Page 79 of Into The Light
I cry out, my knees dipping—helpless to stop myself, I pinch my nipples again, even harder, and he flicks me with his tongue at the same time and now the wave of pleasure is a sudden sharp blast, and the heat is nuclear within me, the pressure titanic. My cries emerge in a series of rough, throaty, staccato moans and whimpers, each one louder and wilder than the last as Bear’s tongue and lips ply my sex, flicking and swirling and circling and tweaking my hypersensitive center. My nipples ache and throb as I pinch and roll them, squeezing hard enough that the sharp sting of pain makes my gasps breathless and my knees threaten to give out.
Bear's hands cradle my bottom, pulling me against him, and now his tongue swipes up relentlessly, fast and greedy. The pressure increases inside me in ramping waves, the heat billowing like an out-of-control wildfire, and all I can do now is ride the waves, knees dipping, hips pushing against his devouring mouth.
"Oh god, Bear. Oh god, oh god, ohgod—Bear!” I barely recognize my own voice; it's rough and ragged and raw, thick with arousal. "I need to come. Please. Please. Ohgodohgodohgod—please, Bear, I need to come."
Who is this Noelle, saying these things, begging this man for an orgasm?
I can't stand upright on my own—I hunch forward over Bear, bracing myself on his massive, rock-hard shoulders, knees bent, hips grinding, back against the wall.
It hits me all at once.
My climax is so powerful it rips a full-throated scream out of me, a scream worthy of a slasher film. My hands clutch at Bear’s head, my hips flying, flexing, thrusting as the orgasm shatters me and shatters me, pieces of my soul flung to the farthest corners of existence as his mouth covers my sex and sucks hard, and now I feel pressure against my seam, something thick and hard nudging my opening—pressing, slipping between my slick lips, arousal leaking out of me, coating me, drenching me. The orgasm continues to wrench my body into contortions of ecstasy, the scream fading into gasps, groans, and whimpers, and that pressure against my opening becomes penetration—his finger sliding into me, centimeter by centimeter, and my jaw drops open, and my eyes fly wide. I look down and find his eyes. He pulls away, lips and beard glistening with my essence, shower spray dotting his face and beard, droplets rolling down his shoulders as the stream batters his broad back. I watch, rapt and awed and breathless, as his middle finger fills my sex, splitting me open, taking the wild crescendo of climax into something else, something beyond mere orgasm.
Another wave bursts in my belly as his finger drills deep into me, curling, scraping against some secret place that rips another sudden scream out of me—another smashing, shattering climax shearing me into sobbing, weeping, boneless pieces.
My knees give out totally, and Bear catches me. I'm dizzy, disoriented, gasping raggedly. I'm floating, drifting. Cold air washes over me. Something soft and warm wraps around me. I'm settled onto my bed, mind spinning, my whole body twitching and spasming as aftershocks seize me like mini-earthquakes.
A moment later, his hot hard chest becomes my pillow, his arms wrapped around me, sheltering me from the storm of orgasms still shuddering through me.
I must pass out for a moment because I find myself blinking my eyes open—daylight has faded, and Bear's breathing is slow and soft and deep. But when I crane my neck to look up at him, he's awake. His gray-green eyes are tender and warm on mine.
"Hey." His voice is low, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "There you are."
"Did…did I…pass out?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"How long was I out?"
“Not long. Twenty minutes. Maybe thirty."
A throw blanket covers our naked bodies.
I roll against him, and look into his eyes. "Bear, I…." I press my face into his chest, cheeks burning. "I'm at a loss for words."
"Don't have to say anything."
I swallow hard, a lump of emotion in my throat. "I didn't know it could feel like that." I shimmy up his body until I can capture his mouth and claim his tongue. "I don't know what you did, but it was incredible.Beyondincredible. I've…I've never…" I bury my nose and mouth in the side of his throat, shake my head as I hunt for words that will express my feelings at this moment, and come up short. "Nothing has ever felt like that. Not even close."
"Giving that to you…" he ghosts a thumb over my mouth. "Greatest privilege of my whole fucking life." His lips touch mine, whispering. "Thank you, Noelle. Thank you for trusting me with your perfect body."
I can't help but laugh. "I should be thankingyou, Bear."
"Told you. It was my privilege. Getting to touch you. See you. Be with you. Hear you scream. Knowing you picked me, of anyman in the world, to give you pleasure….fuck. Nothing better in the whole wide world. Not a single goddamn thing."
My eyes burn. "God, Bear."
Another ache takes root inside me. Another, different kind of need. This one is not for my release now, but his.
I slide the blanket down around our hips, baring the hard, rippling expanse of his chest and abdomen. A thick smattering of rust-red curls covers his chest, narrowing to a thin line trailing down beneath the blanket. His nipples are flat buttons surrounded by tan ovals, the pecs massive and hard and bulging with power. I trace a long keloid scar line. Touch a round, puckered one. A burn under his ribcage on the left side.
Tug the blanket lower, kick it away entirely—his manhood, not erect at this moment, is long and thick, curled against his thigh, a profusion of copper pubic hair surrounding the thick root and heavy balls.
"Noelle, you…you don't need to—" he starts.
I cover his mouth with my hand. "I want to. Iwantto touch you. I wanted to touch you in the shower. I'm just sorry I was so selfish."
He shakes his head. "Nothing selfish about that. It was beautiful."
