Page 87 of Have a Bear-y Little Christmas
It was like he had been waiting for that signal, because his hands slid under my shirt, caressing the rolls I had always been a little self-conscious about. But the hiss of pleasure he made at just touching my skin had me forgetting any insecurities I had about my body.
His fingertips were firebrands, tracing up the length of my spine before reaching the back of my sports bra. I wished I was wearing something sexier, something that would make me feel like a real bombshell, but this was just about the last thing I’d expected to happen when the day started.
Remy didn’t go for the bra, though. He gripped the fabric of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. I raised my arms to let him, realizing he expected it to come off like men’s clothes did. As convenient as that would be, I knew from experience that women’s shirts had much narrower armpits than men’s shirts, and that was what led to the different styles of removing them. Now, I didn’t knowwhyI was aware of that fact, nor did I care. No, what I cared about was the fact that I was now bare from the waist up with the exception of that rather plain sports bra.
“So fucking beautiful,” Remy whispered as if he were in a church service, his hands shifting from my back to slide up my front, his touch almost worshipful across my soft, soft tummy and love handles.
“Remy...” I whimpered, arching my back and trying to push harder down onto his cock. I wanted it, I wanted it so bad that I could almost taste it.
Now there was an idea.
I shifted a bit, fully intending to get off the bed and kneel between those amazingly thick legs of his, but he stopped me short when he gripped my bra.
“Stay, gorgeous. I’m not done with you.”
Oh my god. Was it possible to spontaneously combust? Because I felt like I was about to.
“Okay,” I whispered, mouth completely dry. I didn’t know it was possible to be so entirely possessed and enraptured by one man, but that was exactly what was happening now. All those little insecurities, those mean voices that liked to come out when it was too quiet or I was too tired to keep my guard up, faded to nothing.
“Aren’t you perfect, sweetheart?” Remy drawled in response before tugging the bra over my head.
I raised my arms again, and the movement seemed to give those aforementioned voices a new round of energy. Suddenly, I wondered if my deodorant had held up during the hike. If his enhanced senses thought I was stinky. If he was turned off by the bright, red marks of the elastic against my skin or that my breasts weren’t perky now that they weren’t being held up by the tight fabric.
I should have known better, because Remy’s eyes were on me like I was a great treasure he’d been hunting for. His teeth were still sharp, and his eyes almost had a glow to them, like the animal energy within him was fighting to get out. And when he reached up to cup my breasts, touching ever so gently, I noticed that his nails were slightly longer, sharper, and darkening toward the base of his thick, sand-hued fingers.
“Please,” I practically mewled, and I knew if I thought about that later, I’d be embarrassed, but whatever. Future Jeannie could worry about that. Present Jeannie was about to get her world rocked.
“Oh baby, baby,” Remy said, his voice so low it could barely get out past his fangs. “You don’t have to ask for anything. I’m going to take care of you.”
“I—” I had no idea what I was going to say to that. There wasn’t even a sentence remotely loaded and ready to go in my brain. Remy sealed his mouth over one of my nipples, tongue swirling in a perfect way. “Fuck!”
He rumbled in delight, and I didn’t know if it was from the feel of me, or a response to my reaction. It was such a relatively small sound, but it sent pleasure zipping through every inch of my body, starting at my breasts and going straight down to my clit. My chest was heaving, but it didn’t seem to bother Remy as he pinched my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
With my hips freed from his hold, I saw an opportunity to push a little, to taunt. I began grinding again, picking up the pace until I was rocking against him.
It wasn’t enough pressure, not nearly enough, but it was a delicious appetizer that only fed my desire. My underwear was soaked, and soon my leggings would be too, which was going to make the next day a bit awkward. Eh, Future Jeannie could deal with that.
God, could he smell how aroused I was? How wet I was? I hoped so. I wanted him to know exactly how he made me feel. How he had my body wrapped around his little finger—or rather, his tongue.
Just when I felt like my mind was about to go completely offline, his mouth stopped, as did his fingers, and he pulled back. I tried to follow after him, but he held me in place.
“Get up, gorgeous.”
Get up?
I didn’t know if I could, but his strong arms supported me, lifting me. I knew he could yank me off my feet, so the delicate manner with which he treated me combined with the roughness had me nearly dripping. I loved the dichotomy of it all. The push and the pull. I needed to be careful, because this would be a life-changing experience I couldn’t go back from.
Might as well enjoy it while I had it.
I stood in front of him on shaky legs, and Remy spread his legs invitingly. Did he want me to kneel before him? I was totally up for that. I’d always had a bit of an oral fixation, and I’d love nothing more than to get to know that hidden cock of his with my tongue.
But as my knees began to bend, he stopped me and gave the slightest shake of his head.
Oh, we weren’t doing that?
I was puzzled, but then he tucked his fingers into my waistband and slid my leggings down my thighs, inch by agonizing inch. I wanted him to just rip them off, to be bare before him so he could see how much he affected me. I hadn’t shaved, but what kind of bear was offended by a little bit of fur?
Remy treated every move like it was an act of reverence, and honestly, I was right there with him. I felt like a goddess, standing at my altar as someone looked at me with pure, utter worship.
