Page 166 of Call the Shots
Bear entered the bedroom, ripping off his shirt.
“Hey—um—” I swallowed. I didn’t realize I’d feel like this. “It’s been a while since I’ve been fully naked in front of someone…”
He stopped unzipping his jeans. “Oh. Is this a—uh—trigger for you?”
“Maybe? I don’t know.”
He picked up his shirt. “Do you want me to put this on?”
“No. I want—um—to try clothes off but there’s a possibility I might put some of them back on or—I don’t know.” Shit. Where did the anxiety come from? Why couldn't it crawl under a rock?
“I’m happy with anything you give me,” he said softly.
My cheeks warmed. “Oh.”
“But can I take my jeans off? I slept in them. I can change into sweats.”
“You can take them off. You don’t have to put anything on,” I said, embarrassed, pulling my shirt up before I stopped. “I usedto have a flat stomach. My hips didn’t look like this, they looked like this—” I made the motion with my hand. “And my breasts were smaller and perkier. Now they sag and—if you’re expecting the polaroid pictures, that’s not what I look like anymore.”
“I’m not thinking about those, June.”
I couldn’t change anything about my body and thinking like that would’ve made my new therapist click her pen. I took a deep breath and slowly slipped off my shirt.
“I’ll be respectful,” he assured me.
It wasn’t even one of my cute bras. I winced at the sight and unclasped it from the back, my breasts spilling free.
“Fuck mein the head—” Bear blurted out. “Sorry. I—sorry. They’re—I didn’t think they—your bras are doing a lot to hide—holy fuck. Sorry. Fuck.”
My body burned with the blush while Bear’s breathing turned ragged. He took a step forward and stopped himself, hands curling into fists. The only thing he wore were the boxers and the fabric strained from his erection.
I never realized how much I wanted that. Wanted Bear to like me because I liked him. I wanted him to be attracted to me in the same way I found him attractive. It’d always been a tossup with Xavier, I could never be enough, and I didn’t realize how much that affected me until now. With each heavy breath Bear took, I felt less unsure and more in control.
“Can I touch?” he choked out.
I nodded and Bear strode over, dipping down to kiss me. Goosebumps pebbled my skin while his hands roamed, only stopping when he broke away to gaze in wonder.
“I’ve wanted you for so fucking long,” he muttered, kissing me harder. His tongue swiped along my bottom lip, leaving me trembling.
It wasmorethan I’d ever experienced. More everything. What was it? I was so sensitive with him. When he dipped tokiss my neck, I could feel his lips moving, his teeth nipping the skin, every breathless pant. I’d never been so aware of someone before.
“If someone wakes me up, I’m going to murder them,” he muttered, catching my lips for another kiss.
Bear backed me to the bed, and I touched his chest, drifting lower and lower to the hard muscles of his stomach until my fingers met his happy trail. I could only focus so much. He deepened every kiss until I melted.Fuck,why didn’t we do this earlier?
I touched his bulge through his boxers, and he gasped into the kiss.
“No—” Bear backed away. “Nope, fuck no.”
I blinked, confused. “What is it?”
“I—uh—need to eat you out,” he hurried to say and propped me up on the bed. I tried to touch his chest, and he brushed me away. “Don’t—June. Don’t touch.”
“Why?”
“Look—I—” He squeezed his eyes shut. “I can feel the pressure building, I’m going to cum early. You make these sounds, and you look so beautiful, and you’re naked on my bed, this is what I’ve been fantasizing about for a long time.” He got down on his knees and dragged me towards him. “I’m excited, okay? This hasn’t happened to me before you, this is fucking embarrassing.”
He spread my legs and fell silent.
