Authors: Ariana Hawkes
Now, she was fully naked before his gaze. He knelt in front of her, gazing up at her adoringly. Slowly, he pushed her knees apart.
“Show me how to touch a woman. Show me what you need,” he whispered. She bit her lip. She felt like she’d been waiting all her life for an offer like that.
“I want to feel you inside me,” she said. She took his hand and pressed it against her pussy, wanting him to feel how wet she was, how much she wanted him. He gave a little gasp of surprise, and instinctively, one of his long fingers began to enter her. Her muscles fluttered in little spasms and she cried out. He slid deep inside her.
“Another finger,” she whispered. He obliged, and it felt good, really good. His fingers were so big that they filled her up, and she clenched tight around them. “Now move them in and out a little.” He did, and her head spun as waves of euphoria washed through her. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard as he fucked her slowly, carefully, with just his hand. Her hips jolted as the pressure built inside her. Her nerve endings were so overwrought from a whole day of arousal that an orgasm wasn’t far away.
“Oh my god! I think I’m going to come!” she gasped as it built and built, and suddenly, she hit a climax, spasming hard around his agile fingers.
“Wow,” he whispered as her orgasm subsided. “That felt incredible.”
“You’re telling me,” she said with a little laugh. She hooked her legs around his body and pulled him close.
“Let’s lie down,” he said. “Shall we go inside? Or maybe you want to lie out here?” She looked up at the starry sky.
“Out here, I think,” she said. He went inside and brought out a couple of the animal skins and laid them down beside the fire. Then he lifted her up and laid her down tenderly, before joining her. They lay on their sides, entwined in each other’s bodies, his erection pressing against her sensitized flesh very distractingly. He stroked her arms, her back, making her wriggle in pleasure.
“You’re so beautiful; I love your scent. I want to lick you all over,” he murmured.
“You can if you want,” she replied.
“Really?”
“Of course.” She nodded, with a wicked grin, and guided his mouth to her breast. His long tongue swirled around her nipple, teasing it, just licking the areola, until she gave a little moan and he finally licked the tip.
“Again,” she whispered. His hand closed on her other breast, lightly pinching the nipple as he began to suck, drawing it deep into his mouth. It was heady, euphoric. He swapped from one breast to the other, the sensations in her nipples building up a powerful ache in her clit. She was on her back now, and her thighs were spread wide, either side of his strong body. She yearned for him to lick her there. As if picking up on her thoughts, he moved off her breasts and began to lick a trail of fire down her body, circling his tongue in her belly button. As he reached her pubic hair, he paused.
“Can I lick you here?” he said, uncertainly.
“Uh huh. You can, absolutely,” she said. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she placed a hand on the back of his head, moving him closer to her burning core. Suddenly, he grasped her ass in both his hands, dipped his head and landed a long lick the length of her pussy. Her hips jerked and she yelped in surprise and pleasure.
“Was that too much?” he said.
“No, it was perfect. Do it just like that,” she managed to say. He licked her all over her labia, hungrily, with wild enthusiasm, making appreciative sounds, and she squirmed with pleasure. The fact he was loving it was a huge turn on for her. When his tongue slipped inside her, she almost levitated off the ground. He darted it in and out, driving her crazy, and her clit began to throb, hungry for attention.
“Up here,” she whispered, indicating with her finger. “This little button.” He seemed to know what to do instinctively, lapping it back and forth with just the tip of his tongue. It was so sensitive, yet so delicious. She began to moan and groan and make all kind of noises. Her fingers tangled into his hair, keeping him exactly where he was as she shuddered and trembled and muttered his name. Before long, his skillful mouth brought her to another orgasm. It bubbled up from deep inside her, until she exploded. She shuddered and thrashed under his tongue, and he didn’t stop until she’d come three separate times.
At last, she lay still, her body still tingling all over from his ministrations. She was exhausted; completely knocked out. She felt like he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from her.
“Wow,” was all she was capable of saying. He crept up her body and snuggled in beside her.
