Authors: Ariana Hawkes
“Beautiful,” he muttered, over and over.
He reached for her bra, but at the last moment, he snatched his hand away.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I want this to be really special, and I want to take my time with you, but I’m having a hard time keeping my bear under control.”
“That’s ok, Brock. I want you as you are. I want you gentle and I want you rough. Please don’t hold back with me.”
“Are you sure? We bears can be rough when we mate.”
“Yes, I’m sure,” she said, and, at the same time, she snatched the waistband of his jeans in her hands and unfastened the zipper. He didn’t complain, helping her take them off, until they were both in nothing but their underwear. He was wearing black shorts, which perfectly outlined his cock.
God
. She wanted him inside her so bad. Wanted him to take her roughly and possess her completely. He pounced on her and they fell back onto the comforter, their almost naked bodies entwined. One of his thighs was between hers and she rode it back and forth, trying to ease the ache that had become a throb. They turned over and over, and, without her knowing it, he unfastened her bra clasp and the bra came loose, first caught between their bodies, then falling away. His hands hooked into the sides of her panties and he stopped kissing her for long enough to slip them down. As their mouths came together again, she shuddered, feeling so much more vulnerable now that she was completely naked.
He scooted down her body, her legs hooked around his waist as he bent his head and took one of her aching nipples into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around her sensitive areola and lashed it back and forth across the tip, before sucking on it. He softly kneaded her other breast with his huge, muscular hand, and she watched him pleasuring her, moving from one breast to the other, his skillful mouth drawing more pleasure out of her than she could’ve imagined.
At last, he drew back and sat up, regarding her with his burning eyes. She lay on her back, lips parted, totally exposed to his gaze. She was usually self-conscious about her larger-than-average body, but the expression on his face made her feel confident and sexy. His eyes lingered all over her, from her erect, caramel-colored nipples, to the small dark triangle above her slightly parted thighs. She fought the urge to squeeze her legs together, to hide herself, but he was kneeling between them, keeping them spread. He reached out and cupped her breasts with his huge hands, giving them soft, feathery caresses, as his cock brushed her labia. Unable to control herself any longer, she reached out and touched it. His abs flexed and his whole body jolted, and a kind of growl escaped his lips.
He’s a bear
, she told herself, as if she’d temporarily forgotten. His animal felt close to the surface, as if it could break out of him at any moment. The thought sent a shiver through her body.
“I don’t think it’s fair that I’m the only naked one here,” she said, keeping hold of his pulsing cock. It was big, really big, and rock hard with his desire for her.
“You have a point,” he said, giving her a dirty smile, and he pulled his undershorts off in a swift movement. She gasped at the sight of him fully naked, the absolute essence of masculinity. He crouched in front of her and grasped her thighs, spreading them wider. She squirmed, half uncomfortable, half crazily turned on. He made her feel submissive, in a way she never felt in day to day life. She loved the feeling of giving up control to him, of letting him do whatever he wanted to her.
Keeping her very still, he dipped his head and tasted her, running his tongue along her delicate inner labia. Her hips bucked as the touch she’d yearned for finally came. He circled her clit, but didn’t touch it, teasing her maddeningly until she began to thrash and moan and whisper, “
please”
. At last, he obliged, sliding his tongue right over the super-sensitive tip. Her hips gave a bigger jolt and she muffled a scream with her hand. He let out a little purr, and began to suck on it, as his tongue moved back and forth across the tip.
God, he’s so good with his mouth
, she thought, incapable of any other thought as the pleasure in her clit radiated all over her body, as if her nerve endings were thrumming from head to toe. The ache inside her became a burn of need, a fierce hunger to be filled by him. She laced her fingers into his hair, tugging on it unconsciously. She couldn’t take it any longer; she
had
to have him inside her.
