Authors: Ariana Hawkes
At last she could make out a row of cabins. Each had a small light above the door.
“This is mine,” Logan said stopping at the third one along. Three steps led up to a small veranda and a covered porch with an arched roof. Still managing to hold her up somehow, he rooted in his pocket for his keys and unlocked the door. Dina made to climb down, but Logan held onto her.
“No, I’m carrying you over this threshold, baby,” he said. Ensuring that she didn’t bump her head on anything, he brought her into the cabin, and gently laid her on the sofa. Then he flicked a light on. Dina looked around. It was way bigger than she’d imagined from the outside. The living room was spacious yet cozy, with rustic wooden furniture, a huge, antique-looking leather sofa, and homely rugs and animal skins spread across the floor. There was a big open fireplace, loaded up with logs for a colder evening. Lamps in the corners cast the room in a subtle orange glow. Logan sat down next to her, and she immediately fastened her lips onto his, kissing him more passionately than before. Her hands ran all over his broad shoulders, his huge biceps, and felt for his pecs beneath his shirt. He drew back, looking at her with wonder.
“Dina, we don’t have to do anything tonight. You can have my bed and I’ll sleep on the sofa,” he said.
“Logan, maybe it isn’t obvious, but I want you. I want you real bad,” she said, looking back at him with smoldering eyes. He hesitated for half a second, before throwing himself on her. He pushed her back against the sofa, and kissed her hard, his stubble chafing her skin, and his fingers tangling in her hair. He scooped her up and pulled her onto his lap, and as soon as her thigh made contact with his crotch, she felt his hardness, his need for her. His hands ran over her upper arms, into the v of her cleavage. Dizzy, drunk with desire, she swept her skirt up above her knees, turned to face him and straddled him. Now the bulge of his cock pressed right on that hot, aching place between her thighs, and a small sound escaped her lips. Logan’s hands hovered around her ass, as if uncertain whether he could touch her there, but as she pressed herself closer to him, his fingers sank into her flesh, pulling her close, inciting her to grind against him. His tongue snaked into her mouth, seeking out hers, circling it, with an insistent, hungry motion. She matched his urgency, sucking on his lips, lashing his tongue with her own. Dina had never felt so hungry, so unashamedly wanton before. He kissed and bit her neck, from one side to the other. They pulled at each other’s clothes, eager for skin-on-skin contact. She fumbled at his bow tie, eventually getting it unclipped, and threw it aside. Then, she opened the first four buttons on his shirt, wanting to get at his muscular chest. His skin felt unexpectedly soft beneath her fingers, as did his sprinkling of chest hair, and his muscles rippled. She needed more. Sitting back to give herself enough space, she opened his shirt all the way down. He pulled off his jacket, then his shirt, and she finally saw him, just the way he’d been in the photo. She ran her hands all over his upper body. She’d never touched big muscles before, and the feeling of the bulges and undulations was amazing.
“Your turn,” he growled, his voice harsh with desire. His hand went to the zipper at the back of her dress, and he pulled it all the way down, in a single motion. Gently, he eased the broad straps from her shoulders, and the entire front of the dress fell down, revealing her mint-green lace bra.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, bending his head to the sensitive skin of her décolletage. He made a trail of kisses along her collarbones, and down, into the valley of her cleavage. Hesitantly at first, and then more hungrily, he cupped her breasts in his hands. As soon as his thumbs grazed her nipples, they became twice as erect, begging to be taken into his mouth. His fingers hooked into the top of the lace cup, and he dragged it down, freeing her nipple. Dina watched as he brought his mouth to it, flicking his tongue over the tip, before fastening his lips around it. He sucked gently, and the sensation shot a burning path down to her clit. Hardly aware of what she was doing, she rubbed herself back and forth against his bulging, rock-hard crotch, every movement drawing waves of tingling heat. He pulled down the other cup of her bra and gave her other nipple the same treatment. With one breast in his mouth, and the other cupped in his strong hand, she was ready to combust with need. She could tell she was drenched, and she was probably leaving a wet mark on his pants, but she didn’t care. She needed him inside her so badly.
