Chapter 6 #2
We stayed like that for a long time, kissing, touching, our hands roaming, learning each other.
His hands mapped my back, my sides, always careful, always asking permission with every new touch.
I explored the planes of his chest, the muscles of his shoulders, the fascinating texture where fur gave way to skin at his throat and wrists.
“We should stop,” he murmured against my lips, even as his hands pulled me closer.
“Do you want to stop?”
“No. God, no. But.”
“Then don’t stop.”
“Maya.” He pulled back enough to look at me, his expression serious despite his obvious arousal. “I need you to understand something about Yetis. About me.”
My heart was pounding. “Okay.”
“We don’t do casual well. When we commit to someone, it’s intense. All-consuming. I’ve been fighting that instinct with you for over a year because I didn’t want to scare you off. But if we do this, if we cross this line, I’m not going to be able to be casual about it.”
“I don’t want casual.”
“You say that now.”
“I always say that. Geoff, I don’t do casual either.
In fact, I’m terrible at it. Every relationship I’ve ever had, I’ve been all in from the start.
It’s part of why they’ve failed. I give too much too fast and scare people off.
” I touched his face, feeling the soft fur under my palm.
“But with you? I don’t think I could scare you off if I tried. ”
“You couldn’t.” His eyes were intense, almost glowing in the firelight. “I’ve been yours for over a year even if you didn’t know it. If you want me, I’m already all in.”
The words hit me like a physical force. “I want you.”
“Oh, Maya.”
He pressed his lips against mine with a deeper, more claiming kiss.
His hands slid under my sweater and his hoodie that I was still wearing.
The feel of his palms against my bare skin made me gasp.
He was so warm, and the contrast between his fur-covered hands and the pads of his fingers was intoxicating.
“Tell me if anything’s too much,” he said against my neck. “If I hurt you, if you need to stop, please tell me.”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“You’re bruised.”
“They’re fine. I’m fine. Better than fine.” I tugged at his shirt. “Can this come off?”
He pulled back, eyes searching my face. Whatever he saw there made him relax. “Yeah. It can come off.”
He pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, and I forgot how to breathe.
I'd caught glimpses of his chest before, like when his shirt had ridden up, and through the buttons on his polo.
But this was different. This was all of him, bare and absolutely magnificent.
His fur was thicker on his chest and shoulders, thinning to a downy softness over his stomach.
Muscles shifted beneath, defined and powerful.
“You're staring,” he said, but there was no self-consciousness in his voice, only amusement.
“You’re beautiful.” I grinned. “Do men like it when a woman calls them beautiful?”
“I can’t speak for anyone else, but I do.” He lowered his head.
“You are.” I ran my hands over his chest, following the patterns of his fur. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
He caught my hands, bringing them to his lips. “So are you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you.”
“Show me.”
Something shifted in his expression. It held heat and possession and tenderness all mixed together. “Are you sure?”
“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
He stood in one fluid motion, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, and he carried me down the hallway toward his bedroom.
“Wait,” I said, and he stopped immediately, concern flashing across his face. “Not the guest room?”
“Not the guest room. I want you in my bed, in my space. I want to wake up tomorrow with your scent all over my sheets.” His voice was rough, almost feral. “Unless you’d rather not.”
“Your room. Definitely your room.”
The smile he gave me was pure masculine satisfaction.
He shouldered open his bedroom door, and I had a brief impression of a massive bed, dark wood furniture, and windows that looked out over the moonlit snow.
Then he was laying me down on the softest mattress I’d ever felt, covering my body with his.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he said, even as his hands slid up my sides.
“I’m not changing my mind.” I pulled him down for another kiss. “I want this. I want you. All of you.”
“Maya.” My name was a prayer and a promise on his lips. “You have me. You’ve always had me.”
“How’s this going to work?” I asked as he kissed his way down my neck, taking care to stay away from where the seatbelt rubbed against my skin. “You’re so big.”
Geoff nuzzled my neck. “It’s all in the preparation.” His hands teased the bottom of the hoodie I wore. “May I?”
I nodded and raised my arms over my head.
He laughed. “Excited?”
“You have no idea.”
“I think I do.” He removed the sweater and hoodie in one motion, and gasped as my braless breasts spilled out. “Maya, you’re stunning.”
“The thought of putting on a bra hurt, so I didn’t,” I said.
Geoff reached out, but stopped inches away from my chest.
“Go on,” I encouraged.
“You’re bruised. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I trust you.”
He leaned forward, kissing me as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs playing with my hardened nipples. I moaned into his mouth.
His hands explored lower, over my back and stomach. I giggled when his soft fur brushed against my sensitive sides. “Ticklish?” he asked.
I bit my lip and nodded, trying not to burst out in laughter and ruin the moment. He must have read my face because he moved his forearm in the same motion. Before I knew it, I threw my head back and laughed. “Yeah,” I gasped through laughs, “extremely ticklish. The bottoms of my feet too.”
