BEARed to You(20)

He wanted to possess her. To spill his seed inside over and over and over again. Yet a tiny part of him knew he shouldn’t, that to impregnate her could put her in more jeopardy than she was already in. Not to mention an innocent child. He’d taken her word for it the first time, that there could be no pregnancy but he didn’t want to take that chance again.

He helped her to the floor, and once she was nude and lying comfortably on the thick rug before the fire, he pulled her knees apart. Her skin took on a golden glow from the fire. Her hair looked like flames fanned around her head. Her eyes were dark. They said more than he suspected she knew.

He moistened a fingertip with his mouth then parted her labia. Her clit sat nestled under her damp curls, glistening with her juices. She arched her back the instant he touched her there.

Dammit, she looked so lovely, her tits pushed high into the air, her nipples pink points, beckoning him. Her soft legs parted, her cream coating her pussy. He wanted to sink his cock into her tight heat and fuck her hard. Fuck her until she screamed his name, until she begged him to do it over and over again.

No. No. Not like that.

He’d take her slow. He’d build up the tension until neither of them could stand it anymore. They’d find bliss together.

Yes, that’s how she deserved to have it.

He started by eating her. She smelled incredible and tasted even better. He flicked his tongue over her clit while gliding two fingers into her tight canal. In and out they went, in time with the rhythm of his tongue. She moaned and groaned, threw her head from side to side and tensed up her legs, parting them wider for him.

“Yes, my sweet. That’s the way. Open to me. Open wide.”

The sound of her ragged breathing was like a tonic. It sent waves of wanting crashing through his body. Building, building. He had to have her. He needed her. Now.

No. No!

He added two more fingers. She was tight around them. So hot and tight.

“Oh God,” she shouted. Her body trembled beneath him. “No more. Please.”

He didn’t stop but he did slow down. His fingers dragged in and out of her at the pace of a turtle. Three tremors accompanied each push in and each pull out. His tongue continued to tease her clit but also slower. He used long swipes now instead of short flicks.

It was only when she screamed, “Fuck me now,” that he stopped.

He gently rolled her onto her stomach then helped her onto her hands and knees. “Yeah. That’s the way. I want to fuck you from behind. I’m going to fuck your pussy and then I’m going to fuck your ass.”

“Oh God,” she squeaked.

He reached around her hip and stroked her clit while entering her in an agonizingly slow thrust. He felt every ridge in her inner walls as he drove deeper. And every inch as he pulled out again. She tossed her head back. Her hair fell in a spray of flashing gold over her shoulders and back. Fucking gorgeous.

She rocked back and forth, meeting his thrusts as he settled into an easy pace. Her inner walls gripped him tightly. Her juices coated his cock in sweet, slick heat. His balls tightened. The fire of his need threatened to consume him completely.

He could sense she was getting closer, that she was on the verge of orgasm. It was the scent in the air. Musky and sweet. It drove him crazy.

Unable to wait any longer, he pulled out of her pussy and after dampening her anus with some of her juices, pressed slowly into her ass.

Abby tensed beneath him. “It hurts.”

“This is the best way. Relax for me, kitten.” He moistened his fingers adding more lubrication. Dammit, she was tight and hot. When she opened to him, taking him all the way in, he stopped to give her a chance to get comfortable. He fucked her pussy with his fingers and she started shaking. “Touch your clit.”

“Yes. Oh God, yes.” Her fingernails grazed his knuckles as she traced a circle over her clit.

He met the rhythm of her strokes with the thrusts of cock and fingers until she was screaming her release. He followed a single heartbeat later, pumping his seed into her ass until there was nothing left. It just about killed him but he withdrew from her and let her lay down. He pulled the blanket from the chair, gathered her to him and covered them both up.

She pressed a single kiss to his shoulder and he smiled.

This was so right. So perfect.

He didn’t want it to end, even though he knew it had to. And sooner was better than later.

Already, after only a short time, he cared too much for Abby to let it go on any longer.

* * * * *

Abby lay beside Tarik, soaking in the heat radiating from his body. His breathing had settled into the slow, steady pattern of sleep, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Lost in her thoughts, she watched him sleep.