Page 105 of Choose the Bears

“Don’t be.” I pulled against her grip and her hand tightened, creating a prickling sensation all across my scalp as she watched in wonder.

“I’m hurting?—”

“You’re not.”

“You want me to?—”

“Take your fill of me?” I nodded slowly. “Always. I’m bigger than you, stronger than any man you’ve been with, and I can take anything you’ve got to dish out.” My eyes stared into hers. “Take me, Imogen.”

That seemed to remove any remaining concerns. That little animal sound of hunger, I needed it, right as her mouth slammed down on mine.

Our kisses were open mouthed and messy, without finesse, and I didn’t know what had stirred this in her, but I was right there with her. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth as my hands clamped down on her hips, dragging her right down on the ridge of my cock. Her little gasp had us pulling away for a second as I checked in, but then she moved. Slowly, in an undulating wave, it felt like her lycra-covered cunt traced the entirety of my length with that movement. Her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, just as I lunged forward to suck that pain away.

“Stay…” she murmured between kisses. “Stay right here.”

So that’s what this was about? She thought she needed to have sex with me to keep me from driving to Coober Pedy? That was enough to make me want to stop, but she mistook my reticence, shoving up my shirt before I took over, wrenching it off. Her hands smoothed across my chest, her look of fascination something I drank in, right before I did the same to her. The oversized t-shirt she’d borrowed from Kyle was dumped on the floor, just leaving her.

Those beautiful little tits barely needed a bra, and perhaps that’s why I shoved the cups upwards. Or maybe it was because then I got to see her pink nipples that pulled tight in the cool air, that made me want to turn the thermostat down as far as it could go, just to see her response. Heat and cold, that’s what I’d apply in that scenario. Her skin would prickle with goosebumps right as I lunged forward.

My tongue flicked across one nipple, feeling the hard point skate across it, right before I captured it with my lips. “Asher…!” All she needed to do was keep calling my name like that and I would be her eternal slave. The nature of our bond meant she seemed to understand that, murmuring it over and over as Isucked one nipple hard, then let it pull free before turning to the other. Her hands wrapped around my head, holding me there, forcing me to take swallow after swallow of her, as my hand slid down. Yoga pants were a gift from the gods, hugging my mate’s form and highlighting the delicious curves of her legs and buttocks, but also stretching far enough for me to shove my hand down the front.

She was always volcanic hot and wet for us. A small cheer of self-congratulation went up inside my head but only for a second before I slid my fingers along her seam, wetting the fingertips. It made each movement easier, to trace the shape of her as I kept on sucking that nipple in slow pulses, her little cries music to my ears. It was the sound she made when I found her clit that caused the noise inside my head to quieten. I could only listen to her, her pleasure, her mumbled urges for me as my fingers moved faster. To clamp down around that sensitive bud, then flick it faster and faster.

“Asher…”

She began to move restlessly, pulling away, her movements spasmodic, her hands jerky as she tried to reach down between us and undo my jeans. I didn’t need her little hand around me, stroking my cock. Fuck, I was ready to unload just watching her. Hands freezing, eyes going wide as the realisation hit. That she was going to come, right before my finger slid inside her.

Not enough, I knew that in the way she frantically clamped down around me, seeking more, seeking something harder, faster, thicker, deeper. I pumped her through this little orgasm, watching her ride the wave like an expert surfer. But there were more, bigger ones to come, and when she shuddered through the last wave, I went to push her harder, only for her to slip free of me. The chair wheels squeaked as she pushed me back, falling to the floor between my knees.

“Imogen…”

I didn’t like to see her like that. If anyone was going to kneel, it was me. At her feet as I kissed every damn toe for existing, for bringing the endless ache in my heart to an end. Instead, she ignored my sound of protest, looking up at me with mischief in her eyes, right as she slid my zip down.

“Commando…”

She said that with an air of reverence but was extra careful as she fished my length out. Before I could say a word in protest, she licked a stripe up the centre of my cock.

Wet, hot tongue, it was too close to the feel of her cunt, and that’s what had my hips bucking upwards. I wanted inside her. Deep as I could go, locked down forever and never parted. That was an impossibility, but it didn’t stop me from wanting it.

“Imogen…” My hand went to the back of her head, ready to pull her free so I could spread her out on my desk and eat her whole. Her mouth sucked the head of my cock in. “Fuck!”

“Mmm…” That little muffled sound of second-hand pleasure undid me. I was helpless in the moments before her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, but now I was completely her slave. Let her lick me, suck me deeper and deeper, but the sound of her choked off gags had my eyes flicking open. I saw the tears in her eyes and went to pull her free. She wouldn’t relent, the dark look she shot me making clear what she intended to do: test her limits pleasing me.

“Baby…” I could barely choke out the word, the need to unload down her throat riding me so fucking hard. “You’re making me feel so good. Not so deep. Fuck, yes, there.” She pulled back, her tongue swirling, then pressing hard on the sensitive spot just under the head, making my hands slam down on the arms of my chair and dig in. I shifted slightly in response to each suck. “Just like that, baby.” My hands went to her hair, stroking it back from her face so I could see each moment mydick disappeared into her mouth. “Fuck, I… Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I needed to come, but I wouldn’t—not in her mouth—and I told her that.

“Not like this. Imogen, not like this.” Her eyes flicked upwards to meet mine again. “In you. Need that pretty little pussy full of my cum and you coming around it, sucking it out of me.”

Her mouth pulled free with a pop, her lips red and swollen as she smiled up at me.

“Promise?”

I had her yoga pants lying in a puddle on the floor in one second, the keyboard shoved aside in the next as I sat her down on my desk, right as I rose.

“Always,” I told her as I notched my dick at her entrance, then thrust in before she could respond. “Always, my mate.”

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