Page 39 of The Bear's Matchmaking Mix-up Mate
He tightened his arms around her waist, lifting her slightly. A small sound escaped her throat as she pressed herself against his hardness, the friction making him groan into her mouth. His bear growled with need, urging him to claim her fully.
“Make love to me,” she whispered against his lips, her voice trembling with desire.
Finn pulled back, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He searched her face in the moonlight, needing to be certain. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint.
She nodded, her eyes luminous in the darkness. “We’re mates,” she said simply. “And I want you in a way I’ve never wanted anything before.”
The words sent a tremor through his entire body as he bent to kiss her again. As if to reinforce her words, Wren slid her hands up his chest to caress his broad shoulders, fingers tracing the outline of his muscles. She pushed his shirt from his shoulders, exposing the hardness of his chest and the soft trail of hair that led downward. He shrugged it off, never taking his mouth from hers, and reached for the hem of her dress then pulled itover her head, leaving her in nothing but her bra and lace panties, her bare skin glowing in the moonlight.
Finn’s eyes devoured her, drinking in every line and curve. Her breasts, full and inviting, rose and fell with each breath. Her nipples were taut, pebbled against the cool air. His hands trembled as he cupped them, brushing his thumbs lightly across each bud, savoring her gasp of pleasure.
Then he dropped to his knees before her, leaving a trail of soft kisses from her belly button and then lower, his breath hot and enticing against her sensitive flesh.
Wren’s hands tangled in his hair as he pressed soft kisses over her mound, breathing her in. Needing more, he hooked his thumbs under the lace of her panties and slid them down her legs, his lips following the path. Then, he carefully helped her step out of her panties and cast them aside.
Wren shivered as she inched her legs apart in invitation, one he could not refuse. He trailed his fingers gently up the inside of her thigh, feeling her tremble at his touch. Taking his time, he pressed a kiss to her inner knee, then higher, his mouth mapping the softness of her skin, the delicate curve of her hip.
Finally, he pressed his lips against her most intimate place, drinking in her essence. Wren whimpered, her fingers twisting in his hair as her legs parted wider in surrender. The sound sent fire racing through his veins as his tongue traced slow circles around her sensitive bud.
“Finn,” she gasped, her voice breaking on his name.
He licked her slowly, savoring her taste, teasing her with gentle strokes as her legs trembled against his shoulders. The moonlight bathed her skin in silver, making her look ethereal, otherworldly, yet so beautifully human in her desire. His bear rumbled with satisfaction deep inside him, urging him to taste more, to claim what was his.
Finn slid his hands over the soft curves of her bottom and pressed closer, dipping his tongue inside her. The sound that escaped her throat was primal, desperate.
“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “More...”
He couldn’t deny her anything. Not now, not ever. Finn licked and sucked at her most sensitive spot as he slipped two fingersinside her, hooking them just so to find that hidden place that would bring her the most pleasure. In and out he moved, grazing her inner walls with deliberate pressure while his tongue danced over her.
Wren’s thighs began to quiver, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her hands clutched his hair tighter, pulling almost painfully, but the sting only heightened his own desire. He could feel her approaching the edge, teetering on that exquisite precipice.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
Finn increased his pace, his fingers moving in rhythm with his tongue until she came around his fingers, her inner muscles clenching rhythmically as waves of pleasure washed through her. He didn’t relent, drawing out her pleasure until she collapsed to her knees, her body limp and trembling.
He stood on shaky legs, his own need almost painful now. Leaning down, he gathered Wren into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Her skin was flushed and damp with perspiration, her eyes half-lidded with lingering pleasure.
With reverent fingers, he reached behind her to undo her bra, sliding it from her shoulders. The sight of her bare breasts made his breath catch.
They fit perfectly in his palms as he caressed them, teasing the rosy peaks with his thumbs until they hardened beneath his touch. He lowered his head, taking one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud while he slid his hand down her body and stroked her mound.
“Finn,” she whispered, her hands fumbling with his belt. “I need you.”
He helped her, kicking off his jeans and boxers in one swift movement. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of him, fullyaroused and ready, then she wrapped her fingers around his length, stroking him with a gentle pressure that made him groan against her breast.
“Make love to me,” she urged, her legs parting in invitation.
Finn positioned himself between her thighs, the tip of his hardness pressing against her entrance. The heat of her nearly undid him as she guided him forward, her eyes locked with his. As he inched into her, the sensation was so intense, so perfect, that he had to clench his teeth to maintain control. He bit down on his lower lip, fighting the urge to thrust deep and hard.
“Are you sure?” he asked one last time, his voice strained with the effort of restraint.
In answer, Wren lifted her hips, urging him on. Finn inched forward slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size, until he was fully seated within her. The sensation of her around him, tight and hot and perfect, was almost too much to bear.
Then he began to move, drawing back before pushing forward again, establishing a rhythm that soon had her gasping beneath him. He lowered his head to capture her nipple again, flicking his tongue across it as he thrust deeper, harder.
Wren drew her knees up, changing the angle so that each stroke brushed against her sensitive bud. Her nails raked lightly down his back as her pleasure built once more.
Then she came, and she cried out, her inner walls clenching around him.
