Chapter 10
JOY
When we’re getting ready for bed, I slip into a soft, thin white cotton tank top and pink shorts.
Pulling my hair to the side, I tie it in a loose braid to keep it out of my face, with a few pieces falling around my cheek bones.
A quick glance in the mirror confirms that I have zero idea how to entice a man, if this is my best effort at Looking Seductive.
When I walk into the bedroom, though, Bear stares at me hungrily, making a low whistle. Apparently, he likes the natural look.
I burst into laughter. “Would that be a wolf whistle, or a Wolfe with an E whistle?”
His lips pull into a smirk. I make no bones about staring at the wide expanse of muscle in front of me as his fingers encircle my wrist and he pulls me to where he stands next to the bed.
He's so huge. A feast for the eyes. His shoulders and biceps…
He looks like he could lift a tree without breaking a sweat.
Also, I now understand the difference between a gym physique and one that's become muscular by years of hard work. Bear’s not cut and chiseled like the dudes on sports websites. He looks like he's been hewn from stone, like the mountain itself.
Then my eyes drop to the bulge at the front of his shorts. Unless that's a trick of the light, a gigantic beast is lurking there.
"Ignore that," he growls, scooping me up and laying me on the bed. "That is not your business tonight." He turns off the overhead light and one bedside lamp, then lies beside me.
"What if I want it to be my business?"
His abs flex hard, as if a shudder went through him that he’s trying to hide. Taking a deep breath, I reach out and let my hand wander along his chest, his ribs, then lower and lower, until my fingertips brush the top of the fabric.
His exhale is shaky. Why is it such a turn-on to think I'm throwing such a big guy off kilter?
"It's been a very long time for me." His voice is a deep rasp. "Look, beautiful, I'm trying to be a gentleman here—"
"I'm on vacation. The normal rules don't apply, right?"
He half-closes his eyes, resting his palm on my outer thigh and tickling the back of my knee before rolling slightly inward. "It's obvious you're a virgin, sugar. And I think you've noticed I'm a pretty big guy."
"I know." I can barely breathe. "It's one of the many things I like about you."
He scoffs. "Please. Nobody likes me. I'm a grouchy asshole."
"Not with me, you’re not." Suddenly I'm on top of him, straddling his hips and letting my breasts brush his hard pecs.
"This is your one and only chance, sugar.” His warm brown eyes are darker. Deeper. "Tell me to go to sleep right now. Or tell me to eat your luscious pussy and then go to sleep." His fingers tighten on my hips. "Tell me what to do."
For the first time ever, I know precisely what I want and need. What we both need. Spreading my knees, I sink down, slowly grinding along his length. "You want me to tell you what to do?"
"Yeah. Quickly. Please, sugar. You decide."
It feels like Bear is under my spell. How do I even have a spell? But this weird electricity that surrounds us has been taking hold since the first second we met. My palms push his chest as I straighten up, and his eyes show a flash of relief…
Until I arch back, tear off my top, and lie back down on him.
My lips brush along his scruff of beard as I whisper in his ear. "If it's my decision…" I roll my hips, grinding my open pussy against his shaft. “I want this inside me."
I suddenly notice how wet my panties are, starting to soak through my shorts as I work up and down the solid bar of steel under me. It twitches, sending a shockwave of lust flooding my system.
I've never felt truly sexy until now, witnessing Bear’s reaction to me. This heat isn't the unpredictable, frantic dance of flames. It’s the slow burn of hot coals as a breeze passes over, igniting what has already been there for a long time.
Bear’s chest heaves and he grips my hips even tighter as his guttural growl fills my ears. "You want me to fuck your perfect, virgin pussy?"
"Yes." I hesitate for only a split second before smiling. "Please."
He rips my shorts off, flinging me onto my back. Almost instantly his tongue is buried deep inside me, his thumb flicking against my clit. Oh. Wow. So intense. His lust, possession, passion… My body is almost confused by all the pleasure as I twitch and writhe, utterly helpless.
Somehow Bear knows every aching spot of my body that longs for his attention. His rough palm glides up my inner thigh, then grips my hip firmly, holding me in place. Who knew that I would love being under his control so much?
As soon as my breath begins to flutter, he plunges two thick fingers inside me as his tongue laps my swollen button. "Fucking delicious," he rumbles through grit teeth. "So wet for me. So sweet, my sexy sugar."
Yes. His. I don't care this is probably just a short-lived fantasy. For tonight, I'm giving over to lust completely.
Bear is the first man to make me realize what lust is. I've considered a few men attractive before, but this is so, so different. I love that he's older. Bigger. Knows exactly what I need, even before I do.
I whimper and squirm, stunned by the pressure of his fingers inside me, the pressure building fast.
"Come for me now." His gravel voice centers my focus. "So I can fuck you."
The spiral of pressure deep in my core coils tight, then bursts, sending fire through my veins, my nerves, every inch of my being. His eyes blaze, staring at me as my back arches and I quiver helplessly as the climax burns through me.
After I stop shaking he grins darkly, licking his lips. "I'm going to be starving for that flavor every day from now on," he groans. "Hottest, wettest pussy on the mountain.”
Bear stands and drops his shorts, and all the breath in my lungs seems to hit the floor with them.
Whoa.
That is one thick, hard cock.
It almost looks dangerous – the veins pulsing, the thick round head looking strained, as if trying to stretch out of its skin.
In a blink I'm sitting up, grasping it with both hands, stroking it with a feather-soft touch.
I stare in fascination when a bead of moisture starts leaking from the tip.
I instinctively lean in to lick it away, then seal my lips around the head.
He's so thick that I need to shift, pulling the shaft slightly down to angle it into my mouth.
Strong hands grip the side of my head, as I look up to study his pained expression.
"No idea…how hard…not to fuck these perfect lips."
"Go ahead," I murmur, tilting my chin up and opening my mouth wide.
Bear squeezes his eyes shut, then snaps them open as he pushes me back to the center of the bed. "Tell me again you want me." His voice is low, raw and needy as my legs spread wide, his hips settling against mine. We both moan as he drags his length along my wet crease over and over.
"I want you," I whisper, reaching up to grip his shoulder.
Our bodies take over, as the head of his massive cock works itself inside me. He pulls out, nudging against my clit several times before slipping in again, making me shiver.
"Gonna try to be gentle." His arms curl under me, holding us together. "Gonna try to go slow. Tell me if it's too much, sugar.”
I barely have time to nod before a sensation with nearly paralyzing intensity takes over. His huge cock is so thick. My untouched pussy is so tight. Even though I couldn’t be wetter, his hips have to force a path inside.
Okay, it hurts. But it's much more than pain. The feeling of bonding with Bear, of giving myself to him as he claims me… Every romantic and lusty fantasy I've ever had crowds my mind in a tornado.
Then he kisses me perfectly, hard and deep, with a possession that blanks my mind completely.