Page 29 of His Determined Bear

“I'm so hard, Graham. I need….I need,” I panted out.

Graham reached down and took both of our cocks in his big hand, palming my leaking dick to use as lube for him to jack us simultaneously. I threw my head back and moaned at the feel of ur cocks rubbing together. As if he needed to pleasure-torture me more, Graham drug his fingernails down the length of my spine sending sensuous shivers rolling through my body before going directly to massage circles around my hole. More moaning escaped from me as he worked me open with his fingers while jacking us at the same time. This man was a multitasker. Yeah me!

“Graham, I need you inside me. Now. I can’t wait, or I’m going to blow,” I whined at him.

Graham stopped his exploration and looked up into my lust-filled eyes. “Do you have condoms here?”

“No,” I continued to whine.” But it's okay, I’m clean. I just had my physical with my doctor before we came out here. I want to feel you bare with nothing between us. I have my emergency contraceptives just in case. I can take it later.”

“I’m clean too. I haven’t slept with anyone since my last physical,” he supplied. “Lift up baby, I wanna take you on my lap, face to face after I stretch you out a bit more. My cock is weeping for you.”

I dropped my mouth to his as his fingers began their work of stretching me. I didn’t really need it, but he seemed to enjoy it and who was I to stop his fun? Graham grazed my prostate, making my cock leak more. He slowly worked in two, then three fingers as he had me writhing on his lap as he did wicked things to my body.

“Baby, I’m ready. Give me that beautiful thick dick. Make me yours, Graham,” I panted into his ear.

“I love your filthy mouth and the words that flow out of it,” he said, then placed his own filthy kiss on my mouth.

Graham took more of our combined precum and rubbed it into our skin. I rose up on my knees and waited for him to guide me down onto his shaft. The slide of my channel over his thick erection made me squirm. Every pass brought him nudging my prostate as I flung precum all over us both.

When I couldn’t take much more teasing, Graham flipped us over and onto the floor without slipping from me. He laid me out in front of the fire and proceeded to fuck me into the carpet. Our eyes stayed locked on one another as we both erupted together, only seconds apart.

Graham slowed his movement and finally stopped, collapsing onto my chest. I covered him in kisses and held him close as we both came down from our high. We laid there on the floor, still physically connected until he went soft and slipped free of my body. The warm ooze of his cum felt weird, but I cherished every drop he gave me.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked as we lay wrapped up in one another on the floor by the fire.

“I’m more than okay. I’m fantastic. That was the best idea you’ve ever had,” I teased. Graham laughed at my cheeky play on words.

“I’m so happy I pleased you,” he said and nuzzled into my neck. “I love a fire in the wintertime. My house has two. One in the family room, and the other in the master, both wood-burning, not gas.”

“I’d love to see them sometime,” I hinted. “Maybe our second date could be at your house.”

“Hmm, that would be great. I hope you ask me out again,” he quipped. We both burst out laughing at the memory of that conversation earlier tonight. We settled in together and lay there for a while, talking and cuddling by the fire. Neither of us seemed to care about the mess we were both wearing.

We forced ourselves off the floor and into the shower to remove the dried cum from our skin a little while later. I wanted Graham to stay the night, but he might have to open the café tomorrow morning and would need to get some sleep. If he stayed here with me, that wouldn’t be happening tonight. And then there was mom and Aaron to think about.

We both redressed and bundled up in our coats after kissing by the fire for a few minutes. I couldn’t get enough of him, and I sure hope he felt that same way about me.

As I walked him out of the house, I found myself still wishing he could stay over. Actually, if he spent the night, my mom would probably start trying to plan our wedding right after hers. Or at the same time.Not happening!

And why did that thought about marrying Graham not sound as crazy as it should? I definitely wasn’t ready to look too closely at that.

When we stopped in front of his car, I suddenly felt awkward out here where anyone could see us. Obviously, Graham had no such problems because he pinned me between his car and his body. Not that I wanted to go anywhere. It was exactly where I wanted to be.

His lips hovered over mine, “I want to see you again,” Graham said.

I sighed and wrapped my arms around his neck, “Well….” I pretended to think about it, “You did win that bet,” and I shrugged, picking at a non-existent piece of lint on his sweater. “And I want to see you again too.”

He brushed a soft kiss to my lips and whispered, “Good.” He sighed, “is it too soon to say I wish I could fall asleep with you in my arms? Maybe wake up to you in my bed. I make great cinnamon rolls.”

I sighed and put my forehead against his chest, “Don’t tempt me. And no, it's not too early. I feel the same way.” Because that sounded completely perfect.

Was it meant to be like this? Were we supposed to want to be together all the time? Did I forget that I have to leave? I pushed it away and pulled Graham down, joining our lips together.

This kiss was so intense and agonizingly sinful, the backseat of the car became very much of a temptation. Graham lifted me into his arms and hugged me protectively. His cock strained against the confines of his low-slung jeans as he deepened the kiss. He tasted like sweetness and redemption, honey and new beginnings.

His touch ignited a cascade of emotions, drawing me in deeper and deeper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I arched into him. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted more, needed to feel every inch of him against my body. Gasping for breath, he adjusted his hold and gripped my ass.

We broke the kiss to catch our breaths and stood chest to chest, wrapped in each other's arms. It was cold as fuck, but we didn’t notice in our equally blissed-out state. Graham sighed, “Gods. I could kiss you forever.” He sighed and lay his head against my shoulder. “But I should probably get going,” he sounded genuinely regretful.

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