Page 79 of Bear Hunt

“Hold on to the headboard, Baby Girl. I’m about to show you what it means to be loved by me.”

I know what I just said, but now’s not the time to analyze any of that. Now is the time to give my girl her very first orgasm. First of many to come.

Athena does as I ask, leaning slightly over my head as she tries to hold herself back. I’m having none of that. When I’m eating her pussy, she will let go of every other thought.

Careful not to hurt her, I run my hands up her back and over her shoulders, using them to press her deeper into my mouth. The hitch of her breath and the long, drawn-out moan only encourage me to do better, give her more. My tongue delves deep inside her, coaxing her pleasure from her pussy, sucking her wetness out and coating my lips with it.

She tastes like long summer walks after a rainstorm. Like ripe fruit so juicy it runs down your chin at first bite. I can’t get enough of her. In fact, I’m so lost in her, I don’t realize I’ve sat up until I hear her yelp as I flip us upside down so my face is between her thighs and her head is hanging off the end of the bed.

Every moan she gifts me gets higher and higher in pitch, the tell-tale sign that she’s about to blow. Fuck my life, I can’t wait to drink her in.

Grabbing her ankles, I urge her to wrap them around my head and squeeze. Like this, we don’t need words, we understand each other, we know how to communicate with a look or a touch.

With her thighs pressing against my neck, I devour her. One hand holding her knee, the other tweaking her nipple until she puts her hand on mine and pinches it, showing me what she wants.

My eyes spring open, watching as she shows me what gives her pleasure. In this state, she has no intrusive thoughts about what she should and shouldn’t be doing. In these blank moments, the only voice she has in her head is mine telling her to show me what she likes.

I follow her lead, taking her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, pinching harder and harder until her back arches and her pussy squeezes my tongue like the ultimate pilates.

Yeah, I’m gonna love making her come, over and over again until her orgasms are the only thing she knows exists.

“Oh… I… what is… happening?” That’s my cue. Her body is trembling as she slaps her hands on the bed and fists the sheets until her knuckles are white. I’m watching every single one of her reactions, drinking them in, memorizing them for later, for another night, for… forever.

Pulling my tongue back, I suck on her clit just as my middle finger slides inside with ease, curling deep in her cunt at just the perfect spot.

She screams and my body reacts in an instant. My balls tighten and my dick throbs with the need to fuck. Still, I can’t, not yet.

I keep sucking, adding a second finger and fucking her gently enough not to hurt her but hard enough to make her crazy. She’s beautiful on any given day, but right now, with her hair fanned out and her chest arched off the bed while she comes in my mouth? She’s mesmerizing. A true goddess in name and spirit.

“I can’t, oh gods, I can’t. Stop.” As if it were a switch, I back off in a nanosecond, lips drenched in her cum and eyes barely focused from the need to fuck her silly. “Bear?”

She’s panting, splotches of red covering her body like she was just exposed to the summer sun.

“Yeah, Baby Girl?” With a tentative hand, I rub soothing circles on her knee when she raises it off the bed.

“Why did you stop?” I blink, thinking I imagined her order.

“‘Cause you told me to.” I lean in and place a gentle kiss on her knee, my eyes fixed on her flushed face. I did that. I gave her pleasure like never before.

“I didn’t mean it literally.” She can barely speak but I understand her perfectly well.

“Baby Girl, I don’t play with them words. You say stop, that’s an immediate hands off for me.” My tone may be a bit chastising, but we need to be clear going forward. She can’t be saying things that make me stop in my tracks if she doesn’t mean them. “How about this?”

“How about what?”

Laying my entire body over hers as I keep my weight on my forearms to either side of her head, I grin, showing all of my teeth.

“We get you a safeword. That way when it gets to be too much, you say the word and I’ll know you’re not playin’.” I lick her lips and trap her bottom one with my teeth with gentle pulls.

“A safeword?” There she goes being confused again.

“Yeah. Let’s call it a magic word that stops whatever we’re doing.”

“Any word I want?” I grin at her question and nod.

“Any word you want.”

“Hmm, how about…” She looks away, thinking, and I know she’s found the right word when she snorts out a tiny laugh. “Goldilocks.”

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