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Thankfully, I feel Eloise tighten around me because I won’t be able to last much longer. It’s my firm belief that women should come first, but I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold out long enough for that today.
With a sharp cry, she sinks her teeth into the muscles of my shoulder, the walls of her channel gripping me like a fist. The unexpectedness of her bite sends me into sensory overload, and I feel myself coming like I’ve never done before
“Oh God, so good. So good. So good,” I hear her chant as she continues to ride me slowly, almost as if she’s unable to stop. Her whole body sags, and I’m forced to adjust my stance to take the added weight or risk dropping her. Eloise rests quietly against me for a moment, and then she says, “Let’s do that again.”
“Are you trying to kill me woman?” Her tinkle of laughter is like music to my ears.
“Too old to keep up?”
“I’ll show you ‘too old’. Put your feet down. I need to get these jeans off before I faceplant. Then all bets are off.”
She giggles but does as I ask. In the blink of an eye, the woman is off and running down the hall.
“First one to the room gets to be on top,” she says through the giggles, dashing for what I’m assuming is her bedroom.
5
ELOISE
Bear may be a big man, in every sense of the word let me tell you, but holy shit he moves quietly. Even with his boots on I don’t hear him coming until I’m scooped up and thrown over his shoulder in a fireman’s lift.
Not normally a screamer, I can’t prevent the shriek of surprise. I can only imagine what we must look like, clothing half on, half off our bodies, disheveled and sticky from fucking against my front door. Yeah, I said it. Mainly because that’s all it is – hot, sweaty sex with a hot guy. A bodily exorcism of mental ghosts.
Since all the doors of my small apartment are open, it’s not difficult to figure out which one is mine. He carries me into my room, then gently sets my feet down on the floor. His hands remain cupped around my waist to steady me as I find my footing.
Play growling, he wiggles his eyebrows at me. “Get naked woman. I won, and I intend to do all kinds of things to that delicious body of yours.”
“How did you win? We both arrived in the room at the same time.”
“Yeah, but my feet were the only ones on the ground, so I win by default.”
I toss my bra I’ve just taken off at him. “That’s cheating.”
“All’s fair in war and fucking,” he quips.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how the saying goes.”
“Nope, but it works for me. Best get moving on getting naked. Time’s running out. I’m about to collect my spoils of war.”
I’ve barely removed the last item of clothing – I don’t think I’ve ever gotten undressed this quickly, like ever – when Bear launches himself at me, tackling me to the bed. For the second time in mere minutes, I find myself squealing. So unlike me. But man, I’m having the time of my life.
Who knew a day that started out so shitty would end so great? No doubt, the copious amount of alcohol I’ve consumed is helping. But there’s no denying Bear is a big part of that. He’s been nothing but a gentleman, making me feel better on a day I wished I’d just stayed in bed. Even when I thought I’d overstepped and felt embarrassed because I thought he wasn’t interested – yeah, even then, he was great.
The woman who snags him one day is going to be so lucky. He definitely seems like a man who knows how to treat a woman right. Out of the blue, a yearning to be that woman hits me right in the chest. For a second, I can’t quite catch my breath. Shaking the feelings off, I turn my attention back to the moment at hand to find Bear staring down at me.
“Where’d you go?”
“Sorry, kinda zoned for a moment – probably ’cause I’m not used to consuming so much alcohol at once.” I giggle, trying to make light of my distraction.
“Makes sense. You’re cute when you’re tanked.” He tweaks my nose before turning his attention to my breasts.
With the softest touch, he feathers a forefinger over my nipples, first one, then the other tightly furled bud, then brushes them with his thumbs. They plump and harden more under the attention he’s lavishing on them. Giving a little pinch, he lowers his head, his lips following the same route as his fingers.
I can’t contain my whimper at how good it feels. With lips and tongue, Bear peppers tiny butterfly kisses over my jaw, my neck, seeming to revel in every moan and sigh. I can feel the rock-hard length of him pulse against my thigh.
He again laves first one nipple, then the other, this time placing open-mouthed kisses all over my cleavage. Working his way down, he continues to place those heart-melting, soft kisses all down my stomach. When he finally reaches my navel, he leans back to take in the belly ring nestled into the little indent. Not exactly department regulations, but who’s ever going to know it’s there unless I tell them?
Reaching the junction of my thighs, Bear rubs his nose over my neatly trimmed mound, taking a deep breath as if to take my scent deep into his lungs. He gently parts my legs, revealing the puffy, glistening lips hidden between them.
