Page 27 of Renaissance Bear

"You liked that," he breathed. Alis whimpered again, lifting her chest into his touch, then catching her breath as he tugged her nipple again. It felt so good, blotting out all thought, making her crave nothing more than to be touched. She felt his other hand at her waist, beneath her tanktop, and he pulled the fabric lightly. "Take it off."

She didn't think she'd ever pulled a shirt off so fast in her life. Jon flicked the fastening of her bra open as the shirt came off, and suddenly his mouth was on her nipple, sucking and nibbling as his fingertips played the other one. Alis thought she should be falling over, or maybe she was flying, bent back, oh, that explained why she wasn't falling. She was bent back in his arm,his easy, confident strength along her spine, holding her in place while he teased her breasts until she was clinging to his hair and whimpering helplessly. Her whole world was made up of the aching pleasure in her nipples and the throbbing heat between her legs, and she couldn't quite figure out if she wanted more immediately or to be deliciously tormented forever.

Jon answered that for her, straightening up just before she thought she might actually come from the attention he'd paid to her swollen nipples. He stripped his shirt off, giving her a glimpse of strong, gorgeous muscle before he turned her away from himself and pressed her against the door. Alis gasped and Jon slid a hand down her belly, beneath her waistband, beneath her panties, and stopped with his fingertips just barely delving into her cleft. Alis cried out impatiently and tipped her hips forward, trying to encourage his touch where she wanted it to be, and felt his grin against her shoulder. "You want it just like that?"

"Please, Jon, yes. Please!"

He pressed against her, the incredible heat of his body warming her from shoulder to ass, then slid his fingers deeper, capturing her clit between them. Alis cried out again, rolling her hips into his touch, and his smile flickered against her shoulder again. "That's right. Go on, Alis. Take as much as you want. I'm right here. I won't let you fall."

She didn't think shecouldfall, with his fingers so deep between her thighs, with his hand trapped so close against her thanks to the shorts he still hadn't removed. She gasped something, half a protest, half pleading, a little embarrassed at how badly she wanted to ride his fingers until she came. Then he lifted his free hand to her breast again, pinching and tugging her nipple with the same rough care as before, and her embarrassment fled in a desperate need to get off on the strong fingers working between her legs.

Orgasm hit like a gift from above, white-hot pleasure that soaked her shorts and left her too wobbly to stand. Not that she was in any danger of falling, with Jon's arm around her so snugly as he crooned approval but shuddered with desire of his own. "Alis, can I…?"

"God, please, yes! Condom," she added a little hazily, and he breathed a laugh that spilled cool air down her spine.

"Got one." He kept his fingers lodged between her legs, letting her moan and move against them as he finally unzipped her shorts and pushed them down. His own jeans went the same way, followed by a faintly frustrated laugh. "Getting this on is a two-hand job. Hang on."

Still a little vaguely, she said, "I can help," and started to turn, but he leaned into her again, his hot length pressing against her ass.

"You stay right where you are."

Alis made a noise, thin and high and helpless as the command shivered through her, then moaned as his hand slipped away from between her legs so he could put the damned condom on. Then he leaned up against her again, the scent of latex faint in the air as he put his hand over her cleft again, the same not-quite-there touch as before. "Is like this okay?"

"Anything's okay! Please, I want it!"

Jon laughed and kissed her shoulder. "I want you so much. You're so damn beautiful."

"I'm here. I'm here, please, Jon, God, take me, I'm here!" Alis couldn't remember ever begging like this before, but the man behind her was so strong and certain, and being with him felt so right that it was all she ever wanted to do. She pushed her hips back into his, whimpering, then groaned out loud as he slid his fingers over her clit again. For a moment she was at war with herself, wanting to press back so he would claim her and wanting to press forward and ride his fingers again. But then he tiltedher hips for her, and took her deeply, his cock sliding beautifully over the sensitive spot inside as his fingers squeezed her clit again. Alis said, "Oh my God," thickly. "Oh my God, yes, Jon, yes, holy—!" and came a second time.

He breathed, "Ohyeah," against her spine and held still a moment, pressing deep inside her with a mind-blowing breadth, shuddering with pleasure atherpleasure. "That's my girl. That's good. God, Alis, you feel good." He withdrew slowly and pushed back in again just as slowly, murmuring praise until Alis began to claw at the door and at his hip, pleading for more. Then she felt his smile again, and heard a murmured, "You want it quick and dirty, is that it, Alis? You want to not know what hit you?"

"Yes! God, yes, hard and fast and then,thenslow, okay, Jon? Please? Yes? Please, I want to feel you come, too, it'll be so hot and good." Alis didn't know what she'd done with herself, asking for that, but it felt right in the moment, and it felt even better as Jon groaned and thrust into her harder.

"I won't last," he said thickly. "If I go fast, Alis, I won't last."

She grabbed his hip again, pushing herself back onto him. "That's kind of the idea, yes, please, please?"

He whispered, "Oh, God," against her shoulder, then drove into her hard enough to cross her eyes in the best possible way. She braced, pushing back, lost in the heat and passion, and cried out with him as Jon's heat spilled in deep throbs that were exactly,exactlywhat she wanted to feel.

They stood together for a few seconds in the aftermath, and Alis didn't know whose knees buckled first, only that they were suddenly on the floor in a giggling, gasping tangle, seeking each other's mouths for kisses and nuzzles, and that it was perfect.

Chapter 13

Sunlight slid across Alis's face like another warm nuzzle, making her smile and throw her arm over her eyes drowsily. She had no idea what time it was. She didn't care. The only time she and Jon had moved more than an arm's length apart all night was when Jon had gone to throw her clothes into the washing machine, and then the dryer, which Alis really,reallyappreciated, because they were absolutely not going to be fit for wear otherwise.

He'd picked her up last night, when they'd gotten off the floor. She was much too tall for men to pick her up, generally, but he'd done it easily, and carried her to the bed like it was nothing. He'd sat her on the edge of it, knelt, and had worked his way down her body with his mouth, driving her to a frenzy of need she wouldn't have thought possible as he kept that 'fast, then slow' promise in spades.

Unfortunately, instead of being able to stay there and explore that some more, nature called. Alis groaned and rolled out of bed, lurching toward the bathroom as she heard Jon roll over behind her. Then he audibly sat up and said, "Oh myGod.What happened to you? I didn't do that!" in real horror.

Alis sleepily looked down, turning around like she could see her whole self better that way, but there wasn't anything amiss, as far as she could tell. "Um?"

"Thatbruise!" Jon scooted to the edge of the bed and lifted her arm. Alis peered, then pulled her boob inward with the opposite hand so she could more easily see past it to her ribs.

There was amassivelyimpressive purple bruise from where she'd taken the hit from Lord Argent in their exhibition bout. It was about the length of her hand and most of an inch wide, wrapping around her ribs. She blinked at it, then at Jon. "Sword fighting?"

"Sw—you fight?"

"I spar," Alis said cautiously. It felt absurd to keep the Black Knight's secret from him, but she'd been keeping it so long in general that it also felt impossible to confess now. "I probably picked it up during a session and didn't notice."

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