Page 52 of Bear
“I won’t break your heart. The only thing I want to break is your back right now…” I lifted her shirt and pulled one of her nipples in my mouth swiping my warm tongue against it until she gasped.
“I’m serious,” she said, breathlessly.
“Me too. You’remyfucking woman, Cecily.”
“I need a little bit more than that coming from you.” I knew she wanted to hear how I really felt. She wanted me to tell her what I knew was true in my heart. She knew it too. Our history was too deep for her to be clueless.
Cecily yanked on my hair, making me break suction with her breast. I sighed and rested my head against the headboard.
“You don’t think I want you too? I do. I just think I want you more than you want me. What if you only want this because it feels good when you’re inside of me and you can sleep when you’re beside me?” Fear became more prevalent in her eyes and I felt like shit. “I’ve known you for so long that I can’t imagine life without you but I’d cut you off if I knew you were playing games with me, Bear. It would hurt like cutting off my own arm but I’d do it. If we’re going to be together you have to let me know you’re all in. Otherwise, this is just a good time for a little while.”
“You would walk away from me forever?” I asked her, dumbfounded. My own dose of fear started to rumble to life.
“Yes. To protect my heart. This is serious for me.”
I couldn’t look at her and let her take that leap of faith on her own. It would have been comfortable to stay in my zone and never venture outside of it. I would have been perfectly fine to live my life never admitting to being afraid of anything or loving anyone but then I wouldn’t be living life.
I’d be hiding from it.
I’d chased fear for years and now I had something right in front of me that terrified the fuck out of me. I was scared to keep it but I was even more afraid to lose it. Losing her, even as a friend, would ruin me. It would be a slow painful process that I wanted no parts of.
“It’s serious to me too, Cecily.” She tried to move from my lap but I wouldn’t let her. I’d finally found my weak spot and it was her. I never wanted her far from me.
I ran my fingers through her hair and drew in a deep breath. “I don’t want to lose you…ever.”
“Then give me something I can hold on to, Bear.” Her lips trembled and I saw tears wetting her eyes. She pushed off of me and stood up. I knew she was nervous. I knew she had to move around.
“Come here, please.”
“No. I can’t be close to you. You make it hard for me to think and breathe and it’s driving me crazy because this shit is so intense. I know you need time okay? I know. I’m not trying to push you.” Words rambled out of her mouth as she moved closer to the door. The fear of losing her pushed me to my feet. I caught her by the door and pinned her against the wall.
“I love you, Cecily,” I said, finally. “I’ve always loved you. I was too closed off to see it before.” I grabbed her neck and pulled her lips to mine. “Don’t ever leave me. My world would die. I’d never be the same.” Her eyebrows flew up to her hairline and tears rolled down her cheeks with no sign of stopping.
“I love you too,” she cried quietly with her mouth fused to mine and her arms around my neck. It was the best feeling in the world. It was better than any murder or drug deal.
“Say that shit again, baby doll. It’s my favorite song.”
“I love you, Bear.” She yelped when I lifted her off her feet and carried her back to the bed where I wanted her. I fell between her thighs and breathed in the sweet earthy fragrance of her pussy. It was the most exquisite perfume I’d ever smelled. It streaked the air and I couldn’t wait to cover myself in it.
“I know I’m not the lovemaking type but can I fuck youbecauseI love you?” I asked her. Beads of precum leaked from my dick. I needed to be inside of her.
“Fuck me because you love me, Bear,” she begged. I snatched her boy shorts off and threw them across the room then plunged into her cunt hard and deep.
I took my time stroking Cecily because she was better than aged scotch. I wanted to savor her for as long as possible. I pushed her long legs back toward the headboard then pressed my weight against her so she could feel my thick dick stretch her to her limit. “Bear!” She moaned and painted the air with my name. I was going to make sure she decorated the whole house the same way.
I leaned down and bit her neck, not worrying about leaving marks on her…not worrying about the pain. I knew she liked it all. When I was buried inside her wetness, she was my nasty bitch. She was the love of my fucking life and she always had been.
“Fuck me,” she purred while I drilled in deeper. I fed her my dick inch by inch until she was a tight vice around me. I fucked the words out of her. I fucked her chest-to-chest, mouth-to-mouth, soul to fucking soul.
Slick cream coated my dick, making it shine like a prized jewel while I thrust in and out of her. Every stroke made her melt and made me ache in a way that told me I’d been restrained my entire life, now I was finally free. I was a new man now.
Honey poured from her in rivers while I teased her pretty pussy. Her moans reached a fever pitch when I squeezed her fat little clit between my fingers and drove my dick as deep as she would allow. I felt her juices trickle down my balls and I shut my eyes against the pressure building inside of me.
“Bear…” When she called my name it sounded like pure sugar. It pulled something deep and ancient from me.
“Goddamn, Cecily. I can’t hold on anymore.”
“I want you to come inside of me,” she said, scratching my back. That was it. That was the fucking kill switch.
