Chapter 42
Pen
I've waited too long to feel all of this. So heard, so seen, so wanted. Leon covers me with his big body, pinning me to the ground and filling me with pleasure, and gazing at me with eyes full of adoration.
In a deep recess of my heart, I could cry. It's not the fact that we're outside and I used to want to try that. It's the fact that Leon would want candles and heartfelt declarations, and he's putting all of that aside to give me what I want.
Erase that word from your mouth. I can't stand hearing you asking like that.
"Leon," I breathe.
"Pen."
He starts moving and I gasp. He frowns. I can't decipher it, but he kisses me and I don't try to anymore.
My body is on fire. I could come just from the feeling of Leon inside me— around me— all over, with his dark eyes trained on me, and the warmth of his body protecting me from the cooling weather.
"You feel so good," I hear myself saying.
"Fuck." He groans. "You. This."
"Take me."
It spurs him on. He moves faster, sensitizing me in ways I didn't know where possible by someone else. Everything stands out, like the parts of my brain that process information have been starved and it's just now, with my best friend fucking me, that we're getting the dose of stimulation we need.
The world is turning blue, but what a brilliant cerulean shade it is. The scent of earth and tufts of grass and even the lake, they smell like life. Tiny waves that crush on the shore, and wind through leaves. Music to keep us company, as we come together like this.
The sound of Bear's breathing against my ear. The way his lips close in tiny kisses on my face. The slick points where our stomachs touch. The swift slide of his cock in me.
I moan. Feathering ripples run through my body.
"Don't stop. Leon. Don't stop."
Someone could catch us. They could be taking a stroll around the lake, just to come across two people oblivious to the world, when they have each other.
They'd see the way Bear fucks me, and know we couldn't wait a second longer.
I'd hate to be found out, but the risk is titillating.
What better evidence that I can be wanted like this.
My fingers swim in his hair. His beard tickles my face. One of his hands latches to my breast, his fingers playing with my nipple. The other snakes its way to cradle my head, splaying at my nape and angling me for a kiss.
It's like he's keeping me in place as he fucks me. Devours me. Adores my body.
The tremors running through me whip into shakes. Every part of me is devoted to this climax— I stop breathing, I stop thinking, I stop doing anything but clinging to him as he thrusts into my clenching muscles. Kisses me through it.
"Fuck. Pen."
He makes a sound I can barely process. Reality has fragmented, and the way he pulses inside of me, releasing himself into me, is all I can take in.
I've never been filled like this, either.
I blink away the few tears that try to appear in my eyes. I take a slow, deep breath. I've always felt close to Leon, but this feels different. Oxytocin is a powerful drug, and I'm swimming in it.
He's still inside me. He caresses my hair back from my face. I didn't realize I kept my eyes closed. When I open them, I find Leon studying me closely. He's checking to see how I'm doing, because of course that's the first thing he'd think about.
"Bear." I put my arms around him and bring him to me. "Thank you."
He snakes his hands under me, keeping me secure in his arms. He holds me close. We're cheek to cheek. His warmth seeps into me. The bond that has always existed between us grows brighter, stronger, from his heart to mine.
He takes a deep breath. "It doesn't feel right that you're thanking me."
"Should I tell you instead that I love you?"
He doesn't move. I try to make him pull away, so I can look at his face.
He's never said it back to me, and I'm not saying it now to hear it back.
I'm saying it because my heart is full of this feeling, and I need him to know.
But he finds a way to scoop me tighter in his arms, while kissing my face a few times.
He pulls away and falls to his side, bringing me with him.
"I know you love me." He sighs. He continues caressing my face and pulling my hair away. "And I hope you know I would never do anything to jeopardize that. I'll never take it for granted."
A small wrinkle appears between his thick brows. My lips curl at the corners. I ran the pad of my finger over the mark of his worry. I smooth it out.
"I know what's in your heart, Bear."
A curl appears slowly at the corner of his mouth. "I doubt that. I'm not sure I have it all figured out."
"It's okay. You show me every day, anyway."
My hand lands on his chest. I play with the hair there. He pulls me closer, until I can see his pupils blown wide.
"Is that enough?" he asks.
"Twenty years of treating me like a princess sure is." I smile. "You never let me want for anything. Not even great sex now. As my friend, you'll take the matter into your own hands, every time."
He smirks. "Well, as long as we're clear about that."
I laugh. He's naked, but I'm still half-dressed.
"We're good, Leon Karlsen." I kiss him. "But if you want to show me more, then let's do the exact same thing in bed tonight."
It's his turn to laugh.
"As you wish," he says. "It will be my honor."
"Excellent. Until then, I think I know what I want to do next."
I get up. He falls to his back, following my movements with pleasure written over his face.
He's naked but acting like that's the most natural thing in the world.
Like his tattooed arms and shoulders, that thick torso, and the hairy chest goodness that trails a path down his belly are the perfect fit for the landscape.
He even puts his hands behind his head, like he's getting comfortable and eager to watch the show.
I pull the cups of my bra back over my breasts. I'm only wearing that and my skirt at this point, but I put my fisted hands on my hips, in the kind of power pose usually reserved for people wearing a pantsuit.
"What do you think is happening right now?" I ask.
"I don't know about you, but I'm assessing what the fastest way I can sex you up again is. Do we really need to wait until tonight?"
"Oh my God. You're tireless, aren't you?"
He smirks. "You know nothing yet."
"Never mind the fact you're stark naked outside." I make a gesture to our surroundings. "That we already took big risks by doing it out here when someone could walk by us at any time."
"Yeah, not particularly concerned."
"I see. Well, maybe it's time I match your cocky energy."
I take off my bra, then my skirt and hold them in my hand.
"Mhh." The sound is appreciative. "I see I convinced you already."
"You wish!"
I throw my clothes at him and laugh. Holding my boobs in place, I run to the water and scream.