“Was that ok?” he asked, adorably.
“It was – wow. Just wow,” she muttered, and she took his hand and kissed it. He lifted another fur up and pulled it over their bodies.
She couldn’t even remember falling asleep.
When Adaira next opened her eyes, she was staring at the pale dawn, the delicate fingers of pink and purple creeping across the sky. Leigh was wrapped around her, cradling her in his big, strong arms. His face was nestled into the nape of her neck, and she could hear the rhythmic rumble of his breathing coming from deep in his chest. He stirred and planted a kiss on top of her head, then seemed to fall back to sleep again. She became aware that the warm, soft skin of his bare chest was pressing against her bare back, and she tingled as the sensation delivered a reminder of what he’d done to her the night before. She should’ve been too sleepy to be aroused, but her clit twitched. Her ass was still bare as well, and it was snuggled up against his undershorts. Last night had been the most intense sexual experience of her life, but she still wanted him so badly, craved the completion that would make them mates. He stirred, and rubbed up against her ass.
Is he hard?
She couldn’t resist wriggling a little in order to discover that, yes, he was. The tingling in her clit graduated to an ache, deep inside her. The knowledge that there was only a single layer of material separating them was unbelievably frustrating.
Stop!
she told herself, pulling away from him.
This is too much.
And she needed to go to the bathroom. Carefully, she stood up on her right foot and tested the left one out. It still hurt, quite a lot, but it was capable of holding her weight. She looked for her clothes. They were scattered around on the far side of Leigh’s sleeping body. She hobbled over and retrieved her bra and panties and put them on, then she went to the bathroom.
When she returned, Leigh was awake, and his eyes glowed as he watched her walking over to him. She fought an instinct to cover her body with her hands. But she had no reason to, she reminded herself. He said he loved her looks, and his desire for her was very evident.
“Morning, beautiful,” he said as she knelt down beside him. “You look like a goddess, walking in the early morning light.”
“No-one’s ever described me like that before,” she said with a grin.
“That’s a pity,” he said, and ran a finger along her forearm. “You’re a beautiful woman, Adaira.” His eyes widened as he remembered something. “But you’re not supposed to be walking on that foot.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I had to answer a call of nature, and I didn’t want to wake you. I’ll stay off it after this, I promise.”
“We should probably get going soon, if you still want to arrive in Hope Valley by this evening?” She nodded.
“Aye, unfortunately, I need to be back.”
Leigh got to his feet quickly, seemingly unaware that there was still a very distracting bulge in his pants.
“I’ll fix us some breakfast,” he said, walking towards the cabin.
He made them a bowl of something that tasted a little like oatmeal. Adaira wasn’t sure what it was, but it was delicious, with sweet, tart berries mixed into it. He wrapped some more food in foil and put it in a pack, while she called Tamika and told her what had happened. Once Tamika had finished freaking out, she said she’d send a driver to pick her up from the foot of the mountain at 6pm, and they headed out, Adaira carrying the pack that also contained some clothes for Leigh and his phone.
The journey down the mountain was far quicker than coming up, and the time passed easily as Adaira looked at the scenery and daydreamed. They paused for a quick lunch in a cool spot beneath an overhanging rock, and it was midafternoon by the time they reached the cave with the pool beside it.
“Do we have time to stop?” Adaira said. In answer, Leigh walked over to the water’s edge and crouched down low, indicating that she should climb off his back. She clambered off and sat down on a rock, gazing at the water longingly, remembering how deliciously cool it had been on the way up. Maybe she’d just soak her feet for a moment. She unfastened her boots and maneuvered herself down to the water’s edge, sighing as her feet and calves hit the cold water. There was a loud cracking sound behind her, and she turned her head to see Leigh standing there in his human form, completely naked. She stifled a gasp at the sight of him. She was sure she’d never, ever get bored of looking at his smoking-hot body. For a moment, he seemed dazed, still experiencing the after-effects of his shift, before he came to his senses, ran to the pool and jumped into the middle of it with a huge splash. Adaira clapped her hands together.