“Please, Brock, I need you inside me!” she murmured. No sooner had she spoken than his tongue shot inside her, deeper than she would have thought possible, and she moaned, her pussy muscles fluttering. “Oh my God!” she whispered as his long, agile tongue slid in and out of her, inflaming her, deliberately teasing her. As her breath began to come in pants and her hips bucked rhythmically, she sensed that an orgasm wasn’t far away. As deliciously amazing as he was making her feel, she wanted to come with him on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her.
“Brock!” she cried. He lifted his head, his eyes full of mischief.
“What?”
“I need your cock. Inside me. Now!”
In a flash, he climbed up her body, until he was arching over her, huge and powerful, his cock like a dangerous weapon, inches away from her pussy. He kissed her lingeringly, his tongue plunging deep into her mouth, hinting at what was to come. She sucked at it, enticing him to go deeper and deeper. Keeping his mouth on hers, he spread her labia with his hand and began to enter her. She drew her head back and gasped as his broad girth gradually filled her up. There was so much of him that she wasn’t sure if she could take it all. Her thighs tensed, but then he was in, his cock buried in her to the hilt, and her muscles spasming hard as they learned to yield to him. Her eyes fluttered open to see him watching her with concern, as if worried that he’d hurt her.
“You haven’t hurt me,” she whispered. “You feel so good.”
“You do,” he replied, his voice a sexy growl. “You’re so sexy, Madison. Such a beautiful woman.”
He began to move inside her, gently at first, each stroke setting her insides on fire. She wrapped her arms around his broad, strong back, feeling his muscles rippling as they tensed and relaxed. An orgasm was close, but he wasn’t going to let her come easily. Despite his size, he moved with such precision, sliding in and out of her achingly slowly, keeping her right on the precipice, and she moaned and sighed. As the sensation built and built, he stopped suddenly and pulled out of her.
“I’m not going to let you come just yet,” he growled. “I’m going to take you every which way, until I’ve fully claimed you as my own. And then you can come.” She gave a little gasp, surprised to hear such words coming out of his mouth. Her clit throbbed. He’d be lucky if he managed to restrain her orgasm.
He snatched her up in his arms, turning onto his back and pulling her on top of him. “Sit on me,” he said. She propped herself on her arms, but he pushed her back until she was in a kneeling position. Taking his cue, she began to lower herself onto his cock, as he watched her intently. She cried out as he filled her again, the sensation so different with all on her weight on top of him. He held her hips as she began to move up and down, her muscles gripping him tightly. He lifted his hands and cupped her breasts, teasing her over-sensitized nipples.
Before long, his hips began to move and he thrust in and out of her, his tempo increasing little by little. His features became harder, the bones in his cheeks and jaw seeming to broaden. She was looking at his animal, she realized, as the fingers pressing against her flesh seemed to become a lot sharper.
Abruptly, he lifted her off him.
“I can’t control it,” he muttered from between clenched teeth. “Turn over.” She did as he told her, lightheaded with the thrill of being told what to do. She felt deeply vulnerable on her hands and knees, exposed to his gaze. He spread her labia with his hand, opening her up before sliding his cock into her once again. As he entered her, he gave a low growl.
“Mine,” he said, close to her ear. “My mate. You’re all mine now.” He thrust hard, filling her all the way up until his pelvis bumped against her ass, and she made a sound – part way between a moan and a scream. It was almost too much. Her pussy throbbed and she felt like she was being stretched to her limit by his cock.
Brock held her hips as he began to fuck her, moving slowly at first, but quickly increasing his tempo. She was helpless, barely capable of holding herself up on her hands.
“You’re all mine, now and forever,” he muttered, saying the words over and over, like a blissful chant, which sent her mind into a spin. He wrapped his arms around her, one around her breasts, the other her waist, as he drew her up into an embrace. She arched her back a little, helping him to stay inside her. His teeth nipped at the side of her neck as his hand slid down her belly. When his finger found her clit, she jumped as if she’d been electrocuted. Picking up her wetness, he made light circles as he plunged in and out of her, his cock driving her to the brink.
