Page 79 of Just A Little Magic

Bear managed to shove my pants and underwear down, and through laughs, I got them kicked off. I’d never been naked in front of any man except Bear, and it was hard not to be self-conscious when I stood in front of him buck-ass naked, with the light illuminating every flaw in my body. I hated working out but loved a good milkshake. I didn’t have guns for biceps or a six-pack. I skipped leg day because I never went to the gym.

Before I could be self-conscious, Bear’s gaze roved over me. “Fuck, babe, you’re so goddamn pretty.”

His nostrils flared with his heavy breaths as his heated eyes took in every inch of me. He traced my cheek, following the curve of my clavicle. He found first one nipple and then the other. They pebbled beneath his touch, and I shuddered at the sensation.

He continued his path down my soft belly until he reached my dick. It was achingly hard and precum beaded at the spongy head. Bear tortured me with his slow exploration. His finger traced around my head and then across the slit. He continued down my shaft until he cupped my balls and squeezed them gently. “Jesus, babe, you are so fucking perfect. I don’t know how I got this lucky.”

I didn’t understand the reverence in his tone, but I was long past the point where I could analyze it. His fingers softly encircled my cock, and he gave a few tentative strokes. I threw my head back and braced myself against him.

“Bear, oh God, I need you to fuck me.” I knew I sounded needy and desperate, but I’d happily accept that accusation if it meant this man’s cock would be in my ass sooner rather than later. “Hurry. I need you naked too.”

I whipped his T-shirt over his head and tossed it on thefloor. He had changed to lounge pants at some point, so it was light work to push his pants down far enough to free his shaft. I sucked in my breath through my teeth.

His cock was already rock hard and pointing at his stomach. Precum glistened on the head, and I couldn’t resent leaning down to taste the salty prize.

“Babe, if you do that, I’ll only last two seconds, and my ego will never recover.” Bear chuckled.

He laid his hands on my waist and slid them around to grasp my ass checks. Another one of those full-body shudders racked me.

“Bear, I need you.”

“You’re going to have me.”

He captured my mouth in another kiss. This was sloppy and messy, and I loved it. I could hardly believe I finally had free rein to touch the man I’d loved for so long. When Bear found my hole, I moaned into his mouth.

“I don’t need prep. C’mon.”

“Yes, you do, Owen. I’m not in such a hurry that I’ll let you get hurt.”

“It’s fine. God. It’s fine.”

My voice felt reedy and croaky, and I just needed to be filled. Bear returned his hands to my waist and lifted me to straddle him while he sat on the barstool chair. His cock was wedged against my ass, and my cock bounced against my stomach, leaving sticky trails across it. I ground against him in an effort to find some relief.

“Shit, Owen, I need to get a condom and some lube. Hold on.”

He started to stand with me still on his lap, but I braced myself against the kitchen island to stop him. I didn’t have time for all that because if his cock was not in me in less than thirtyseconds, there was a legitimate danger of me dying in this kitchen.

I groped around on the island behind me until I found the butter dish. I swiped some with my finger and then immediately shoved my greasy finger up my ass. I hissed at the intrusion but didn’t waste much time before moving it in and out.

After a few passes, I added a second finger. My back arched at the sensation. The magic spot that would send me over the edge was frustratingly out of reach. I scissored my fingers in the hope of finding some relief, but I couldn’t curl my fingers properly. Bear continued to mouth at my neck and torture my nipples until they were swollen and puffy. I fucking loved it.

“Bear, did you get your tests back?”

That question was enough to stop him in his tracks.

“Yeah,” he rasped before clearly his throat and answering again. “Yeah, I did. All negative.”

“Good, then we don’t need a condom.”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you okay with that?”

“I, uh, I’ve never gone bare with anyone.”

I leaned forward and said against his lips, “Then I guess I get to punch your V-card too.”

Bear grasped me by the nape of my neck and slammed our lips together. He growled until I parted my lips and then plunged inside to own me. I kept fucking myself until I could add a third finger. I tore my mouth away from him and threw my head back when the sensations threatened to overwhelm me.

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