Page 110 of Bear
I wanted Bear forever.
I wanted the good and bad. I wanted the ups and downs. I wanted the mundane and outrageous. I wanted everything as long as he came along with it. I’d never felt as wanted and secure as I did when I was with Bear. Every second that passed without being his woman evaporated and in my mind we’d always been this way. It was easy as breathing.
“Bear, I’m going to come,” I warned, my voice was ripe with the need to release.
“Come for me, baby doll. Come all over this dick.” He looked down between us and groaned at the sight. “I wish you could see how beautiful your pussy is from this angle. I could live inside of you, I swear to god.” His hand slid between our bodies and found my clit. The way he massaged it in tune with his fluid motions pushed me over the edge.
My thighs clamped around his middle involuntarily squeezing him as hard as humanly possible. “Fuck, Cecily,” Bear gritted out as I came hard all around his cock. If I didn’t plan to get pregnant until after school I was going to have to get on some kind of birth control.
“I love you, Bear,” I exhaled into his ear. His lips found my neck and he kissed me softly. It was the perfect sensation to bring me down from the high of my orgasm.
“I love you too, baby. Forever.” His kisses were everywhere at once. They were on my neck, my lips, my chin, my jawline…I was covered in him while he pulsed inside of me filling me to the brim.
“You’re gonna have to get on something because coming inside of you feels too phenomenal to stop.”
“Yeah, I was thinking about that. I’ll go this week.”
“That’s good to hear.” He slipped out of me and I felt empty again. The second he laid beside me and hooked his arms around my waist, he was out like a light, snoring and everything. I smiled bittersweetly that the night was over and the world was missing a really good person but it was also missing a fucking monster.
I held Bear as he slept because nobody ever did that. Nobody ever held the strong ones and he was the strongest man I knew. I ran my fingers through his locs and stared at how peaceful his face looked. Torture no longer settled on top of his features like a mask. I’d like to take all the credit for bringing him peace but I knew a lot of things played parts.
I knew the fact that his father was gone played a huge part and so did finding out who his mother was and that she wasn’t dead. I was in there too. There was no denying the love we shared.
Just before I fell asleep alongside Bear, my phone dinged with a text from Kareema.
BBFL: You up?
Me: Yeah. Barely. Meet in the kitchen?
BBFL: Yup.
I slid out of bed and went downstairs to meet Kareema. I took out a pint of Ben and Jerry’s cookie dough ice cream and two spoons then sat at the table. The moment I crossed my legs, my body hummed a song full of praises for Bear and his amazing dick game.
When Kareema walked through the kitchen doors, her hair was all over her head and her skin was dewy perfection. I raised my eyebrows and slid the ice cream over to her. She took it gladly in her hands and grabbed a spoon.
“You fucked Tito, didn’t you?” I looked her dead in the eyes and watched her blush like a high school girl.
“Damn, is it written all over my face like that?”
“It is.” I popped a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth and let it melt on my tongue. “I guess that was just the energy surrounding tonight. We all needed some kind of release, huh?”
“Yeah. That’s an understatement.” Silence ticked by us for a few moments then Kareema said, “Can I ask you something, Cecily?”
“Of course.”
“Would you think I was stupid if I transferred schools with you so I could be closer to home?”
“Why would I think that was stupid?” I asked shaking my head. “Also, I think you confused being closer to home and being closer to Tito.” I smirked a little and she flipped me off.
“I mean, that is a part of it but I know better than jumping up and changing shit for a guy because he fucked me so good my wig turned around backward.”
“Kareema,” I laughed. “You don’t even wear wigs.”
“I know. That’s how serious Tito’s dick is. I don’t know what’s on my head right now. Might be my hair, might be a bald-headed monk in Malaysia’s hair, a horse’s hair…” She shrugged. “That man fucked my intelligence away.”
“Oh god. That’s devil dick,” I laughed.
“It is. I’ve dealt with devil dick once before but the problem is that this time it’s attached to a really good guy and I can’t ignore the fact that he has some kind of pull on me.”
