Chapter 38
Bear
My mouth on her is everything I never dared to dream. The sounds she makes echo in my brain, spurring me on as I suck on her clit. Lick her. Use my fingers on her. In her.
She pulls at my hair and I see stars. I want a galaxy. A million explosions, all fueled by the energy building inside of me, and the wet covering her flesh. The kind that can't be explained by the shower rain falling on us.
"Bear. Bear. Oh my God." She puts one leg over my shoulder and pulls me to her. "I'm so close already."
"Good." I flick at her with my tongue.
"But… I… that is, it would— be—" she moans. "It would be— done— too soon."
"And?" I make circles with my tongue, and enter her with two fingers. "I can do this all night."
"Fuck. Leon."
She trembles. I hook my fingers inside of her and tease her clit with my tongue.
Her shaking spreads up her torso and down her legs, and a sense of victory moves through my chest. I smile against her pussy.
I'm not sure I've earned it— one orgasm isn't enough.
It's a privilege. But I'm a proud man, and this is Pen.
I will take time to slow down. I need to honor every one of these tremors.
No one has been allowed to do this for her in years.
Only me. Because I'm her best friend, and she wants me to.
If I'm on my knees it is in worship. If I'm at her service it's because nothing gives me more pleasure.
I'm meant to be right here, doing this with Pen right now.
Whatever my purpose in life is, this is part of it.
Her orgasm pushes buttons deep inside my brain. I was right to offer to help her with her bucket list. All of it. The way my body responds is proof. I am meant to eat her pussy for hours.
That's why I don't stop, and lick her clit again in long, impatient passes. I need more. I want her to want more.
By the time I get another orgasm out of her, her legs can barely hold her up.
I stand, kiss her, and turn off the water. Her hair is a mess, her make up is smudged, and her lids are heavy. I nibble on her bottom lip to hide another proud smile.
"You look beautiful," I say.
"Yeah?" She gives me a tired smile.
"Like always." I maneuver her hands to my shoulders. "But now I need you to hold on."
"I can't."
"You have to."
"But—"
I hoist her up and carry her out of the shower. She gasps, clings to my neck, and doesn't finish her sentence.
A moment later, I throw her on our bed.
"We can't sleep like this," she says.
"We'll have time to dry up. We're not sleeping yet."
I climb onto the bed, making sure her legs rest on my shoulders.
"Don't you have to wake up early tomorrow?" she mumbles.
"Are you done for the night?" I run a thumb on her panty-covered lips. "Am I doing a poor job?"
"What? No."
"Then why are you thinking of schedules?"
I pull her panties aside and dive into her again.
She moans. "Already forgotten."
She shivers. We're still clothed, and the wet fabric cools down fast. It contrasts with the heat pooling in my belly, and the burning hot, slick flesh under my tongue.
Deep red and swollen and so delicious, I'm getting hooked on it from this one taste.
I don't want it to end. I need to play with this pretty cunt until she taps out.
Eventually, she does. She asks to reciprocate but I decline, needing this night to be only about her and her fantasies.
In the haze of my unfulfilled needs, I've convinced myself it's how I'll remember the new promises I've made.
The ache will imprint in my brain, my body, my heart, until it's impossible for me to forget we're keeping this to her bucket list and nothing else.
Tonight, we fall asleep in each other's arms. Warm and cozy dry and without a need for blankets, we're in such a perfect state. For once, we don't have to worry about what kind of pretenses we'll have to play in the morning, when we wake up tangled up in each other and aroused.
Morning comes too soon. It's still dark but, in my room, that doesn't mean a whole lot. I check my watch, pleased to find it's only been a few hours since I learned how much Pen enjoys my tongue on her. The same kind of feeling spreads through my chest, to find her in my arms again.
My childhood neighbor. My best friend. My wife. There are things she never got to do, and she is letting me do them for her. It's setting me up on a path I didn't expect, but that I must follow.
My eyes close, but not to fall asleep. I have better plans than that. We have some time before I have to tear myself from our nest and drag my feet to a long day of training.
"Mhh," I mutter.
I'm hard again. There's a chance my erection never went away as I slept.
I don't usually edge myself this long. Postponing orgasms isn't my style.
But something in me is still adamant that I don't rush this thing with Pen.
I'll need the time to track every sigh, every sign, every moment, to make sure we don't mess anything up.
And the longer I suffer, the faster I'll learn what this new part of our relationship is meant to be.
It doesn't mean we can't keep doing what we were doing last night.
