Page 121 of Bears Behaving Badly
“Turn over,” he growled, his voice so deep it was almost unrecognizable. She obliged as fast as she could, because everything she had just said was the truth, and she wanted that thick, hot length inside her again, she wanted to feel him thrusting so hard it was like he was in her throat, she wanted to be mounted and invaded, and she didn’t care if it hurt, she wanted to see the fresh bruises the next morning and blush, but not for shame.
She’d barely had time to get into position before he slammed into her so fast she had to grab for the headboard.
He pulled out and for a long, agonizing second didn’t move. “Are you okay?”
“More cock, please,” she managed, wriggling an invitation.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, “your already-perfect ass is fucking heart-shaped.”
“More cock, please. If you do it hard enough, I won’t have to touch myself at all. You’ll be big enough and I’ll be wet enough and I’ll come untouched.” This was a lie, but a lie told to good effect. She’d confess later.
“Iwantyou to touch yourself,” he ground out, thrusting again. “I want to see you making yourself feel good. When we’re both healed up, I’ll be able to stroke you all over while I’m fucking you like this, just like this, but until I can manage that, until I—I—I—ah—I want you to rub your clit and pinch your nipples and push back against me. I want you to make yourself whimper. I want you to lose your mind while you’re touching yourself, while you’re spreading yourself for my cock with your delectable ass in the air. Do it, Annette.”
Oh Jesus.Was there anything hotter than a confident man who loved watching his partner get off? She had no idea, and it was getting hard to think. It was getting hard to do anything but want to mewl and plead. Things were starting to hurt, but literally everything else her body was doing—the warnings from her nervous system, breathing, cellular mitosis, all that irrelevancy—faded before the pleasure that was swamping her brain. She reached down, found her swollen clit, rubbed lightly and moaned.Oh, he’s going to make me… I never come this fast, but he…he…
He groaned as she shivered against him. “More, Annette. I want to see your fingers slick and shiny. I want you to forget every fucking thing in the world except how good my cock feels.” She was whimpering, she knew, she was trying to speak, ask, beg, but all she could manage were little bitten-off noises as she took his cock, as he filled her and retreated and filled her again, as pleasure started to spread from her belly outward, as she met every thrust with desperate welcome. “Jesus Christ, thesoundsyou’re making… Are you close, honey? Because I’m very fucking close.”
“Please…David…please…please…”
“If you’re not, it’s okay. It might even be better that way. I’ll come and then flip you over, and then I’ll touch you everywhere you want, and everywhereIwant, and then I’ll get my mouth on that sweet cunt of yours, which I have been fuckingdreamingabout for days, and I’ll lick and tease your clit while I’m fingering you, you’ll be so slippery with me, I’ll keep you spread open for me like a feast until you’re coming for me,Christ, I’ll make you feel so good, Annette, any way you’ll…let…me…”
“D-David…I’m…” Now that sweet ache was spreading everywhere, she was so close to the point of no return, desperate to reach the edge so she could plunge over. “More. Talk more.”
“And I haven’t even talked about what I’ll do to you with whipped cream and maple syrup.”
And she was gone, she was flying, pleasure thrummed through her entire body while David let out a roar behind her. She could actually feel the temperature change as he filled her, his grip on her hips tightening to the point of pain, then loosening as he collapsed against her. Thanks to the domino effect, she went down, too, flat on her belly and too sated to move.
A good minute went by while the only sounds were their panting. Finally, she managed, “You okay? How are the ribs?”
“I…have…ribs?”
“Several.” She chuckled, reached out blindly, found his hand, squeezed. “My God, David. That was beyond incredible.”
“Back atcha. Sorry. I know I should be saying something flowery and sensitive, but my brain’s off-line for the foreseeable future.”
“How off-line can you be if you’re throwing around words like ‘foreseeable’? And you said plenty of flowery things. Excellent dirty talk, David. Justsuperb.”
“Muh.”
“David?”
“Buh.”
“Getting a little hard to breathe, David.”
“Oh…sorry.”
After some careful wriggling, they were on their backs, looking at the ceiling. “You’re staying over, right?”
He groped, found her hand, clasped it, kissed her palm. “Absolutely.”
“Excellent.” She paused, thinking. “Thank you for this week.”
“Pretty sure my line is ‘No, thankyou.’”
“I’m not just talking about the sex. I mean all of it. You could’ve been hurt. Worse than you were, I mean. Or killed. But you never quit.”
“Neither did you,” he pointed out.
