Page 27 of Bear In Mind

We both groaned as pleasure burst through my core.

His thumb went to my clit, circling the nub with fervor.The sensations wracking me from his action had me bouncing atop him, writhing into his touch.

Sliding my fingers through his hair, I tugged on his roots.Without warning, he flipped me and placed my hands flat on the coffee table in front of us, my ass high in the air and all of my bad angles on display.Before I could ask what he was doing, before I could stop my glasses from slipping down, he grabbed my hips and thrust into me.I thought I was going to go flying forward, but he caught me.He held me in place as he fucked me hard and fast from behind.

A frenzy of sensations swamped me.He hit places I never knew existed and the pleasure that stemmed from them was overwhelming.The back of my thighs screamed, but I didn’t care.He took me with such abandon, I couldn’t help but feel desired.

Bending over me, he grunted with each upstroke.The primal sounds he made combined with the feelings he had inundating my body sent me soaring fast.

Abruptly, he dropped backwards, taking me with him onto the sofa.He didn’t lose his rhythm, driving into me with desperation.His fingers sought my clit, teasing the bundle of nerves.Combined with his cock butting my cervix over and over, the feel of his hard surrounding my soft, the sounds that filled the room and the nibbles he did across my shoulder were enough; were more than enough.

Grabbing his forearms, I twisted into his furious fingers.Pressure crushed my limbs, had me straining, reaching.For one brief moment, he stiffened before pummeling my pussy.The break followed by a new wave of assault threw me over the edge.

My cries melded with his growls as we shook around each other.My vision blurred at the edges, my heart raced and my pulse thumped wildly.Wave after wave of pleasure crashed through me.Prickles of awareness, of delicious awareness, danced along my skin.I gasped for air as my body struggled to handle the onslaught of pleasure.The power of it stole my thoughts, had me clinging to him as though I would drift away.

He held me tighter, softening his touch, slowing his rhythm to a lazy glide.His chest rose and fell harshly beneath my back as he kissed a trail along my shoulder and neck.“Fuck.”It was a breathless declaration that properly summarized the intense quickie.

“Yeah.”I was winded, panting.My limbs continued to quiver, as if my blood sugar was crashing.I couldn’t seem to maintain my grip on him with the same strength as before.

Pressing his lips to the side of my neck, he sat up higher, taking me with him.His arms secured me to him, not letting me slip an inch.“You okay, honey?”

“Yeah.”I began to feel the weight of exhaustion blanketing me.It’d been a long day.Resting my hands atop his, I relaxed into his embrace.I’d never been so content to just remain.Some illogical part of me didn’t want to let him go, didn’t want to lose him.He said this was forever, and I wanted to believe him, so badly, but- “Don’t leave me, Bear.”My eyelids felt heavy as I blinked.My heartbeat began to slow as I fought for consciousness.

“Never.I’ll never leave you, Bryn.”His words were more than a whisper, more than a declaration; they were a promise, one that had me believing him fully for the first time.

Chapter Eighteen

Bryn

Snuggling deeper beneath the blanket, I curled into-

My eyes shot open and I fumbled, quickly trying to get my wits about me.

“Shh.”He snatched me, keeping me from falling off of the couch.Pulling me back to rest in his lap, I realized he’d held me the entire time I slept.“You’re okay.”He brushed his hand gently up and down my arm.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I took in my surroundings.The living room was dark, the only light coming from a movie playing on the TV.The pizza box sat closed on the coffee table, an empty beer, an unopened bottle of water and my glasses on either side of it.A blanket lay atop my curves yet I immediately knew I was naked beneath it.

He studied me, lightly sweeping his hands across various parts of me.The athletic shorts he’d donned earlier covered him now.

I frowned.“How long was I asleep?”

“A couple hours.”His hand stopped moving to rest across my plush stomach.

Feeling my cheeks warm, I moved to sit up, accepting his help.Tucking the blanket beneath my arms, I held tightly to it as he pulled me onto his lap, my back resting against his arm and the side of the couch.“Sorry.”

“Honey, I’d rather have you well and rested.”Leaning over me, he pulled the coffee table closer.“Part of being well is eating regularly.”

How could I explain that I’d never had a traditional eating pattern?When you were in school, had a sick parent or relative, were working on your feet fulltime, when you were busy in general, you ate when you thought about it and when you had the time to.

Reaching down, ensuring the blanket stayed in place, I slipped on my glasses and opened the box.I was surprised to see that half of the extra large pie was gone already.Grabbing a slice, I sat back, settling into his embrace again.Glimpsing at the flat screen TV, just in time to see a buff male character whip out a gun, I asked, “What movie is this?”Absently, I took a bite of the pizza.

“We can watch it later.”Moving his arm behind me, abruptly, the screen went to a menu of channels.“Right now, we need to talk.”

Taking another bite out of the slice, I looked at him.Nodding my head, I chewed and swallowed.“Okay.”

“If you ever have a question, you ask.I don’t care if you think it’s stupid; I don’t care if it is stupid.I’d rather you have definitive answers than to walk around wondering, especially when it comes to me and my bear.”He watched me closely.His eyes weren’t illuminated, but I knew he was seeing every detail.

Sobering fully, waking fully, I braced myself for what was to come.No one ever said ‘we need to talk’when it was good news.Using the food to distract myself, I bit into it again.

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