He went to unfasten her bra, but then he paused and looked up at her.
“Let’s do this properly,” he said. “I want to take you to bed, and treat you like the goddess you are.”
“Ok,” she said, looking at him in delight. He rearranged her bra straps, and she climbed off his lap and got to her feet awkwardly. Her dress slid to the floor and she stepped out of it. She was still wearing her heels. She shrugged to herself. They’d come off at some point. His gaze swept over her body, his eyes full of fire. He led her to the back of the living room and through a doorway. There was a short passageway, with two doors leading off it. He opened the right hand door, and took her into his bedroom. It was just as cozy as the living room, with bare wooden walls and a huge bed. The head and foot boards were made of intricately carved dark brown wood.
That was all Dina had time to observe before Logan took hold of her again. His hands moved frantically all over her waist, back and breasts, while he alternately nibbled at her neck and gave her hard, biting kisses on the lips, which left them tingling. He backed her onto the bed, until she was sitting down. Standing before her, he unfastened his pants and tugged them off. He was wearing snug, black undershorts, the kind she liked best, and the bulge of his erection was huge. His thighs were bulky and muscular, and covered with dark hair. He knelt down between her legs, holding each calf tenderly in his hand as he slipped her shoes off. She loved the way he was forcing himself to be gentle with her, although he was obviously half-crazed with desire.
He lifted her up, laid her down, so she was lying fully flat on the bed, and then he arched over her, his eyes darker than ever. His brow suddenly furrowed.
“What is it?” she asked in alarm.
“It’s my bear,” he said. “It’s driving me on to mate with you, and claim you as my own.”
“It is?” she said, intrigued.
“It’s so hard to hold it back,” he said in a frustrated tone.
“But you don’t have to hold it back.”
“I do, Dina,” he said. “I want to take my time with you. Get to know every inch of your body.” She wriggled happily. No-one had said that to her before.
He let his weight come down on top of her, and she gasped at the sensation of full body contact. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply again. She curled her legs around his, drawing him closer to her, and their bodies seemed to meld into one, sliding together as if they were made for each other. Underneath her back, he reached for the clasp on her bra, and she arched to allow him to get at it. Slowly, reverently, he slid the straps off her shoulders, and lifted the bra off completely, exposing her large breasts, and swollen, aching nipples to his gaze. With a soft growl, he fell on them again, sucking harder than before, taking more of her breast into his mouth. She moaned, and lifted her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist. He gave a deeper growl and his pelvis gave little jerks.
She groaned in frustration. She loved what he was doing to her nipples, but it was still a big tease. More than anything, she wanted their underwear to be cast aside, and him to be inside her. Suddenly, she raked his back with her nails. He stopped kissing her and sat up, a sexy smirk playing on his lips.
“I think you’re taking on some of the energy of my bear,” he said.
“Maybe I am,” she said, a wicked grin lighting her face.
“But there’s no rush is there?”
“No rush,” she muttered, gazing at his torso. She did enjoy lying back on the pillow and drinking in the sight of this gorgeous man who seemed to be crazy about her.
“Good,” he said, in a growly voice, and cupped her breasts in his hands as he leaned forward and planted a kiss between them. He began to knead at them, rolling her nipples between finger and thumb, as he licked a slow trail down her body, all the way to her belly button. His tongue circled it and flicked inside, and she sighed. She hadn’t realized it was such a sensitive spot, but it seemed to have a direct connection with her clit, and she felt her little bud jolting as if sparks were flying off it. He continued on his way, licking and kissing her soft belly. She fought back a flicker of self-consciousness, then abandoned herself to the sensation. When he reached her panties, he tugged at them with his teeth. She was so enflamed with need, that even that small movement made her hips jerk. He kept pulling, until her neatly-trimmed, black triangle of hair was revealed. His nostrils flared, inhaling the scent of her, and he made a low rumbling purr. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her panties, and eased them over her hips. She raised her ass, and he slipped them all the way down, past her knees and ankles, leaving her completely bare.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, returning his lips to the place he’d left off, and planted kisses all over her pubic hair.
