the way he spears into me, as if his life depends on fucking me hard, are all I need.
I don’t tap out. I dig my fingers into the sheets and sob in pleasure as my body tenses and shudders. My center spasms in a rhythmic pulse that grasps at Arthur’s hardness.
Above me, the man bellows like an animal, and the space between my legs grows scalding hot as he spills into the condom, thrusts now jerky as he empties inside me.
Arthur must maintain some of his mental faculties because when his body goes limp, he makes sure to collapse at my side rather than entomb me in the bed.
I mourn the loss of his heavy weight.
But as I come back to myself after the dose of ecstasy, I frown for a completely different reason.
Every moment of this was amazing. For my body, but also more than that. The connection—being close to Arthur and having his body buried in mine as he crumbled to pieces—was so glorious that I could cry.
But I won’t. Because that would leave me vulnerable when this was something completely different for him.
I know what Arthur said—that this isn’t practice. But I can’t help feeling like it is when he has some other person out there he thinks is his soulmate.
Am I the one he sleeps with to make sure the time with his true love doesn’t suck?
Just like with the kisses.
As the thoughts start to make me panic, Arthur pushes up from the bed, and I turn my head to keep an eye on him. He looms above me in all his naked glory.
He truly is a bear of a man with a thick coating of dark chest hair, and I want to kiss every inch of him.
Arthur bends his neck to keep his head from hitting the top of the van despite its taller-than-normal height. He disposes of the condom in a small trash can.
Then, he stands next to the bed, staring down at me.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“Is that a, Fuck, Robin, you’re so hot?” I ask, forcing a teasing grin past my internal worries.
Please don’t let that be a, Fuck, we shouldn’t have done that.
He drags a hand over his mouth, then down his beard.
“Fuck,” he says. “I still want more.”
My heart and pussy squeeze simultaneously, and I let out a gasp of a breath.
It might leave me sore and exhausted tomorrow, but my thighs spread in invitation at his words.
Arthur mutters more things too low for me to hear as he returns to the bed. But he doesn’t settle in the cradle of my legs. Instead, Arthur stretches out beside me, his warm, bare body flush with mine in the narrow bed. He tugs me tight against his chest, rolling us both so I’m half on top of him. One of his arms stays banded around my back, and the other stretches down so he can palm my ass.
Arthur clutches me close, holding me so I can’t go anywhere without him knowing.
And I think maybe this is two things at once.
Maybe this is him learning how to be a good lover and him having a mind-blowing sexual experience with me.
A temporary one, because we both know that’s what it has to be.
I don’t want to think about the reasons I can’t be with Arthur long-term, so I nuzzle myself into his side, flinging my own claiming hold around his torso.
For now, Arthur is mine.