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Heat washes through my body from head to toe as I can’t unglue my gaze from the way her mouth falls open and her eyes drift shut. Her chest jerks with uneven breaths. As her legs begin to quake the slightest bit, she throws a hand out for balance, and it lands on my abs. I groan.
“Bear,” she murmurs softly. I almost miss her saying my name between the spray of the water from the showerhead and the roar of blood rushing in my ears. A swift intake of breath precedes another desperate-sounding cry.
Fucking hell. My dick is tenting my underwear, and I’m so goddamn hard it makes it difficult to form any coherent thoughts. Reaching for her, I grasp her hips, telling myself over and over again that it’s only to steady her, but that’s a fuckin’ lie. Now that I’ve touched her again, I crave the feel of all that soft skin at my fingertips.
“Bear,” she chants again. Her hips rock, and she hasn’t moved the vibrator from the exact spot she wants it. This is a girl who knows what works for her. My fingers dig into her skin. She opens her eyes, and the deep blue of them is almost overtaken by her dilated pupils. She’s a ridiculous temptation.
I outright growl, sexual frustration swamping me. I wrench the vibrator from between her legs. She gasps, blinking up at me, but before she can say a word, I’ve spun her around. As soon as her hands hit the marble tiles, I yank her hips back, bending her at the waist.
I shove my boxer briefs down far enough to let my cock spring free. This is insanity, but I can’t stop myself. Don’t want to. And from the eager look on Lennon’s face as she peeks at me over her shoulder, she doesn’t want me to either. I notch my dick at the entrance to her incredibly wet pussy and slam it home.
“Oh, fuck.” Her mumbled curse hisses out with the breath that heaves from her, back arching as she takes me fully inside her. And now that we’re doing this, I allow myself to really look. My gaze skims over the curve of her hips, her slender waist, and if I tilt my head to the side, her breasts swing with every stroke I make inside her.
I thrust, the wet slap of my pelvis meeting her ass spurs me on. I grasp her hip with one hand, curling around her body. “God, Lennon, you feel so fucking good.” My head grows hazy from every fucking sense being overwhelmed—the way the water splashes as we move together, the feel of her slick skin against mine, the warmth of her pussy, and—oh god—the sounds of our cries and moans intermingling.
It takes me a second to recognize that I still have her vibrator in my other hand. I wet my lips, studying it. This little guy and I? We’re on the same fuckin’ team. I bring my hand between her legs, touching the buzzing vibrator to her clit, and her head immediately snaps backward. She lets out a throaty groan. The effects of using the toy are swift and unmistakable. Lennon’s already ridiculously tight pussy squeezes around my dick in a rather violent manner. It catches her by surprise almost as much as it does me. And this girl—the orgasm just goes and goes. It must be a full thirty seconds before she finally sags a bit in my arms, her breath gusting from her.
“Holy fuck.”
TWENTY-FOUR
LENNON
Bear switchesoff my little pink vibe and tosses it to the shower floor, belting my waist with one strong arm and bringing the other up to my breast. He growls again in my ear as he brushes his thumb back and forth over my nipple, “Did that feel good, Little Gazelle? Is that what you needed?”
It takes me a few seconds because my body continues to intermittently clench around his monster cock—which I’d thought was big when I felt it prodding between my legs the night of my sleepwalking incident but seems infinitely bigger now that it’s buried deep inside me. “Yes.” I shudder. I feel so good, I wish I could put into words that he’s rocked my world.
“You’re something else, you know that, Lennon?”
I crane my neck, finding his eyes. They burn with lust. “I’ve learned to take what I want.”
“Good. I fuckin’ like that. But I’m not nearly done with you.” His hot breath cascades from his lips, one heady gust after another, raising goose bumps along my flesh. He subtly nudges his cock deeper, and I let out a strangled moan, nodding in agreement. Flames of desire lick my skin, making me needy for whatever he wants to do to me. My entire body is like melting wax, soft and pliant. He nudges his nose along the side of my neck, trailing his lips along the same path. His scruff tickling my skin makes me shudder with white-hot desire. He squeezes my breast, massaging it before moving to the other, toying with the taut peak. The toughened skin on his palm brushes over one nipple again and again, making my breath catch in my throat.
Bear uncurls himself from around my body, and I let out a whimper from the loss of his warm body at my back. But then he slowly slides his hand from the top of my ass, running it over every single vertebra until he reaches my neck where he skims his thumb over the sensitive skin. He rocks back, his cock withdrawing until just the tip is at my entrance before driving forward, plunging himself inside my greedy pussy. The knowledge that he’s watching himself push his entire length into me, over and over, has a ripple of desire flowing through me.
He keeps up this drugging, addicting rhythm until tension has coiled so tightly in my lower abdomen that I’m frantic, needing release again.
“Please,” I beg, fingers scrabbling for purchase on the tiled wall in front of me, though I find nothing to hold onto.
Bear’s husky, deep voice hits me hard, like a punch to my lady bits. “What do you need?”
“I-I’m close.”
He grunts and drags his fingertips from my back around to my waist. Each stroke of his fingers over my skin delivers blinding pleasure, but I want him to touch me. Need it.
I breathe a ragged sigh of relief as his fingers move swiftly past my belly and dive between my legs to brush over my clit. I gasp. “Yes. Right there. Fuck.”
His breathing is more and more labored with each snap of his hips against my ass. The way his fingers stroke my clit, it’s as if he’s in a friendly competition with my vibrator to see how fast he can make me come. The honest truth is that it will take very little to send me over the edge. I’m steeped in pleasure, floating on the most beautiful cloud of lust.
“Fuck. Gonna come.” Bear’s big body stills behind me, cock buried to the hilt. After a moment, I feel him jerk, then rock ever so slightly as he gasps out, “Lennon.”
I imagine his cum shooting into my body, and I’ve never been so grateful for the implant I’d decided on years ago. Another harsh breath heaves from me as he provides just the right friction, then pinches my clit ever so slightly, setting off my orgasm. An avalanche of feeling cascades throughout my body.
A boneless, satisfied mess, all I can do for several minutes afterward is make sure oxygen reaches my lungs. I’m fairly certain if Bear were to remove his hold on me that I’d fall in a heap on the shower floor. I can’t even think, I’m so caught up in the echoes of what we just did.
As the water coming out of the showerhead turns a lukewarm temperature, Bear pulls out and carefully releases his hold on me, making sure I’m steady on my feet. I turn around, a teasing smile on my face, expecting to find something similar on his. Instead, I’m greeted with a frown, his brows drawn sharply together in the middle of his forehead and his jaw working overtime about whatever is in his head.
“What’s wrong?” I scan his face, looking for a clue, but find none. “Bear?” I reach out to touch my hand to his chest, but he backs away. Confused, I wait for him to say something… anything to explain his swift change in attitude.