“Woo hoo!” she shouted.
“It had to be done!” he exclaimed, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead. “Man, I was so hot back there!”
“Uh, that’s because you were carrying me,” she said apologetically.
“It’s because it was a hot day!” he said and flicked some water at her. The droplets practically sizzled on her hot skin. She gazed at the water enviously.
“Right, I’m coming in!” she yelled. She pulled her tanktop over her head and slithered out of her shorts and cast them aside. Then she glanced at her underwear. She didn’t really want to get it wet, and she’d been naked in front of him already. In fact, she’d been more than naked.
What the hell!
she thought, and unfastened her bra and took it off, then eased her panties down. When she looked up, Leigh’s eyes were flickering all over her body, lingering on her breasts and the fiery-red triangle of hair between her thighs with burning need. Her cheeks warming, she slid into the water, crying out at the coldness. She swam into the deeper water until she was ten feet from Leigh, and they drifted towards each other. She could barely make out the shape of her body below the surface of the water, her skin silver like a fish. She actually felt most at ease in the water, lithe and elegant as she never felt on land. Leigh stretched out his hands and she took them. She was hyper aware of his nakedness, of the fact that there was only the insubstantial water between them, between her pussy and his big, thick cock.
“Isn’t this great?” he said, his smile open and unaffected.
“It is,” she said. He drew her towards him and they were kissing again, his lips wet and clinging to hers. She looped her arms around his neck, reveling in the sensation of his wet skin and hair. At first, they held their bodies apart, shyly, but then the movement of the water made them bump against each other, her breast brushing his pecs, his knee softly colliding with her inner thigh, until they didn’t pull away any longer, but entwined themselves in each other’s arms. As Leigh kissed her deeply, hungrily, he caressed her breasts. From time to time, her pale pink nipples broke the surface of the water and he dipped his head and licked them. When he took one of them into his mouth and sucked on it, she lay back in the water, allowing it to support her weight, while she surrendered herself to the blissful sensations coursing through her body. He sucked on her nipples for a long time, moving from one to the other. He seemed fascinated by the way that her breasts floated on top of the water in this position.
At last, he lifted his head from her breasts and gazed down at her.
“Adaira you’re so beautiful,” he muttered. “You look like a mermaid or something.” She pressed her lips together to repress the derisory snort threatening to break out of her. “You do,” he continued, smiling as he noted the expression on her face. “You’re so lovely and pale, and your hair’s fanning out around you like a mysterious underwater plant. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. Any man would be so lucky to have you.” She gazed at him wordlessly, understanding that he was speaking from his heart. She felt herself blossoming under his gaze, becoming the beautiful woman he imagined her to be. Her legs had been wrapped around his waist, but he pushed her away from him, and held her at arms’ length, clasping her generous thighs in his strong hands. Her thighs were spread and, at the periphery of her vision, she could just make out the red hair between her legs breaking the surface of the water. She squirmed at being so exposed, so vulnerable, as Leigh’s gaze burned onto her most private parts. “So beautiful,” he murmured. “Like a water lily. I could stare at you all day.”
Really?
she thought. She’d never thought of her pussy being something nice to look at. She closed her eyes as a mixture of embarrassment and arousal washed over her, and then she opened them wide as something soft and wet ran the length of her pussy.
He was licking her again. In the middle of the lake!
And,
oh god, it feels incredible!
His movements were more confident than last night. He seemed to have learned what she liked very quickly, and every little motion set her nerve endings on fire. His hands slid beneath her ass and he lifted her a little in the water, before his long tongue slipped deep inside her. She let out a ragged moan and her pussy muscles spasmed. She was beyond turned on, and she ached to have him inside her. His tongue was a pretty good substitute though, teasing her, making her thrash and squirm in the water, and call out his name, until he moved up to her clit and she jolted as if she’d been shocked. His lips surrounded her little bud and he sucked on it gently as his tongue began to lap it back and forth. She gave little sighs and groans. It felt incredible to be lying back like this, the water completely supporting her weight, while Leigh held her in his hands, giving her unbelievable pleasure with his mouth. As his tempo increased, her hips bucked and her muscles clenched. The ache inside her was unbearable. Her thighs closed convulsively around his head. She couldn’t take it any more. She needed all of him. Every part of her body cried out for him to enter her, to take her, to make her his.
