Page 44 of Befriending the Bear
“St-stunning…”
The sheer appreciation in his gaze made me feel like a million bucks. “Thank you.” I pointed at his pants. “May I?”
I had expected him to hesitate or maybe even change his mind, but instead, he rolled off me and, with a lightning-fast move, took care of his pants himself, leaving him in his underwear, like me.
Before I could take my fill, he’d slid back on top of me, fusing our mouths together. He tasted so good that even if this was all we did, I’d be the happiest man on the planet. As much as I wanted more, I’d be content to kiss Calloway for as long as he let me.
I was in heaven.
15
CALLOWAY
The feel of Fraser under me, solid and warm and real, sent electricity through every nerve ending. My body, dormant for so long, had awakened with a vengeance. Every kiss, every touch, every breath against my skin felt magnified, like I was experiencing sensation for the first time.
“Is this okay?” Fraser murmured against my lips, his hands framing my face with tenderness.
“Y-yes.” The word came out breathless, desperate. “More than okay.”
We kissed again, slower this time, savoring. His beard scratched deliciously against my skin, a contrast to the softness of his lips. I ran my hands over his broad shoulders, down his back, marveling at the play of muscle beneath warm skin.
His chest was solid and powerful, covered in graying hair that felt coarse under my palms. I traced the web of old burn scars across his left shoulder, the raised tissue telling stories of battles with fire. His arms were thick with the kind of strength built from years of physical labor, and I could feel the softness at his waist where muscle had relaxed into something more comfortable.
He was beautiful. Every scar, every imperfection, was a sign of a life fully lived. The fact that he was here, in my arms, felt like a miracle.
Fraser shifted, pressing kisses along my jaw, down my neck. He kissed, licked, sucked, and each touch sent sparks through me, building a heat low in my belly that I’d forgotten existed. When he found that sensitive spot where neck met shoulder, I gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.
“Like that?”
I could only nod, words temporarily beyond me for reasons that had nothing to do with my stutter. He smiled against my skin and did it again, this time with a hint of teeth. The sound that escaped me would’ve been embarrassing if Fraser hadn’t groaned in response, his hips pressing upward against mine.
The friction, even through our underwear, was exquisite torture. I could feel how hard he was, how much he wanted this, wanted me. The knowledge that I could still inspire this kind of desire, that my body could still give and receive pleasure, sent a thrill through me.
“May I touch you?” Fraser asked, his hand resting on my hip, thumb tracing small circles that made me shiver.
“P-please.”
His hand slipped beneath the waistband of my underwear, wrapping around my aching cock with perfect pressure. I arched into his touch, a broken sound escaping my lips. It had been so long since anyone had touched me like this, with intent and desire and care all wrapped together.
“You’re perfect…” Fraser stroked slowly, learning what made me gasp and writhe beneath him. “So perfect, Calloway.”
I wanted to reciprocate, to make him feel as good as he was making me feel. My hand found its way between us, palming him through his underwear. He was hot and hard beneath my touch,and the groan he let out when I squeezed gently made me feel powerful in a way I’d forgotten existed.
“Off.” I tugged at his waistband. “Want to f-feel you.”
We fumbled with clothing, laughing breathlessly at the awkward logistics of removing underwear while horizontal and entwined. But then we were skin to skin, nothing between us, and the laughter died in our throats.
“God, Calloway…” Fraser looked up at me with such heat in his eyes that it made me blush. “You have no idea how beautiful you are.”
I leaned down for another kiss, pouring everything I couldn’t say into the contact. My hand wrapped around his cock. He was thick and heavy, his cock shorter than mine but with a girth that made something inside me clench with need. I wasn’t ready for that yet, but I had no intention of stopping what we were doing now. It felt way too good.
He moaned into my mouth as I did an experimental stroke, twisting my hand upward at the end. His cock twitched in my grip, a bead of moisture appearing at the tip. I swiped my thumb over it, spreading the slickness, and Fraser shuddered under me. “Fuck, that feels good. Don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. I set a steady rhythm, stroking him from root to tip, drinking in every gasp and groan. His own hand returned to my cock, and soon we were lost in mutual pleasure, hips rocking together as we chased release.
“Calloway…” My name on his lips ended in a moan. “Sweetheart, I… I’m so close already.”
“M-me too…” My own release was building at the base of my spine, coiling tighter with each slide of his hand. “Don’t stop, please d-don’t stop.”