“Good to know.” His fingers traced the waistband of my jeans, dipping just under. He took care to avoid the bruise on my hip that showed above the top of my pants.
He went slowly unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, recoiling in horror at the sight of the ever expanding bruise.
“It doesn’t hurt,” I said, raising my hips and shimmying out of my pants. I thought about leaving my underwear on, but decided I’d prove to him I was all in. Leave no doubt and all that. He couldn’t misread this sign, could he?
“Maya,” he whispered as I parted my legs.
“You seem to be overdressed,” I said.
He knelt on the floor and motioned for me to scoot to the edge of the bed. Even in this position, he towered over me. “Oh, Maya,” he groaned. “You are beautiful.” He kissed the inside of my leg, careful to avoid my ticklish feet, up to my knee.
I parted my legs wider. He inhaled deeply. “You smell divine. I wonder how you taste.” I shifted my hips up, and his tongue darted out. “Delicious,” he murmured before burying his face between my thighs.
He varied his pacing between fast and slow licks. It drove me wild, and I screamed his name, my thighs closing in around Geoff’s head as a wave of pleasure overcame me.
“More,” I begged. “I need you.”
“Are you sure?” Geoff asked, rising above me, his massive erection on display.
“Never been more sure.”
“Condom.” He reached into his nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms labeled ‘For Monsters’. XXL. Of course he’d be an XXL.
In one swift motion, he rolled it on, and slid his cock against my core, notching it at my entrance. “You’re tiny,” he managed.
“You’re huge.”
“I won’t fit,” he said. “Don’t wanna hurt you.”
“You’ll fit. You won’t hurt me.” I leaned forward and gripped the fur on his hips with my fingers, pulling and squeezing. “Go slow and let me adjust.”
He thrust his hips forward, breaching my dripping center with the bulbous head of his cock. I threw my head back and moaned his name. “More, Geoff. I need you. Need to feel you.”
The next thing I knew, his massive cock impaled me. My legs shook with pleasure, and he remained still, giving me a chance to acclimatize to his girth.
“You feel amazing,” he rasped, bending down to kiss me. He stayed buried inside me until an inexplicable desire for more filled my brain. I grabbed his hips, pushing him back, encouraging him to move inside me. “Maya… you’re taking all of me,” he groaned.
I couldn’t form cohesive words, so I murmured an assent.
“Good girl, take all of me,” he said. “I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
“Show me,” I challenged.
Geoff wrapped one of his arms around me, holding me against his muscular body while his other arm bracketed me on the bed as he pistoned his hips against mine. Slow at first, he picked up the tempo encouraged by my moans of pleasure. “I won’t last long,” he panted.
“Me neither.”
He pushed inside me with one last thrust, and came, bellowing my name. My hands clutched his fur and my eyes rolled back in my head, his name on my lips.
We finally fell back, tangled together in Geoff’s massive bed. My head rested on his chest, rising and falling with his breathing. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, and I’d never felt safer or more cherished in my life.
“Hey,” he murmured, his voice sleepy and satisfied.
“Hey yourself.”
“No regrets?”
I propped myself up to look at him. His fur was mussed, his eyes soft and warm, and he was looking at me like I’d hung the moon. “Zero regrets. You?”
“Are you kidding? I just got to make love to the woman I’ve been in love with for over a year. I have the opposite of regrets.”
“You’re in love with me?”
“Completely. Hopelessly. Irrevocably.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Have been for a while now.” His thumb caressed my cheek. “If you don’t believe me, I can show you again.”
My heart felt too big for my chest. “Good. Because I’m in love with you too.”
His smile was radiant. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I kissed him lightly. “This is crazy, right? To anyone on the outside, I mean.”
“We met three years ago. We’re just catching up in person.”
“A convenient way to look at it.”
“It’s also true.” His hand traced gentle patterns on my back.
“I know you, Maya. I know how you take your coffee and what games make you rage-quit and that you stress-bake when you’re anxious.
I know you talk to yourself when you're working through problems and that you have seventeen different laughs depending on what’s funny.
You’re kind and smart and brave and that you see the best in people even when they don’t deserve it. ”
Tears pricked my eyes. “Oh, Geoff.”
“So yeah, to anyone on the outside, we might have only just met in person, but I’ve been falling in love with who you are for three years. This?” He gestured between us. “This is just the physical finally catching up with the emotional.”
“You’re not allowed to say romantic things like that when I’m naked in your bed. It’s not fair.”
"Why not?”
“Because it makes me want to do disgraceful things to you.”
His eyes darkened. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“Both.” I winked.
He laughed, pulling me closer. “As much as I would love to take you up on that, you need sleep. Your body’s been through a lot.” He winked.
“My body feels pretty great right now, actually.”
“Maya.”
“Fine, fine. Sleep.” I settled back against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull me. “But tomorrow…”
“Tomorrow we can stay in bed as long as you want.”
“Promise?” I yawned.
“Promise.”