“Please!” she moaned, hardly knowing what she was saying.
“What?” he said, lifting his head. She hooked her legs around his back, and with a supreme effort, pulled herself upright. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck and her legs around his waist. She pressed her face against his.
“Leigh, I want you so bad,” she said. He frowned.
“I want you too, Adaira.” She stiffened as she felt his cock, hard and erect, brushing against the cleft of her ass. He was so maddeningly close. Pretending she hadn’t noticed it, she kissed him hard, her mouth crushing on his, her teeth grazing his lips. At the same time she eased away from him, an inch and then two, until the tip of his cock touched her entrance instead. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, and she pulled on his hair, keeping him busy as she lowered herself, little by little. She restrained a gasp as his cock entered her, and a second later, he pulled away from her kiss.
“Adaira!” he exclaimed.
“Shhh,” she said, putting a finger on his lips. “It just happened. It’s natural.” She squeezed her thighs around him more tightly. They were strong from all the hiking she’d done over the years, and he couldn’t easily resist her grasp. His pupils dilated and his breath caught in his throat as his cock slid all the way inside her. She cried out as he filled her completely. He was really big.
The air was shattered by a deafening roar. As Adaira looked at him, his face seemed to change, the bones broadening, and the hands on her ass became claws, digging into her flesh. She shuddered, half in fear, half in arousal as his bear strolled to get out of him. He shook his head violently and it retreated again.
“You said we weren’t supposed to do this,” he said from between clenched teeth.
“I couldn’t help myself,” she said. “I’m your mate. We both know that.” She lifted herself up and down, making his cock slide in and out of her. Shivers of ecstasy rushed through her body. She should’ve pushed herself off him, should’ve controlled herself, but she didn’t. He held her tight, and his bear growled and snarled.
“Adaira,” he muttered, and, to her surprise, his eyes teared up. “Adaira, you feel so good.” Her own eyes became wet in sympathy, and she threw herself on his mouth again, and they kissed each other fiercely, salt mingling in their mouths as his cock slid in and out of her. His nails bit into her ass cheeks again as he tried to take her more deeply.
“I need to feel you, really mate you,” he growled, and she knew what he meant.
“Let’s get onto dry land,” she whispered. She didn’t need to tell him twice. He carried her across the water, his cock still buried deep inside her. At the river bank, he slid out of her and lifted her up and onto a rock, and he climbed out too. She cast her eyes around. There was a patch of grass nearby. It was a little scrubby, but it would do.
“Here,” she said, pointing to it. He looked doubtful.
“I’ll lay my clothes on top.”
“No, don’t. I want you to mate me like this. You and me, out in the wild. Just natural.”
“Ok.” He bent and lifted her up, his body so huge and muscular and his cock swollen with his desire for her. He laid her on her back on the grass and knelt between her spread thighs. The grass wasn’t too scratchy, and being out in nature like this turned her on even more than she was already. She saw uncertainty in his eyes and reminded herself that this sexy, unbelievably gorgeous man had never done this before.
“Just take me, Leigh, as your bear wants you to. Let it guide you.” She didn’t know where those words had come from, but they seemed right. A deep rumble echoed from his chest as he mounted her, his cock plunging inside her again. He let out a guttural moan as he filled her all the way to the hilt, and she gasped. It felt different in this position, without the water holding her up, and all of his weight coming on top of her. He began to thrust, and her vision darkened, her senses overloaded. He was so big that it almost hurt, but it hurt so good. She clung to his strong back as he pounded in and out of her. He was rough, a lifetime of pent-up need flowing out of him. She didn’t care; she wanted all he had to give her. She was his mate, and he was claiming her as his own.