Page 53 of Hunny and the Bear

Hunny looked down the length of her body, finding Tank kneeling on the floor by the end of the bed, his head buried between her thighs. The covers were balled up on his side of the bed, allowing him full access to her, and his unruly hair covered his forehead and part of his eyes. He tongued her lightly, even as his fingers pumped roughly into her, the combination causing her heart to pound and her breath to quicken.

She couldn’t look away from him, sitting up on her elbows to watch as he pleasured her. Feeling his tongue and hand work her body was one thing, but seeing it? Watching the need skate across his features as he groaned against her? It made everything a thousand times better. No, scratch that. Amilliontimes better.

He pulled away from her clit abruptly, his hot breath fanning over the tender bundle of nerves. “You’re soaked already, little rabbit.” He nipped her inner thigh, the brief sting of pain only adding to the ball of ecstasy forming in her center. She wanted those teeth on her shoulder, biting into her skin until she bled for him. “Were you having naughty dreams?” he asked darkly.

“If I did, they were all about you,” she murmured drowsily, rocking into the hand cupping her center. He growled in approval, and she shivered as she fucked his fingers languidly, her hands fisting the sheets as she struggled to speak. “I-I was hoping you’d wake me up like this after the promise you made.”

Anticipating it, really. He’d eaten her out last night before he’d gone out, and it had been amazing. He’d left her wanting more, and it had taken hours before she could fall asleep, uncertain if she should play with herself for some extra relief or wait it out until morning.

Waiting was the right choice.

Tank’s voice heated to a delicious, gravelly note as he murmured, “Every morning, baby. Just like this.” His tongue swept through her folds and upward, circling her clit. He latched onto it again with a hungry groan, and her eyes rolled back into her head as she cried out his name.

Her hands found his head, fingers tangling in the thick strands as he pumped into her, curling his fingers just right until she was shaking beneath him, her hips rolling to meet each of his thrusts. She was still sore from all the sex they’d had last night, but as she felt an orgasm loom over her, she didn’t care. This was anache she’d happily accept as long as her big bear wanted to touch her. He sucked hard on her clit, and her body coiled tight, need coursing through her.

Just as she was about to orgasm, he pulled out of her, releasing his hold on her altogether, leaving her bereft.

“Why’d you stop?” she gasped in outrage, her heart beating hard. She swallowed thickly, certain she’d been only a few seconds away from drooling.

Tank climbed back onto the bed, kissing a trail up from her pussy to her chin as he hovered over her. “I don’t want you to come on my fingers,” he rasped, mouth finding hers.

His tongue swept over the seam of her lips, and she opened for him, moaning softly as she tasted herself on him, her irritation vanishing in an instant. His hands grabbed her hips, and then he flipped them both, his back hitting the bed as he dragged her up his body until her knees were planted on either side of his head. “I want you to cum on my face,” he demanded, his breath teasing her.

“What?” she asked in surprise, tensing. They’d seen every inch of each other already, but this seemed far more intimate than anything else they’d done, which was laughable.

“Grab the headboard,” he instructed, slapping her ass cheek when she didn’t respond right away. The sting startled her, heating her body as she quickly followed his command. Her back arched slightly, and she hovered over his mouth, unsure of what to do. She’d had a lot of sex, but she’d neversaton someone’s face before. What if she got carried away and hurt him?

“Are you sure?” Hunny asked hesitantly, biting her lower lip as her grip tightened on the top of the headboard. “What if I smother you?”

“It’d be a hell of a way to go,” Tank joked.

“Henry! I’m being serious. What if I get too into it and I break your nose or something?”

“Then I’ll pat myself on the back for making you lose control, baby,” he assured her, licking her with a deep rumble of satisfaction. Her mouth dropped open as his tongue swirled over her entrance, lapping at her slick. His beard tickled her inner thighs, heightening the sensations stirring inside her. “Now, be a good little rabbit, andsit.”

His grip tightened on her hips, and then he pushed her down, his tongue sinking inside her. He groaned beneath her, and instinctively, her thighs clenched around his head, holding him in place as he ate her out. Her head dropped back, hair trailing down her spine as she rode his face. Gently, at first. But another hard slap to her ass and Hunny bucked her hips, riding his tongue faster.

Pleasure whipped through her like lightning, and her body felt too hot, her breathing shallow as she moaned his name. Her thighs trembled, and that ball of tension in her core tightened further, threatening to come undone. Almost as if he could sense it, Tank’s fingers found her clit, rolling it in small circles as he stiffened his tongue, thrusting it deeper than before.

“H-Henry!” Hunny cried out, the headboard creaking as she held on for dear life. Her pussy spasmed around his tongue as she rode his face with reckless abandon, heat spreading over every inch of her.

Tank pinched her clit, and that was all it took to send her over the edge. Hunny screamed his name, her orgasm detonating inside her. Tank held her down on his face as he licked her clean, her body shaking around him as her pulse beat a frantic drum in her ears, her breasts heaving as she struggled to regulate her breathing.

After a few more seconds of him licking her overstimulated pussy, he let her roll off of him. She collapsed onto her back with a soft moan, and he followed her, blanketing her with his hard body. His erection pressed against her thigh as he leaneddown, teasing her nipple with his tongue. His cheeks were red, and parts of his beard around his mouth were damp from her arousal. She blushed, but he didn’t notice, too preoccupied with the boobs in front of him.

Palming one breast, he sucked on the other, sending little zaps of pleasure down to her clit, her body reeling with aftershocks. “Love your tits,” he murmured, blowing on the wet peak. It hardened, and he sucked it back into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth.

“Really? I kind of hate that I have small boobs.” Well, she hadn’t reallyhatedit before she’d met Jason, but he’d made a comment once about them being ‘too small to hold on to,’ and she’d felt insecure about their size ever since.

God, just thinking about it, the differences between Jason and Tank were astounding. How had fate paired her with someone so cruel, soshallow? She’d deserved better than that miserable piece of shit wolf shifter.

She’d deserved this surly, gentle bear in front of her. Part of her felt bad for thinking it; she was certain Tank’s true mate would have been a better choice for him than she was. But fate had been cruel to both of them, and ironically, brought them both together.

To heal together? To find solace in one another? Hunny didn’t care about the reasoning, only that she was glad he was here. She was glad he was hers, in whatever capacity he’d give her.

Tank released her nipple with a pop, his eyes broody as they met hers. “I love your breasts. You’re perfect, Hunny. Everything about you is perfect.”

Warmth blossomed in her chest at his words, but she rolled her eyes playfully. “You’re just saying that because you’re a sweetheart.”

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