Page 10 of Hot For Her Bear

Dasha didn’t take her eyes off Saffron’s center. She opened her book to a blank page. She snagged the pencil that was resting near where the book had been originally. She drew big strokes, and Saffron wished she could see the picture come to life. The heat in Dasha’s eyes was rising. Her gaze was like a warm caress to Saffron’s skin. She could feel everywhere the shifter’s attention lingered.

Saffron’s body temperature skyrocketed. She bit her lip, staring at the bear shifter who was focused on sketching her. Saffron’s body trembled, her arousal growing. She could feel the slickness grow in between her legs. Her core pulsed with need.

Saffron dug her fingers into the soft grass. Dasha paused, her nose flaring as she inhaled. A low grow vibrated from her chest. She had sensed Saffron was aroused, and the fact that she knew turned Saffron on even more. Her hips thrust forward, seeking what she needed. She eyed Dasha, wishing she’d come and bury her face between her legs.

What would it feel like to have her tongue sliding between her folds? To have her tug on her clit?

Saffron’s head dropped back, and she imagined it. A whimper escaped her. Her ears picked up on the sound of Dasha moving. She lifted her head and found Dasha had set the book down and was crawling toward her on her knees.

“Your scent,” Dasha murmured. Her focus was locked on Saffron’s center. She moved to kneel between Saffron’s legs.

“What about it?” Saffron asked. She was curious as to how her scent could affect Dasha. From the looks of it, she was under a spell. Her hands rested on Saffron’s thighs.

“It’s calling me,” Dasha admitted.

Her hands, callused, slid along the soft suppleness of Saffron’s thighs. The feel of her roughness elicited a shiver to ripple through Saffron. She dropped her thighs completely open for Dasha.

“I need to taste it.” Dasha’s voice grew huskier. The amber flames in her eyes revealed her bear was near the surface.

Saffron practically screamed for her to go ahead, but she kept herself as calm as she could, considering her heart was racing.

“Go ahead. Taste me,” she whispered.

Saffron watched with bated breath. Dasha lowered herself to lie on her stomach, putting her at eye level with Saffron’s pussy. Saffron’s eyes fluttered closed once Dasha’s mouth covered her pussy. She moaned, arching her hips. Dasha’s tongue parted her slit. She gasped at the sensation of her tongue sliding through her soaked center.

Another growl ripped from Dasha. Her hands tightened on Saffron’s thighs, holding them open. She feasted on Saffron as if this was her last meal. Her hot mouth closed around Saffron’s clit.

Saffron’s arms gave out, unable to hold her up any longer. She lay back on the ground, basking in the sensation of Dasha’s mouth tasting her most intimate parts. Her breaths grew faster, making it harder for her to breathe. Her legs were pushed up and out of the way by Dasha who grew more frantic. Her tongue dipped into her warm channel before skating down to her dark hole. She whimpered, enjoying every bit of this moment.

A cry escaped her when Dasha sank a finger into her. The bear shifter’s mouth was back on her clit, suckling it into her mouth. Her finger pumped in and out of Saffron’s channel before she introduced another one. She pushed them deep inside Saffron while increasing the pressure of her suckling. Saffron’s body writhed, unable to lie still. She thrust her hips forward, meeting the motions of Dasha’s hand. Her cries escaped her, growing louder. She had never been one to be quiet during sex, and with the way Dasha was consuming her, she had to let the world know how good the woman was eating her pussy.

Tremors racked her body. Her hand dove down, and she entwined her fingers in Dasha’s thick hair. Her hips gyrated against Dasha’s face. Her eyes shut tight while her she felt herself balance on the edge of ecstasy. She cried out, Dasha’s fingers pounding inside her. Another finger pushed forward, stretching her out. She gasped, loving how full she felt.

A sharp pinch on her clit sent her skyrocketing to the heavens. She screamed out, her orgasm taking over her. The intense electrical current rippled its way through her body. She gripped Dasha’s hair, grinding herself onto Dasha’s face.

Warm tears slipped from her eyelids. She fell back, panting. Her body jerked from the lingering aftershocks of her climax. Her body was flushed, her nipples beaded into tight buds. Everything on her was extremely sensitive. She opened her eyes and gazed down, meeting Dasha’s intense stare. Her bear shifter rose and crawled over her, bracing herself over Saffron. The look in her eyes was something Saffron had never seen before.

Dasha leaned down and pressed her lips to Saffron’s. Her tongue forced its way into Saffron’s mouth. She gently stroked Saffron’s tongue with hers. Saffron reached up and wrapped her arms around Dasha’s neck, pulling her down on top of her. She returned Dasha’s kiss with the fever that Dasha gave. She wrapped her legs around Dasha, trapping her.

Dasha broke the kiss and stared down at Saffron. Her hand came up, and she trailed her fingers down Saffron’s cheeks.

“Mine,” she growled. Her eyes burned even brighter. She pressed a hard kiss to Saffron’s lips then left a trail of hot kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. She nuzzled her face into the crook of Saffron’s neck.

Saffron arched up toward Dasha and turned her head automatically. She wasn’t sure why, but she needed to let Dasha have access to the column of her neck and shoulder. Dasha’s warm tongue skated along her skin, sending shivers through her.

“God, you have too many clothes on,” Saffron muttered.

She released her legs to allow Dasha room to move. Her finger went to the edge of the bear’s shirt, and she tugged on it. Dasha helped her, drawing it over her head, then tossing it. The rest of her clothes flew off before she came back to Saffron. They groaned simultaneously when their naked bodies slid along each other. Dasha’s body covered hers, their breasts pressing to each other.

Their mouths fused together in a deep, passionate kiss. Their legs became tangled until Dasha spread Saffron’s far apart. She straddled Saffron, holding her gaze. Saffron’s breath caught at the feeling of Dasha’s wet pussy lowering onto hers. Dasha reached between them, parting Saffron’s labia to expose her clit. She rocked her hips, bringing hers to rest on Saffron.

“This is mine,” Dasha said.

The possessive nature sent a ripple of desire through Saffron. She held Dasha’s gaze and gave a nod. If sex between them would always be like this, Dasha could have her.

Saffron thrust forward, wanting to feel their cores slide against each other. They both were extremely wet, allowing them to glide together in harmony.

Dasha increased her pace, her hand cupping Saffron’s breasts. She broke their stare and focused on Saffron’s mounds. Her hands covered them, massaging them. Saffron rested her hands on Dasha’s waist. She had already had one hard climax and could feel another one coming toward her. She was unsure how, but all she knew was that Dasha knew how to draw pleasure from her.

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