Page 76 of The Grizzly Situation
“No, I don’t think so.”
He frowned. “You talked to Benjy, didn’t you?”
I nodded.
“Honey, we’re not him and Chaim.”
“But in a way, you are. You’re bigger than life, the one who safeguards everyone else here. That’s the role I see you in, and I can’t picture you in another way. And I’m afraid if we did do that, it would change how I see you.”
He nuzzled my neck. “Uly, we’re good if you want to try. I’m not gonna say you have to, but the option will always be there.”
And I understood and appreciated it.
“Let’s give this another go,” I told him. “I want you inside me.”
His face showed his concern, which emboldened me. “Are you certain? It will hurt.”
And that did worry me, but not showing him I trusted him? That was a no go for me.
“Let’s do it. Just,…”
“I swear, I won’t do anything you don’t want, and you’ll be properly loosened before we move on to the next step.
I lay back, gave him a smile, and spread my legs.
He flopped down beside me without any grace at all, then put his big hand over my stomach, as he rubbed gently. “From what I’ve read, there are a few positions that make it easier for the first time. The one I was looking at has us spooning and doing it that way. I liked that one because it allows me to hold you while we do it.”
That sounded good to me. Having his hands on me would make me feel protected, even as I was trying to come to terms with him taking me. I had to be honest, though. Of everyone I ever met, Brent was the one I trusted most to do this. My mate.
“Let’s give it a go.”
He smiled and my heart thumped. He was such a beautiful man, if someone as big and imposing as him could be considered gorgeous.
“Okay.” He sucked in a breath. “Remember, this is new for me too, so I have to depend on you to help me along. Tell me what feels good, what doesn’t. We’re on this journey together, okay?”
And that, more than anything else, went a long way toward making me feel better about this whole thing. He pressed a hand to my back, forcing me onto my stomach.
“But I thought?—”
“No, we’re still going to do it on our sides, but this will help me loosen you up. Get you more relaxed. Do you trust me?”
Without hesitation I replied, “Yeah, I do.”
“Good, I’m glad.”
Then he parted my ass cheeks and stuffed his face in there.
“Dude, what the heck?” I cried, doing my best to scramble away.
He didn’t answer, just clamped his hands on my hips as he kept spearing my hole with his tongue, though he did throw in a few moans that made it even hotter. Soon his ministrations had me writhing on the bed, panting, begging, babbling. He’d turned me into a gibbering mess, and I was okay with that. Then I felt his finger there again. He didn’t say anything, just pressed gently. Surprisingly, my hole opened up and he slid in like butter. Now it was my turn to moan.
“Is that okay?”
“Yeah. It’s so good.”
“I’m glad.” He stuck his tongue in, working in tandem with his finger, and I was flying high. After a few minutes he pulled back and I wanted to protest. “Think you’re ready for another finger?”
I nodded sharply.
