BEARed to You(28)

It became instantly clear the mattress had seen better days and the bed’s frame hadn’t been tested in some time. There were a couple of loud squeaks as she bounced, then a popping sound and then a loud thud. The mattress dropped about a foot and a half. Abby squealed in surprise and then fell into eye-watering, belly-clenching laughter. The tears flowed like champagne at a wedding. She couldn’t stop them. And she just about peed her pants when Tarik got all studly and pounced on the bed with her, and a loud rattle and crunch followed. “We. Broke. The. Bed,” she said between guffaws.

To her glee, he turned all jungle cat and lunged forward, knocking her on her back. Holding his upper body over hers on outstretched arms thicker than her thighs, he looked down at her like she was his next meal. What an absolutely delightful place to be!

Hungry, are you?

He licked his lips and lowered his head to give her a toe-curler of a kiss. It started out soft and sensual, mostly lips, a little bit of teeth. She loved a man who could take his time with a kiss. It suggested he’d take his time with other things too.

After teasing her mouth with his for a while, he set his tongue exploring. It delved into her mouth, caressed her own tongue, checked out the scene further inside then left to find new and unconquered territory—her ear. The entire left side of her body became covered with goose bumps and little bursts of heat shot through her bloodstream. She lifted her arms to reach for him, but he caught her wrists in his hands and pushed them up over her head until they were pressed against the mattress.

She was ready to melt now!

Whimpering because she couldn’t speak, she took one last, wandering look at the wonder that was Tarik and then let her eyelids fall closed, shutting her into the dark world of her desire. Sensations intensified as he ran his tongue down her neck. Touches felt stronger, more erotic. Sounds louder. She licked her lips, tasting the sweet flavor of his kiss and balled her hands into tight fists.

Did he have any idea how much she wanted him now?

“You’re absolutely perfect. Do you know that?” he asked with a husky voice that made him sound like he’d just run a marathon. Before she could answer, he added, “I want you so much.”

Take me! Take me! Hoping he’d get the message, she kicked off one of her boots then followed up with the other one.

The man proved once again how well he read her mind, body language, whatever. He unsnapped her jeans and yanked them off. When she started to move her hands to help him, he growled, “No. Don’t move.”

She was really loving this!

“Okay,” she said cheerily, returning her hands to their former position above her head.

“If I could, I’d tie you up. I can tell you’ve been waiting for this, for a man who’ll take control in the bedroom.”

Yes, yes!

“You want to surrender to your man, don’t you?” he asked in a growly voice.

“Yes,” she said on a sigh. But only you. Only this man.

“You will surrender to me.”

She felt herself smiling as he roughly removed the rest of her clothing until she was flat on her back, arms up, hands clasped together above her head, breasts pushed high into the air.

Her legs were flat on the bed, pressed together. She knew they wouldn’t stay that way long.

He ran a fingertip down her body, starting at the base of her throat. Down, between her breasts…the center of her stomach…into her belly button. It stopped just a bit north of her pussy. Her thighs clenched as expectation pulled her muscles into knots.

Her own breathing echoed in her head. Fast and shallow. In between panting breaths quiet little sighs and moans slipped between her lips. She wanted more. So much more.

He slid his hands between her knees and pushed outward, forcing them apart, wide, wider, wider. The cool air chilled her wet pussy, making her shiver. “Mmmm. I love the way you smell.”

She loved the way he sounded.

And looked.

And felt.

And smelled too.

His hair tickled the insides of her thighs as he lowered his head to taste her.

At the first touch of his tongue to her nether lips, she clenched her stomach and tipped her hips, silently begging him to deepen his touches. She needed him inside her. Her pussy was burning with the urge to be filled. How long would he make her wait?

He parted her labia with his fingers and flicked his tongue back and forth over her clit. The motion sent little jolts of pleasure buzzing up her spine. Bursts of white light exploded behind her closed eyelids and she sucked in a few clipped gasps.

More, more, more!

He pushed two fingers inside her while continuing to torment her clit with that agile tongue of his.

Oh, she was going to die. Or had she already died…and gone to heaven?