Page 30 of Holly's Grizzly

“Holly.” Irving’s half-hooded eyes are dark with warning, his tone graveled and husky, sending a shiver down my spine.

“You didn’t give me a chance to explore last night,” I say, leaning up to press a kiss on his bearded jaw, his neck, dragging my teeth across his skin. “Are you going to ruin my fun?”

My fingers creep lower, teasing at the hair low on his belly before I reach under the waist of his boxer-briefs, wrap them around the base of his cock, and squeeze.

Irving sucks in a harsh breath and his hips jerk off the bed, thrusting into my grip.

All that power coiled in his muscles, the broad expanse of his strength, the throbbing heat of his cock where I have my fingers wrapped around him, it thrills me. It makes a low, slow heat build in my pussy and the rest of me ache with the need to make him feel as good as he made me.

I stroke him again and he growls, hands fisting into the sheets like he’s trying to keep himself from grabbing me. It’s another shot of wicked power straight into my veins, and even though I’m already beyond drunk on it, I want more.

Kissing a trail down Irving’s throat, I ease the covers back with my free hand. In the gray morning light streaming in through the skylight, it puts him on full display.

God, he’s beautiful.

I don’t know where to look first, what to touch first, but I decide to start with the most obvious. Reaching down, I slide his boxers and pajama pants lower, biting back a moan when the rigid length of his cock springs free.

Considering what I have in mind this morning, that moan is half admiration, half intimidation. But I’m not about to chicken out now.

I take my time exploring every inch of him. From the soft springy hair on his chest to the happy trail leading all the way down below his navel, I kiss and lick and nip at him until he seems to be just as far gone as he had me last night. Handsstill fisted in the sheets, eyes screwed shut, he lets out a hissing breath when I finally make it to his cock.

I get my lips around the tip of him and his hips jerk again, forcing him a few inches into my mouth. It’s not necessarily a bad thing, just a surprise, and I gasp and pull back, only to find Irving looking at me with a mixture of horror and embarrassment in his eyes.

“Holly,” he says, breathless. “Fuck, I didn’t mean to—”

“It’s alright,” I hastily assure him.

I reach one hand up to grasp his where it’s knotted in the sheets. Irving loosens his grip, tangles his fingers with mine, and some of the panic melts from his expression as he takes a deep, steadying breath.

“You’re just a little bigger than I’m used to,” I murmur as I lower myself back to his cock. “But I think I can manage.”

“Holly,” he groans as I get my mouth on him again, relaxing my jaw as I take one thick inch, then two, then three, working my tongue over him as I try to get used to his size.

I flick my eyes up, and satisfaction courses through me. Head thrown back, an expression of tortured pleasure on his face, I make it my singular goal in life to take this grizzly apart.

I’m still nowhere near able to take the full length of him into my mouth, but I give it my best try and get creative with my hands, my tongue, stroking him in time with the bob of my head up and down his thick shaft.

Irving lets out a strangled shout as he comes, the hot, thick ropes of his release lashing the back of my throat. All his straining muscles tremble and shake, the taut lines of his throat and almost painful-looking pleasure on his face flooding me with triumph.

At least until his dark brown eyes flick open, hungry and entirely focused on me.

He moves faster than I can react, reaching for me and pulling me into his embrace, flipping our positions so I’m sprawled out on the bed.

And then it’s not triumph filling my veins, but more of that heady, unimaginable pleasure as he takes his time easing his way down my body. With lips and tongue and teeth and all the patience in the world, he takes me apart.

Irving and I are in no hurry to get out of bed.

Even after he gives me two more toe-curling orgasms, and even as the watery light of dawn turns to full day through the skylight, we stay cuddled and close, luxuriating in each other and in having nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing that needs our attention but this.

It gives my mind time to wander.

From all the delicious moments we shared last night, to the day we spent together, back to him finding me in the woods.

I run my hands over the hairy planes of his chest, remembering how massive he was in his other form, how terrifying. My touch makes a low growl of pleasure reverberate in his chest, and it’s just another reminder of how superhuman he truly is.

“Can I…” I start, face flushing when I realize what I almost just asked him.

“Can you what, sweetheart? Because there’s not a whole hell of a lot I’d say no to if you asked.”

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