Like almost every morning, I'm spooning her. I smile. Unlike other times, today I get to do something I've had to stop myself from doing over the last few weeks.
I kiss a spot under her ear. "Pen."
She doesn't move. One of my legs is between hers, and I push it up just a bit.
"Pen."
"Mhhh?"
"Wake up," I whisper.
I caress her shoulder. Kiss it. Smell her neck.
"Bear?"
"I hope you didn't expect someone else."
"Huh?" She turns in my arms somewhat, like in her confusion she needs to make sure.
"Here." I take her hand and put it on my face. "This beard? It's your best friend's beard."
"So many men could have a beard like that," she mumbles.
"No one else made you come at least three times with his mouth in just one session."
"Oh, yeah." Humor appears in her voice. "That small thing that happened last night."
I push my boner against her ass. "You're calling it a small thing? I'm offended."
"Well, it's not like I got to see it in the flesh at all."
She tries to turn around fully, but I stop her.
"You'll get to see it one day."
"One day?!" she whisper-screams. "Damn, Leon Karlsen. I didn't expect it would take us years to get to the things on my list. Isn't twenty years long enough for you?"
I push her to her stomach. "I need to know what's on that list first."
"And why am I on my stomach?"
"Tell me what's on your list." I kiss her shoulder.
I can't see it clearly, but I know she wears the same pink, lacy top from last night, and those black panties I kept on her. With my eyes closed, I allow my hands to study the texture of her clothes, and the soft, lush skin they reveal.
"That doesn't answer why I am on my stomach," she says.
"Because I'll eat you out again as you tell me all about it."
I lean forward. I pull her hair to the side, kiss the skin between her shoulder blades, and go lower, and lower.
"Oh, yeah?" She breathes. "Is that the plan?"
"That's why I woke you up, Penélope."
I pull her top up, revealing more of her back. I run my tongue down her backbone.
"Shit," she whispers.
"That mouth of yours." I bite her ass.
"What about your mouth? You like to use it so much I think Freud would have something to say about it."
With gentle fingers, I caress the back of her thighs.
Her breath stutters. "Or—al. Fix— aahh."
"Doubt Freud would have said it quite like that."
"Fuck’s sake."
I let out a deep chuckle, still tracing lines on her. "Didn't expect you to swear so much."
"I swear in real life." She moans. "All the time."
"Not this much." I slap her thigh twice, before I grab a mix of pillows and comforter. "Ass up."
"Geez, Bear." She gets up on her knees, and I place my makeshift wedge in the right place. "You have to stop being so bossy."
"I would, if you weren't so good at following instructions. Now turn on the lamp. I need to see you as I lick you good morning."
"Leon!" she protests, but doesn't attempt to pull away.
She turns on the lamp instead.
I chuckle and pull her panties down her legs and over my shoulder. With firm hands, I pull her knees apart until I have her pussy in full display.
"Start talking," I say. "My mouth is going to be otherwise occupied, so you go right ahead and list everything you want us to do."
I pull one leg up on the bed, while the other falls to the ground. In this position, I have the leverage that I need. I test it by biting her ass.
Gooseflesh appears on her skin. "Uhm, just like that?"
"Go on." I choose a new patch of skin, this one closer to my end goal, and suck on it.
She hisses. "What if my fantasies are not fun enough?"
I gently lick her slit. Not too deep. She buckles.
Another time, and my tongue goes only slightly deeper. "As long as my beard is covered in your wet by the end of this, I won't mind."
"Holy shit, Leon."
With my elbows firmly on the mattress, I part her wide open. "Ready?"
"Oh my God."
"Oh, no." I lick her clit. Once. "Just your husband."
I dive. Her clit is already slick, and I suck on it.
"Fuck." The word comes out muffled, like she's talking into the pillow.
"Come on, Pen." I nibble on her labia. "Start talking."
"I, uhm… I like this. To wake up and be… aahh… savored. And me not having to do a single thing."
"We're starting strong, I see." I make long passes of my tongue.
"We are. Not counting on the nap we just took, it's like we've been at it for hours."
"Mh-hmm." I hum the sounds onto her clit. "And you haven't had to do anything, pillow princess."
"Hey!"
"It's okay. Maybe I'm a service dom." I keep on sucking, licking, playing.
She's breathless. "Are you? You're too bossy for that… aren't you?"
"Mmmmmhhhhhh."
Her breath hitches. "I thought you maybe loved eating pussy."
"Maybe I do. Maybe it's both."
"Shit. Leon. I don't know what to think. I can't think. But that— aaahh. That would make sense."