Page 45 of His Determined Bear

Graham reached down and picked me up by thighs while never breaking our kiss. He placed me gently on the kitchen counter, where flour and sugar were sprinkled with cocoa powder.

"Coop," he said in a deep voice that did things to my cock. “I’ve missed you, baby. I just want to be with you and make you feel good right here in my kitchen.”

Graham trailed kisses at the edge of my mouth, then to my ear, and onward down my neck, worshiping my body in the sexiest way. I mewed under his reverent touch and squirmed on the counter as he began working his way south.

“Graham,” I panted. “I’ve missed you too.” I wordlessly gave him the green light to proceed when I reached up and pulled my t-shirt over my head.

When my torso was bare, he reached up and gently eased me onto my back on the kitchen counter. I welcomed the feel of the cool granite under my heated skin and let out a quiet hiss.

Graham proceeded to take my hands and place them over my head, holding them in place with one of his hands. “Keep them here for my beautiful. I want to worship you tonight.”

My eyes rolled back in my head as he trailed filthy wet kisses down my chest and abdomen. He gently ran his tongue over my sensitive nipples before flicking them with his tongue, the sensation causing me to lurch up from the counter and release a guttural moan.

He continued making his way down my happy trail until he reached my belly button. He swirled his tongue inside, making me squirm in the flour dusted on the counter and leak precum into my pants. He moved down further until he mouthed by covered dick, straining in my jeans, trying to be released from this delicious torture.

“Graham, Graham, Gra….” I chanted out on stilted breaths.

“I've got you, baby,” he said just above my pulsing, sheathed cock.

Releasing my hands from his grasp, he brought his lithe fingers to my zipper and agonizingly slowly pulled it down. He released the button and tapped my hip, signaling for me to lift my hips. I complied willingly as Graham pulled my jeans down just enough to release my cock into the cool air.

Satisfied with my level of exposure, Graham ran his tongue up and down my shaft until he took me into his mouth. Thanking the Gods, he made swift work of my stiff cock. He sucked me while rolling my balls in his other hand. He worked me over and rubbed gently on my taint until I exploded in his mouth. He swallowed my release and moaned around my cock.

When he was finished cleaning me up with his tongue, he reached up and gently pulled me to a seated position. His hands were reverent as they passed over my body. When our eyes met, he brought his mouth to mine, our tongues dancing together as I tasted my own cum.

Pulling back from me to breathe, he brought his forehead to mine.

“I need to take care of you, “ I moaned back to him.

“Another time,” he said, just as the timer for the brownies went off.

After we cleaned up and brownies had cooled, Graham took the milk from the fridge and poured some into two glasses. He carefully placed a brownie from each pan on a plate for each of us. He held his glass up to me in a toast, clinking our glasses together.

“Okay, Coop, taste the one on the right. That one is mine,” he gloated.

Doing as he asked, I took a bite, and the chocolate flavor burst over my tongue. It was delicious and moist. “It's really good, “ I said.

“Now try the other one. That’s yours,” he instructed.

The first bite of my brownie caused him to release the sexiest moan. His eyes rolled around in his head, and he made quite the show of it.

“Okay, I officially give up. Yours are better than mine,” he pouted.

There was nothing left to do but gloat and dance around his kitchen, declaring myself victorious.

“You know what the best part of this victory is,” I asked him rhetorically. “My brownies are superior to yours, and I'm not even a baker. I'm a food critic.”

Graham groaned in his defeat, then turned to me, “Well, at least I don’t have flour in my hair.”

Who knew how long I’d be cleaning out flour from my hair.

Chapter 18

Graham

As I sat here watching my friend get married, I wondered if my mate would want a wedding too? I could see us under the same arch that Kelly and Aaron used today, covered in garland and baby’s breath, committing my life to Cooper till death do us part. And even after if I had anything to say about it.

My eyes hadn’t strayed from him throughout the whole ceremony. From the moment he walked Kelly down the very short aisle, he was the only one I had eyes for. My mate was pregnant with my child. There were still moments I didn’t believe it, but then I would meet those gorgeous blue eyes, and everything would click into place.

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