Page 60 of Chev's Mate

Her abrupt silence tells me I’ve said the wrong thing, and I replay the words in my head before realizing where I made my mistake.

“Not like that!” I say. “I meant I want you to be healthy and full. Plump!” Her eyes turn offended. I’m not making things better. “Please don’t be angry. I love you just how you are,” I continue, frustrated when my bear forces a series of low rumbles from my chest. “I was trying to be funny.”

My bear is always getting on my nerves, and I punch my sternum before dragging my fingers through my hair. This evening was supposed to be perfect, and I’m ruining it. I know Vanessa is insecure about her smaller size, and I shouldn’t have said anything about it. I don’t need her to be tall and muscular like the shifter women I’ve grown up around.

My heart pounds, and Vanessa pushes her food aside before rising and climbing onto my lap.

I freeze.

“You’re okay, Chev,” she says. “It’s going to take more than that to drive me away.”

I hope so.

“Carry me to the couch,” she continues. “There’s something I want to try.”

I’m up in a heartbeat, holding her to me. My hands are underneath her thighs, my fingertips touching the bare skin below her dress. I love it, and I swallow past the lump in my throat as I bring her to the couch. What does she want to try? Is it sexual?

I debate laying her on her back, a move most shifter males would make, before changing course and sitting so she’s straddling me. This gives her more control, and I think she appreciates that.

Vanessa plants her hands on my shoulders, and I try my best to remain still as she feels my muscles. She’s so soft and warm, and my body betrays me as I begins hardening. There’s no way to hide it. She’s sitting directly on me, so I know she feels it pressing against her.

We both ignore it.

I can smell her arousal, though. I know she’s reacting to me, her body begging for mine. I’m not going to make the first move, and I curl my hands into tight fists as she leans down and presses her lips to mine.

Fuck.

A low groan slips from my throat when she opens her mouth and teases me with her tongue, and after a second, she grabs my wrists and pulls my hands to her waist. I happily hold her hips. I don’t have to worry about pushing her too far when she’s the one making the decisions.

We kiss for what feels like forever, but it’s not nearly long enough. When she pulls away, I’m so hard, I ache.

“Touch my mark,” Vanessa whispers.

Those words are music to my ears. I slide my hand up her hip, pausing once I reach the top of her ribcage. Vanessa cocks her head to the side, and I meet her eyes as I inch toward her breasts.

I want to see them so badly, and I can’t help but roll my hips as I pull the short sleeve of her dress over her shoulder. I wait for Vanessa to stop me before dragging it down her arm. The fabric is stretchy, thank the heavens, and I moan as the material covering her chest folds over on itself and the top of her nipple comes into view.

I pause again to ensure she’s comfortable.

“For fuck’s sake, Chev,” Vanessa huffs. “Touch them.”

She brushes my hand away and yanks down her top.

I moan. “Oh.”

The fabric of her dress now rests at her waist, fully exposing her breasts. Vanessa’s are the most beautiful ones I’ve ever seen—not that I’ve seen many—and I can’t take my eyes away as I cup them.

They fill both my palms completely, and even then, there’s more that doesn’t fit. I frown, angry I cannot wholly cup her chest. Vanessa laughs as I spread my fingers to try to take more, but that noise is cut short as I sit up straighter and capture her nipple with my mouth.

I lick from the bottom of her breast to her nipple, loving how it hardens against my tongue. I want to bite, but I’ll save that for another time. I shift my attention to her other breast, giving it the same love and attention before pulling away.

Vanessa is panting now, her core subtly rocking against me as I reach behind her neck and touch her mark. She spreads her legs and sits more firmly on me, bringing the underwear between her thighs into my line of sight.

This is wonderful. Her underwear is wet, and it forms around her sex in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination.

“Touch yourself,” she orders, scooting down my thighs.

I like when she tells me what to do, and I don’t hesitate to grab my aching length. I hiss when I finally get a hold of myself, and I stroke quickly as I rub my fingers over her mark. This is better than I ever could’ve imagined, and it takes everything in me not to cum when Vanessa lowers her hand between her thighs.

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