“My beautiful mate,” he murmured as his tempo increased again. “I’m going to take care of you and protect you forever.” His words cut through the fog of ecstasy in her brain and spoke to something deep inside her, something she’d long repressed as the independent woman she was. She did want him to protect her, this huge, powerful, gentle bear-man. In that moment, she opened herself up fully to him, body and mind, totally surrounded by him. Her vision darkened and her clit throbbed out of control beneath his fingers, and the little tremors in her body turned into an explosion that ripped right through her, leaving her helpless and trembling in his arms. Her pussy muscles gripped his cock as she orgasmed again and again, and he kept moving inside her, fucking her, until every drop of her climax was spent. Satisfied that she was done, he pushed her forward gently, until she was lying flat on the bed, then he fucked her hard, with abandon, pounding into her relentlessly. At last, he came with a roar, pushing himself into her, his body heavy on top of her, as he filled her with his seed.
“Mine,” he muttered, over and over.
They didn’t move for a long time, content to lie and listen to each other’s breathing. Madison could smell the light, fresh scent of Brock’s perspiration and the heavier mingled smell of their mating. At last, he turned onto his side, scooping her into his arms. She nestled her face in his light scattering of chest hair, perfectly relaxed.
“I feel like we’ve been here for hours,” she mumbled at last. She reached out for her phone and saw that she wasn’t wrong. It was already 9.30pm.
“I’m sure everyone will be wondering where we’ve got to,” Brock said, nuzzling his face into her neck.
“I’m sure the adults have a pretty good idea,” she said with a chuckle. “Which is more than a little embarrassing.”
“Mmm, but totally unavoidable,” he said, planting tiny kisses on her cheek. “Do you think we could just stay here all night and catch up with everyone tomorrow?”
“As much as I love that idea, I think they might be a little offended. Let me just find out what’s happening with dinner.” She texted Karen, and they snuggled into each other’s arms, kissing tenderly while they waited for her to reply. Five minutes later, her phone beeped.
“Karen says ‘we just got takeout, and some for you as well. It should be here in a few minutes, so come and get it!’”
“That’s so lovely of her,” Brock murmured, as he circled Madison’s belly button.
“Stop!” She laughed and pressed her hand over his. “We won’t be going anywhere if you keep that up!”
“I guess I am kind of hungry,” he said, and right on cue, his stomach rumbled.
“Ok, let’s go,” she said, pulling herself up into a sitting position, and shivering as she lost the heat from Brock’s body. They rifled through their clothes, scattered all over the bed, disentangling them from each other’s. Madison got dressed quickly, wishing she had time for a shower. She was certain they both smelled of sex. Then she went into the bathroom to freshen up quickly. She was startled at the sight of herself. Her hair was a little mussed, but she was glowing. Her eyes were like lasers and her cheeks were flushed.
That’s because you’ve just had the best sex of your life
, she told herself, and she couldn’t prevent a dirty grin from lighting her face.
The moon was bright as they went out onto the street, its reflection gleaming onto the snow. The sky was clear and it didn’t look like it would snow again tonight. The wind had also dropped completely, and although it was well below freezing, it didn’t feel cold at all.
“What a perfect night,” Madison commented.
“And a perfect woman to spend it with,” Brock replied, putting his arm around her waist. She nestled against him, slipping under his arm. She loved that he was so much taller than her; she’d never felt as small and delicate as she did when she was with him, and she was starting to like that feeling. She couldn’t stop thinking about the things he’d been saying to her while they were mating – things like ‘you’re mine’ and ‘forever’.
Does he really mean it, or is it something bears say when they’re mating?
she wondered.
Forever
. She’d known Brock for such a short time, but she already had the strongest sense that he was the one. She’d never had that with her ex-husband. She’d always felt like they were two individuals, both working hard at their careers side by side. They were companions. But with Brock it was different. When they were together, it was as if nothing else existed. If someone had told her yesterday that she’d wind up rolling around in the snow with him in the middle of the park, she would’ve laughed. But there she was today, the two of them acting like teens, right in front of the kids. And she didn’t regret it one bit.