Chapter 12 #2
Tension coiled toward release. He built it inside her.
He took all the emotions that were tearing her apart and shaped them into sensuous overload.
Hands and teeth on her breasts. Glorious pressure at her groin.
He thrust at her and she ground back at him.
They both had on jeans, but that just added to the experience, especially as he circled his hips, driving the thick seams of her clothes into areas that made her gasp.
He lowered himself onto her body, his mouth leaving her breast to press kisses into her belly.
She burrowed her fingers in his lush hair while her eyes shut to better experience every touch of his massive body.
And when his hands framed her hips, slowly stroking across the top ridge of her jeans, she tugged his face up.
“Carl?”
He lifted up enough to look at her, his green eyes dark and gloriously intense. “Yes?”
“Can we go fast the first time?”
His nostrils flared and his hands tightened on her hips. “Baby, we can do it anyway you want.”
She reached down and unfastened her jeans.
There wasn’t a lot of room until he lifted off her, shedding his clothing in record time.
Then he stood there in the dawn’s light, large and golden, his penis thick and dark red as it jutted between his thighs.
She’d thought he’d be grizzly furry, but he was no more so than a normal man.
Enough for her to trace the inverted triangle on his chest, flowing down to the steady point of his erection. And that aimed straight at her.
He held still, watching her as she looked at him. Uncertainty flashed in his eyes, and she gave him a slow smile. “I haven’t changed my mind.”
He released a breath and grinned as he moved forward.
“You’re just…um…largely proportioned.”
He paused with one knee on the bed. “Is that a problem?”
“It’s a compliment.”
“Good. Because I know we’ll fit.”
“Pretty sure of that, are you?” She liked that he was so confident. And to be fair, so far he’d been an exceptional lover.
He leaned over her, caging her with both arms and legs.
She’d kicked off the last of her clothes, and lay back on her elbows, fully exposed to him.
But she wasn’t self-conscious about her nudity.
The way he looked at her banished any doubts.
Instead, she let her head drop back as he gazed down at her.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
She flashed him a grin as she drew a hand up his flank. “You’re very virile.”
His brows arched at that and she chuckled.
“I didn’t think you’d like me calling you beautiful. Besides, you’re too manly to be called handsome.”
He nodded. “I’ll take that.” Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips.
He went slow at first, which was frustrating.
He teased the edges of her lips, he nipped at her mouth, and when she opened completely to him, he barely pushed his tongue forward at all.
This wasn’t fast. And worse, just when she was about to grab him and force him to go harder with her, he abruptly straightened away.
“What— Oh.”
He grabbed a condom off the bed, ripping it open with quick movements.
“Do you need help?” she asked.
“Not this time, baby.” He flashed her a grin. “Let’s save that for round three.”
Goodness, that was ambitious. But she simply tossed her hair back and gave him a wicked grin. “If you want to wait that long. I decorate cakes, you know. I excel at all sorts of hand techniques.”
He growled in hunger and she laughed. The moment his penis was covered, he stepped between her knees. Then he leaned forward, both his hands stroking quickly up the inside of her thighs, separating her legs even as he began to finger her.
Oh! Oh yes!
His fingers were thick and nimble. He pushed into her wet opening, spreading the moisture everywhere, and he did it with hard, circular strokes that had her arching into his pressure. Her arms gave out and she dropped back onto the bed.
“Now. Oh God, now,” she pleaded.
He leaned forward. There was a moment’s delay while she stretched for him, lifting her knees and arms as she tried to grab hold of whatever part of him was nearest. It was all within reach. Every glorious muscle, every hard bone, and most certainly his jutting organ.
And then he thrust home.
Her breath caught on a delicious cry. He filled her to perfection. There was enough stretch to make her feel his every glorious inch, to make her clutch him as he pulled back. And to make her arch almost off the bed as he slammed into her again.
And then he stopped. He held himself still as he leaned down to kiss her. He pressed her mouth hard, his movements unsteady, his breath short and hot against her lips.
He wanted something from her, but she didn’t know what. She opened her eyes and looked into his dark ones. Which is when she realized he was holding back. Even though she’d asked him—begged him—to take her hard, he was still keeping himself from losing control.
“How can you be so calm?” she asked. She was insane with want.
He leaned down and scraped his teeth lightly across her jaw. Tiny bites that made her clutch him above and below.
“So sweet,” he rasped. “I could devour you.”
She wrapped her arms around him as far as they would go. “So do it,” she said. “Please.”
“You don’t understand,” he said against her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
She pushed him back far enough that she could look him in the eye. “Why do you think I’ll break?”
His eyes darkened and his hands clutched her waist. “I’m a grizzly, Becca.”
That made her pause, but geez Louise, he was already inside her. What more could happen? “Do you get bigger?” That kind of boggled her mind.
“What? No! At least I don’t think so.”
“What are we talking here? Claws? Fur? Humpback or something?”
He snorted. “No, no, and absolutely not!”
“Then I think we’re okay.” She stroked his face. “Isn’t it usually the girl who makes it complicated?”
He shook his head. “It’s not complicated. I don’t want to frighten you.”
“I’m not frightened,” she retorted. “I’m bored.” That wasn’t remotely true, but he seemed to need her to demand more. To give him permission to let his animal out. “Bring it, grizzly. Show me what you’ve got.”
It wasn’t enough. He still stared at her, fully embedded and yet completely still. Which pissed her off. She was not some fragile little bird. So she did something new. Something she’d never done before, but which he seemed to need. She grabbed his right nipple between two fingers and twisted.
“Ow!” He reared back with a jerk, but below she felt him grind against her.
Oh yes!
But then—damn it—he stopped again. She saw his nostrils flare, she felt the tension in his body, but he was still holding on too tight.
So she did it again. This time harder.
That did it.
Some restraint broke inside him. He released a roar of fury, and then he bore down on her.
Not up top, though his eyes darkened and his face dropped to within inches of her.
It was below that he thrust hard enough to raise her off the bed.
Then he grabbed hold of her hips and held her right where he wanted her before pulling back and ramming her harder.
Oh yes!
He slammed into her again and again, his breath coming out in harsh growls each time. It took three slams for her to climax. The waves crashed through her while he kept going.
Sometime in there he must have released. While she was bucking in his arms, he roared again, but if there was a pause, she barely noticed. Her whole body was riding waves of ecstasy.
But then she felt him lean over and unceremoniously flip her over. She was completely boneless and her face planted with an oomph in the pillow. She heard another foil packet rip. She was just wondering why he needed another condom when he grabbed her hips and raised her up.
Bam! He slammed into her. And this time he leaned over her, caging her as he took her from behind. Everything was wet and slick, but he ground a thick finger against her clit and set off more sparks. More waves when the first had barely slowed.
Over and over he pumped into her, making guttural sounds that thrilled her. He wanted her. He was consumed by her. And she in turn felt as if her every cell was marked, owned, and wrung to its fullest.
It was animal possession at its most base level, and she reveled it. There was no room for doubt or fear. There was only wave after wave of pleasure.
She lost count of her orgasms. It could have been a dozen.
It could have been one long one that he perpetuated forever.
After he’d taken her from behind, he rolled her over again and began feasting on her.
He licked every inch, keeping her body pulsing.
She never managed the dexterity to help him with another condom.
He took care of that, too. And when he pushed into her again, it was like she’d been made for this and for him.
It made no sense. She was a strong, independent woman who would never dream of giving everything over to a man. And yet he made her want to. He made it so she loved to.
And when he was finally finished with her, he settled beside her, tugging her into his arms until she was cradled against his chest. It was so perfect, she never wanted to leave.
Crazy.
Bliss.