Page 19 of Poke the Bear

I’d have agreed to sell him my first-born child, if that’s what it took to keep this going, to get me where I needed to go. My hips thrust up and against him, searching for the hardness I suddenly needed.

“Freya, this… whatever it is.” He pulled away to stroke his hand over my bustier and I let out a small growl of frustration. “It’s really pretty, but I need—”

I cut him off, my hands going to the clasps that ran down the front, unhooking them with undue haste, until he stopped me. And that’s when we both went quiet. He held my eyes as he took over the job, doing it with far too much skill if what he said was true.

That when his hand smoothed over the bare slope of my breast now, that this was the first time he’d ever done so. That when he seemed to weigh the heavy swell, then sink his fingers into the softness, that he didn’t have anything to compare with it. And somehow I believed it. He stared at me, at my body, with a kind of rapt fascination, but as his fingers found my nipples again, I broke it. Or rather sharpened it. He watched my responses, catalogued them, until I flopped back onto the bed and let him have his way.

This felt oh so selfish. My hand slid over his shoulders, glorying in the broad span of them, but from everything I’d read, to be a good lover, I needed to please him too. But then his mouth darted forward, capturing a painfully tight nipple and sucking. Our groans came out at the same time, as all thoughts were driven out of my head.

Fingers were tight, tight, tight kinds of pleasure, but this was both softer and spikier. My breast felt like it swelled in time with each suck, sending long, slow, sensual waves of pleasure washing over me.

“Adam…” I barely whispered his name. “Adam…” He pulled his mouth off, checking in with me, then chuckled as I put his mouth right back to work. “Oh god, yes, just like that.”

I was a tide, being pulled out, out, out, but he was the moon, forcing me to swell. My hips moved instinctively towards him, needing something inside me, something much bigger than the toys I used at home. And right as I was making some incoherent plea for just that, he reached down and jerked my underwear right off, before spearing his fingers in.

Fuck, yes.

I told him just that as I rode his hand, any idea of keeping my cool well and truly gone. If this was sex, I got it now. It was the same shit I did myself and yet so completely different. He was working to get me off, seeing what pleased me and then going back for more. The rasp of his stubble against my breast, the small sounds he made, the way his hips ground against me, that hard cock rubbing in time with his strokes. We were both racing closer to the finish line, when I reached down.

I was ready to throw caution to the wind, trying to undo his pants, even as he was destroying me. But he forced me back, pulling his mouth free to say this.

“Just like this.” His fingers curled up and then I saw stars as those blunt tips rubbed hard against something inside me. “Come like this for me, Freya, and I’ll give you fucking everything. Come for me.”

His voice went from entreaty to growly demand, then he lunged back, sucking hard on my nipple. He pressed another finger in, then another, until there was a sweet burn to my pleasure, along with this incomplete feeling of fullness.

I knew how it’d feel when he finally fucked me, and it wasn’t because I had quite the stash of toys. Somehow I just knew he’d satisfy that ache deep inside me in ways I couldn’t replicate. Right as I reached my peak, there was a moment of sadness, that I could feel this good, but only now, yet somehow that just made it all the sweeter. He told me to come for him and I did, my whole body going into riot.

Everything jerked, twitched, riding those waves of ecstasy as I screamed out my response. Part of me was quietly horrified, but that was easy to shove to one side. His fingers get moving, his thumb brushing oh so lightly across my clit, stringing the pleasure along until it finally faded away.

I blinked owlishly, the room suddenly coming back into focus as he reared up, taking his sticky fingers and then shoving them into his mouth. He licked each finger clean of me.

“Fuck, you taste sweet.”

I felt faintly embarrassed by that, but he slid off the side of the bed, dragging me with him. My legs were placed on either side of his head, right before I was about to protest.

“Adam, I can’t—”

“Sweet as honey, beautiful, and I need a taste. You can let me do that, right? Just a little bit. Please?”

I let out a full-body groan, putting my hand in his hair.

“Fuck, when you ask like that.”

Chapter 11

Adam

Holy fuck, I was in heaven.

The way she felt when her cunt snapped tight around my fingers, the swells of those fantastic tits. I thanked the bear gods for the amazing mate they’d given me, but never more than now. I bowed before the altar of her cunt, spreading all that sweet pink flesh wide and watched the slick begin to form. Her channel flexed, as if remembering the pleasure I’d already given her, or because she wanted more, right before I lunged forward.

Humans would get weirded out by it, but when we were old enough to listen to their advice sensibly, the mums and the nanas all got together and told us how to treat our mates right when we got them in bed.

Don’t go too hard, one of the nanas had said during sex ed, but don’t go too soft either. Make sure you pay attention to her clit, said another. But be careful, one of the mums said, it could be very sensitive. But somehow I knew just what my girl needed, more than she did. She thought she couldn’t come for me again, but I’d prove her wrong. First a long lick along her whole seam, that was for me. I collected her taste, slurping her slick down. But then I started to do what she needed.

Soft little licks around her clit as the hypersensitivity faded, I was persuading the little nub that another round would be a good idea. But when she stopped jerking away, anticipating I’d be too rough, she seemed to come around. I was sure she could barely even feel the tip of my tongue, drawing tiny little circles around her clit, then nudging it slightly to test her readiness.

That long, soft moan told me everything.

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