Page 120 of Bears Behaving Badly
“I’m so glad,” he managed. He seized her and kissed her, hard, but the moment she opened her mouth he gentled, licking into her mouth until she’d let go of his cock to cling to his wrists. “So. Fucking. Glad. But slow, okay, honey? Slow and steady wins the race.”
“This isn’t a race, you adorable idiot. Although I’ll admit a worrying percentage of men seem to think so. It’s the only explanation for why so many of them finish first.”
“Could we talk about something besides other guys?”
“Birth control? Don’t need it. I’m not in season and I’m on the implant. STDs? We don’t get them. What else is there?”
“Uh…”
“Here.” She took his hand, folded the fingers back until there were only two, then drew them down until the pads of his fingers were sliding over her clit and dipping down into the wetness below.
“Oh Christ.”
“Fuck slow and steady. I’m using profanity so you know I’m… Ohhhhhhh.” He was slipping and sliding his fingers over and around her clit, occasionally dipping lower, spreading the slick all over her tender flesh, then popping his fingers in his mouth to lick clean, then returning to the very center of her, smiling when she let out a quiet moan and moved her hips in an unconscious bid for more friction.
“God, your scent,” he groaned. “Yourtaste.”
“Yes. Oh…yes… What’s better for you? On your back?”
“Annette, the last thing I give a shit about right now are my ribs.”
“How fortunate that one of us does, in fact, give a shit. Let’s try this.” She sat up, flashed a wicked grin when he whined at the loss of contact, and carefully straddled him. “Okay?”
He looked up at her, his pupils blown so wide there was only the thinnest ring of blue to be seen. “Honestly? We could be done right now and I’d consider myself damned lucky.”
“Under any other circumstances I’d call that bluff.” She leaned forward, braced herself on an unbruised area of his chest, grasped his cock, and carefully began to lower herself onto it. The thick, plummy head slid into place like he was made for her, and for a few seconds, despite the aches that were starting up, she savored the long, delicious moment before the first good slide.
“Annette…God…take your…time…but I might…die… No pressure…though…”
She slowly eased herself onto him, her eyes slipping shut as that hot, hard warmth filled her, soothing one ache but awakening another. David was gripping her hips so hard she knew she’d have new bruises to add to the collection and did not give a ripe shit.
She rose up again until only the head was inside and David was staying still, so still beneath her, watching her with wide eyes, and when she dropped, harder this time, he let out a quiet growl.
“Oh, my,” she gasped, bracing her feet and beginning to rock back and forth. “That’s…quite…nice…”
“Yes. Yesyesyes. God, you taste as good as you look, and you look fucking incredible. Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“A bit. Worth it,” she added when he started to shift his weight. “You stay put.” She swooped down, pressed a kiss to his nipple, then bit down lightly, feeling as well as hearing the groan that rumbled through his chest. “Just…like…that…”
“Can I…move a bit?”
“As long as your cock stays inside me, you can do cartwheels.” She paused. “Don’t actually do cartwheels.”
He snorted, tightened his grip on her waist, planted his feet, and thrust up, hard. She let out a surprised shriek.
“Are you okay?”
“Again. Do that again.” She timed her rocking hips to his next thrust and they both groaned, and she laced his fingers with hers as they rocked together for the next blissful minute, and Annette could feel heat start coiling low in her belly. David forgot himself and arched to meet her, then let out a pained hiss and fell back.
“Don’t hurt yourself!” she cried, and stopped moving.
That earned her another hiss. “Shit. I’m okay, I just…The way my ribs are cracked, it actually would hurt less if we… Can we try something?”
“Anything,” she replied promptly. “On my back? In your lap? Should we retire to our corners, like boxers, and try again after we hydrate? Or do you want me on all…” He involuntarily tensed, and she had her answer. “Ah. I see.” She smiled and leaned in. “Is that how you like it? You want me on all fours so you can take me? So all you have to do is glance down to watch yourself sliding in and out of me, all slick and sweet?”
“Annette… Christ…”
“So you can admire my ass while you’re fucking me? So you can watch the muscles in my back work while I’m moving to take your cock? That position is really intense for me, David. It makes me desperate. I’ll try to spread my legs for you even more than they already are, I’ll tryso hardto open myself up for you as much as I can, to give you everything I can, and it won’t be enough, and I’ll get loud, and I’ll beg, David. You’ll be able to make me beg.”
