Her head thrown back, her spine arched, her breasts high in the air, she groaned and quivered. She pulled his hair, adding the pleasant tingle of his scalp to the already heady mix of sensations.
He stopped just before she climaxed.
“Oh God. Now,” she pleaded. “Fuck me now.”
He scooted closer, until his hips were flush with the chair’s seat and then pulled on her bent knees until her bottom sat at the very edge of the cushion. Holding her knees for leverage, he positioned himself.
“Wait! Condom.” She pointed at her luggage. “I’m on the pill, but...well...”
He nodded, went for the bag she pointed to and unzipped it. An unopened box of rubbers lay on top of her clothes. He quickly unwrapped one and rolled it on, dashed back to her and after muttering an apology thrust deep into her pussy. Her shriek of pleasure melded with his growl of satisfaction. His cock swelled inside her tight canal, filling every inch.
So hot and tight. Perfect. He withdrew himself then thrust again, settling into a slow but steady rhythm that would bring him to orgasm. He couldn’t release her legs to stroke her clit. “Touch yourself,” he said, knowing it was the only way she’d reach climax. Despite his deep thrusts, she needed more. “Touch yourself and come for me.”
Her eyes closed, she lowered a shaking hand to her pussy and began stroking the tiny red nub. Slick heat coated his dick, sending white-hot pleasure rocketing through his body.
Soon. He would have release very soon.
“Faster,” he demanded. He met the pace of her strokes in a desperate race toward climax. He needed it so bad it hurt. He needed her to find release even more. It burned him inside.
“That’s it. More. More.” He tipped his hips and released her legs, changing the angle of penetration. The head of his dick, wet and hot with her juices, rubbed the ridged walls of her pussy. He knocked her hand away, licked his forefinger and stroked her clit. He couldn’t wait any longer. God help him, he couldn’t hold back. “Come for me, kitten. I can’t wait.”
Her back arched, her toes curled. Her breathing turned to short panting bursts. And then he felt it, the wash of juices and pulsing spasms of her climax. She sighed then cried out, “Harder, please harder.”
He obliged her, hammering in and out until the cum burst from his balls, pumped down the length of his cock and shot into her pussy. It just continued and continued. The heat. The pleasure. He didn’t stop thrusting until he was spent and she was limp beneath him. Limp and smiling.
“Wow,” she whispered. “So, uh, you’re not an erotic dancer, are you?”
“Nope.” He pulled out of her and, realizing the rubber had torn and he’d left her a wet mess, he went to the kitchen in search of a hand towel. He picked the gun up from the floor, checked to see if it was loaded—it wasn’t—and set it on the table before returning with the towel.
She smiled a bleary-eyed thank you to him and pressed the scrap of worn cotton between her legs. She was shaking again—still. He grabbed the quilt, motioned for her to stand up, then sat and pulled her on top of him and wrapped them both in the blanket.
Warm and satisfied at last. And he’d made it through the lovemaking without turning back into the bear. He was a bear? A bear. How could that be?
He didn’t want to think now. Didn’t want to face the flurry of unanswered questions whipping around in the back of his mind.
Later. There was plenty of time for questions later.
For now he wanted to relax. To enjoy this woman, what she’d given him. As long as he could keep the beast under control, she’d be safe— from him.
* * * * *
Abby pretended to sleep. She slowed her breathing and relaxed her muscles. Eventually the trembling stopped as Tarik’s warmth seeped into her muscles.
She’d just had sex with a man who turned into an animal. That was plain crazy. What the hell had gotten into her? It seemed since she’d boarded that plane back at Detroit Metro Airport she’d made one stupid decision after another.
First, she’d decided not to stay in a hotel. Sure, she didn’t have a lot of cash, and the hotel bills would’ve tapped her out in a hurry. But it sure beat being lunch to a bear.
Second, she’d been stupid enough to have come out to the cabin by herself.
Third, she’d slept with a guy who she had just watched morph into an animal. That had to be the stupidest decision of all.
Now that she could think clearly, she could see how absolutely idiotic that one had been. She didn’t know this guy. Although not knowing a man hadn’t stopped her from having more than her share of one-night stands, none of the guys she’d slept with had had issues like this one. Granted, none of them had charged her rockets like this one either.