BEARed to You(8)

“Yeah.” He thought back to the impulses and sensations that had coursed through him when he had been a bear. “I could smell your fear. It made me want to chase you…it was like an instinct. A compulsion. I could barely stop myself.”

“But you did.” Trembling, she wrapped her arms around herself.

He scooped up the quilt and, circling her, wrapped it around her shaking form. He caught the scent of her hair as he walked. His cock stiffened.

Dammit, his libido was in overdrive tonight, even more than normal. Because he had to, because being even a few inches away from her physically hurt, he moved closer, until his chest brushed against her back and her bottom rubbed his legs. He inhaled deeply, pulling the sweet aroma of her skin and hair into his nostrils. The need to take her swelled to painful intensity.

His brain told him he should leave before anything else happened. His body refused to budge. He’d been so close to taking her. She’d been willing.

Would she be willing again? Did he have the right to even try? He had to. God help him, he couldn’t stop himself.

“You’re so beautiful and you smell so good.” He gathered her long hair into his hands and raised it to his nose. Lavender. He gently laid the tresses over one shoulder and nuzzled the sweet spot where her neck met her collarbone.

She stood stone still. Her trembling had stopped. Whether it was because of the warm quilt or something else he had no clue. Even though he was a man again, and not a bear, clear thought eluded him. Bizarre, burning impulses charged through his body. So urgent.

He wanted her. More than he’d ever wanted a woman before. This woman. Now. But he would not take her if she was scared.

“I don’t want to hurt you. You believe me, don’t you?” He sensed no fear, only mounting desire, so he gently pushed the quilt down to expose her shoulder and upper back. That was such a sexy spot on a woman—between her shoulder blades. He kissed her there and a coat of goose bumps sprang up all over her upper body. “It can get so damn lonely out here. Living alone. Having no one to talk to in the middle of the night. No one to share my hopes and troubles with. Have you been lonely too? You know what I’m talking about, don’t you?”

His balls felt heavy. His blood like acid. The flavor of her skin lingered on his tongue. More. He wanted to taste every inch of her. He pulled the quilt lower, until he’d exposed her entire torso. The fine blond hairs at the small of her back stood on end.

He ran his tongue down her spine then dropped on his knees. This was the position to be in. Oh yes. The delicious curve of her rear end sat at just above eye level. He had to see it, had to touch her, to feel her slick passage again.

He knew the answer but he asked anyway, “Are you scared?”

“No,” came her breathy response.

“I can’t stop.”

She didn’t respond and he tried to back away. But before he’d stood up, she whispered, “Wh-who’s asking you to?”

He reached down, under the quilt. Ran his hand up her smooth calf, the back of her knee. The blanket gathered on his forearm as he went higher. The back of her thigh felt smooth and warm. Her buttocks soft and tempting. He grabbed the blanket in his other hand and jerked. It fell to the floor. The woman didn’t move.

“Your name. I want to know your name,” he whispered.

“Abby.”

“Abby,” he repeated, teasing her labia with his fingertip. Her sweet honey, warm and fragrant, coated the tip of his finger. He knew what she tasted like, how hot and tight her pussy was. He wanted to fuck her. Hard and fast. “Is that short for Abigail?” He pushed gently on her back until she bent over. He parted her ass cheeks and teased her anus with his moistened index finger. She shivered. “Are you cold, kitten?”

“No. Not cold.” She moaned when he slid his thumb into her canal. Her inner walls gripped him as he slowly pulled it out and then pushed it back in. “Ohhhh.” Her arms quaked. Her legs too. “This is crazy but I don’t want you to stop.”

“This way.” He pulled his thumb from her and stood, leading her to the leather chair by the fireplace. He shoved the pine coffee table out of the way and motioned for her to sit, facing him. Then, kneeling again at her feet, he gently urged her knees apart.

A narrow stripe of dark blond curly hair covered her sex. Her inner folds were swollen, a deep red. They glistened with her juices. The scent of her arousal hung thick and spicy-sweet in the air. He licked his lips then bent down. He knew how delicious she tasted, how her flavor had beckoned the change. He had to be careful. He danced his tongue over her clit and slid two fingers deep inside. This time he didn’t let his mouth go lower. Drinking her essence would surely call the beast again.