Page 20 of The Bear's Forever Mat
Amber did an experimental squeeze of her inner muscles and couldn’t stop from snickering when he cursed and started panting.
“Like that?” She did it again.
Cooper tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted. “Trouble.”
“Yourtrouble. Now…are we going to sit here all day, or what?”
She should have held the teasing comment and saved her breath to deal with the avalanche of ecstasy about to arrive.
Cooper took control. Lifting her carefully, dropping her down. Bringing their torsos close enough that his firm abdomen muscles were right there, begging for her hands. She swept her fingers over the strong ridges and muscles before leaning in all the way and making contact. His chest and her breasts meshed together, her already sensitive nipples taking the brunt of the attack.
His cock made happy little nerve endings inside her dance with delight. Each pulse seemed more deliberate, deeper, and more intense. Slowly speeding up until Amber hovered on the final edge.
She gripped his shoulder with one hand, nails digging in, and slipped the other between their bodies. Teasing the line where his cock disappeared into her, getting her fingers wet. She brought them just slightly higher and made contact with her clit.
Her knuckles grazed his abs, and his grip tightened again. Hard enough she felt each finger dig into her butt cheeks. “What do you need?” he growled. “I want to feel you come around me.”
“Nearly. Nearly. More…” Amber opened her eyes and looked down. His strong body and hers were intimately twined together. A bit of light shone off the sweat on his naked torso.
His forearms rippled as he slipped one hand down and laid his fingers over hers to copy her motions and add pressure.
Those damn forearms.
Okay, playing with her clit and the fullness of his cock were also part of it, but she was totally awarding the assist for this orgasm to his forearms.
Amber decided that before she stopped thinking enough to be amused by the idea.
Cooper pumped into her one last time and held her against him, cock buried deep. Her orgasm pulsed around him, and he threw his head back and roared.
Aftershocks arrived, one rocking pulse after another, and every time her body tightened and discovered the rock-solid length still there to squeeze, she grew a little more breathless.
“Cooper? You. Didn’t. Come?” One word at a time was all she was capable of.
His gaze met hers and he smiled. A sweet, caring smile as he brushed her hair back from her face and slowly angled his hips. The motion moved his heavy cock inside her, and another aftershock hit.
They both groaned.
He leaned his forehead on hers. “I came. And will again. And again, and a few more times after that. But I don’t have to be inside you for all of them.”
Amber blinked. The Very Blunt Talk with her friends had included this data. Sex came in a multitude of flavours, and she was going to try the entire fifty-one options before this week was over if she had any say in it.
“Whatever it takes to make you happy,” she whispered. “Truly. I’m here for you, Cooper. Whatever you need.”
He tilted her chin so he could examine her face carefully. Such a strange contrast of patience and pleasure, considering she was still anchored on his erection.
“I…” His eyes widened and he swore softly. “Oh, damn.”
Amber paused. Okay, the whole holding a conversation while sitting on an erect cock was a new experience, but so be it. “What?”
“Birth control?” He looked moderately horrified and worried, and she hurried to reassure him.
“Covered. Well, not literally, obviously, but I’m on birth control.” She poked him in the chest. “Come on. I know shifters don’t carry STDs, so we didn’t need a condom for that, but birth control still needs to be dealt with. You really think I’d let you near me without making you suit up otherwise?”
He relaxed for a second before something flashed in his eyes that was a whole lot hotter and wilder. His hand swept up her back and he tangled his fist in her hair, tugging to lift her face to his. “Why are you on birth control?”
Amber stilled. Cooper had asked sort of politely, but that wasn’t his voice. His bear, or the wild side of him in human form, clearly wasn’t pleased.
She thought back to her friends’ warnings about how mating fever made guys uber-possessive. But there was a part inside her that wasn’t interested in placating a hypersensitive shifter regardingthis, not even if he were in the midst of a hormonally demanding situation.