“Such sexy fur,” he muttered. She waited, dying for him to flick his tongue over her clit, but he took his time, moving over to the side, to the place where her belly met her upper thigh. He made a trail of kisses across the front of her leg, to her tender inner thighs, each kiss inflaming her like a line of fire ants. She jumped as he nibbled at the tender flesh there, moving higher, but maddeningly slowly. She closed her eyes, willing herself to stay calm. When his tongue finally made contact with her clit, she jumped as if she’d had an electric shock. To her relief, Logan gave up on teasing her, and latched on it, drawing it gently into his mouth. She moaned. As his lips sucked on it, his tongue made tiny back-and-forth motions across the tip. Before long, her breath began to come in pants, and her hands wandered down and tangled into his hair, keeping his head exactly where it was. He had an amazing technique, his rhythm never faltering, building and building on her arousal. He kept his hands on her thighs, her legs pinned to the bed, and she adored the situation of being held there and eaten out by the bear.
Her hips started to make little bucking motions – signs that an orgasm was near – and her grip on his hair became more aggressive. Little cries and moans escaped her lips, and he responded by sucking harder on her swollen little bud. At the edge of her vision, she could just make out that his ass was moving, as he rubbed himself on the bed, and the knowledge that licking her pussy was turning him on flipped her right over the edge.
“Oh my god, I’m coming!” she cried, as her clit spasmed under his tongue, and she exploded into a sharp, shuddering orgasm.
Dina couldn’t move for a long time afterwards. She let go of Logan’s hair, realizing, to her embarrassment, that she’d been tugging on it the whole time. He lifted himself up, the muscles in his shoulders flexing, and climbed up her body, until he was face to face with her again.
“You taste like the sweetest honey,” he whispered, caressing her cheek, and kissing her on the mouth. “You’re so sexy, Dina. I could lick you all day.” She tasted her own tangy sweetness on his lips, and she had an overwhelming urge to taste him too. She pulled at the waistband of his shorts, uselessly, since it was trapped between their bodies. He laughed.
“Ok, they’re coming off,” he said. “But I might not be capable of being gentle any longer.”
“Good,” she said, looking him right in the eye. “I don’t want you to be.” He gave a growl, reminding her of the animal inside him, and she shivered. She sat up and helped him to pull his underwear off, gasping when his cock was finally revealed. It was even bigger than she’d expected from the bulge in his underwear. It was bigger than the large vibrator she kept in her nightstand, and she’d always been a bit of a size queen when it came to her toys. She really enjoyed the feeling of being filled, but she wasn’t sure if she could handle Logan’s cock. He spread her thighs again and knelt between them, his thigh muscles bulging, and his cock looking like a dangerous tool.
“The moment I saw you on the app, I knew I wanted to mate with you,” he said. “But I can hardly believe it’s about to happen now.”
“Me neither,” she said. Every part of her being was tingling with anticipation, and it was all she could do to stop herself from jumping into his lap and impaling herself on his length.
He arched over her again, supporting his weight on one arm, while he kissed her and slid his free hand up her inner thigh. She gave a little moan as he stroked her soft, damp hair, and ran his thumb between her sensitive labia. He circled her clit briefly, before slipping all the way down to her entrance. At the slightest touch, her pussy spasmed. This was exquisite torture. Slowly, achingly slowly, he slid his index finger inside her. Her nerve endings were so sensitized that it almost hurt. He moved in and out, and she squirmed. She needed more goddamnit! She glanced at his cock; it was just within reach. Her hand snaked out and she took hold of it with a firm grasp. Logan gasped, and his finger shot all the way in, his knuckles bumping at her entrance. A moment later, both his hands were on her thighs, spreading them further, and the tip of his cock was probing at her entrance. She took a deep breath as he eased himself inside her, her muscles resisting, then yielding to his girth. He kept his eyes on hers, and the look in them was wild and animal. It was a little scary for her, but deeply exciting as well. His length kept coming and coming, until with a growl, he went all the way in, his pelvis butting deliciously against her clit.