Page 49 of Sweet Heart for the Bear

Lush curves enveloped in scraps of silk and lace. Her breasts are so full, they spill over the delicate cups of her bra and leave my mouth watering.

I reach for the front clasp and fumble with it at first. Then it clicks open, and she is bare to me.

“Fucking perfect,” I growl and suck one plump bud into my mouth.

“Oh my,” she moans, clutching my shoulders and arching her back.

I pay attention to her every response, and my need for her grows by leaps and bounds.

Cupping her tits, I squeeze and mold, licking from one to the other. Her natural fragrance increases with her arousal, and I am so there for it. For her.

Sweet basil and sunshine.

I switch our positions so her fine ass is seated on the couch as I slide to the floor.

The fact she’s practically naked and I’m still wearing most of my clothes isn’t lost on me.

I take off my shirt, noting the ways her eyes widen as she takes me in.

I’m a big man. A Shifter. Mostly, we are all pretty fit. But I’m a Bear, so I am thick and don’t have all those clever little cuts and definition other Shifters have.

Carina doesn’t seem to mind. Her gaze is rapt and her tiny hands reach for me. But I am on a mission of my own.

“Lay back. Scoot your hips forward. Good girl,” I rumble.

I am licking my lips as I tug her panties down. Then I press my hands against her knees, opening her legs wide.

Fuck.

She smells so good.

Looks even better.

Her pussy is topped with neatly trimmed brown curls, and I am glad she isn’t bare.

My woman looks like a woman. I know instinctually that I will never get enough of her.

“Mine,” I growl, eyes on her as I lean forward and lick her from her glistening slit to that needy little bundle of nerves that seems hard and ripe, just begging for my attention.

“Oh fuck! Horace,” she moans, and opens her mouth.

Encouraged by her reaction. I do it again. I lick into her, using my prehensile lips to curve around her clit. I tug and rub and drink her down.

My Carina is all sweetness and fire.

She tastes like mine.

It’s all I can do not to come in my pants as I make a feast of her.

As it is, my cock is leaking precum all over the place. I flex my hips against the couch, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

I am dying to get inside of her, but I am not stopping.

Not for anything.

Not until I taste her orgasm on my lips.

Mine. Mine. MINE.

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