Page 89 of Have a Bear-y Little Christmas
If my brain was firing on all four cylinders, I would have told him that wasn’t an option, but there wasn’t really space in my head for all that. No, Jeannie was occupying pretty much every single thought and neuron.
And I didn’t mind one bit.
“Are you sure?” I asked, but the question was as much for me as it was for her. Yes, I yearned to be buried within her, wanted to make her come on my cock like I’d made her come on my jeans, then empty myself inside of her until it leaked out and made a mess of the comforter.
But as locked into the moment as I was, I still realized that there was a big difference between what had already happened between us and what she was proposing.
“More than anything,” Jeannie breathed, and God, her voice.I had no idea how she could make three simple words sound like a full symphony, but she did. Dulcet notes with a rasp to them, that rawness brought on by the sheer volume of the cry she’d let out when she’d tumbled over the edge. I had no doubt a few people back at the camp had heard her, but I didn’t give a damn. I wanted them to hear her. To hear her and knowI haddrawn those sounds out of her. That I had pleased her, protected her, and provided for her like a true alpha.
“Protection?” I asked, nearly choking on the word. My inner bear snarled at me for daring to delay, but even if I was utterly intoxicated, I wasn’tstupid.
“I got a partial hysterectomy after Max was diagnosed with cancer,” Jeannie said, the fucked-out look in her eyes sharpening slightly, letting me know she was coherent. “Definitely a process, but worth it.” She padded that alluring, enticingly soft stomach of hers, and a fondness spread through me.
Not just because her body was insane, but because she trusted me with a story that was a little sensitive. I didn’t think I would ever understand what I had done to earn her trust, but I would make sure she never felt it was squandered. Whether we remained friends, or anything else after this Christmas, I knew Jeannie would always have a place in my heart and my memories.
I got up and stood at the foot of the bed, my hands going to my belt buckle. I was so full of tension and energy, it was hard to resist the urge to simply snap it in half. But we still had to walk back in the morning, so it would be better if I didn’t destroy all of our clothing. Sure, maybe it’d been a little selfish to destroyJeannie’s underwear, but it was hard to feel bad about it when she’d be hiking back to the main with some of me still dripping out of her onto her leggings.
Fuck.That thought alone had my cock throbbing against the seam of my jeans, almost unpleasant in its intensity. My bear was screaming at me to get down on the mattress and ravage her, but I was more than the sum of my parts, and I wanted to make the night everything that Jeannie deserved. This was Christmas after all, and although I wouldn’t go so far as to call my dick a present, I wanted to make Jeannie’s holiday special.
“You want this?” I asked. Partially stalling for time, partially because I wanted to hear her say it. Wanted that wicked demand to tumble from those lips that were still shiny and swollen from kissing.
“Yes,” she said breathlessly, her pupils blown so big that her hazel eyes were practically black. “I want you. I wantallof you.”
There was no way I could say no to that even if I wanted to, and I definitely didn’t want to, so I popped open the buckle and practically ripped my belt from the loops in my pants. The movement caused Jeannie’s cooling scent to rise up from the slightly damp patch on my jeans, and that was enough to send another lance of pain through me.
I didn’t think I’d been so hard in years, and it was a teeth-gritting, fist-shaking intensity that made the civilized part of me sink deeper and deeper. I probably should have been going slower, going gentler, making sure my teeth were all the way dull and my claws were nonexistent. But I couldn’t. I wanted Jeannie with a visceral force, and I wanted her withallof me, not just the affable, pleasant side I showed the rest of the world.
I truly believed that she wanted all of me too.
“Please,” she whispered, and that was my undoing. I shoved my pants down to my thighs, not even taking enough time to fully free myself. I had to be in her, and I had to be in hernow.
“Breathe for me, sweetheart,” I said as I fell on the bed between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs to push them toward her chest. I love the way that it deepened the softness of her, legs pressing against her stomach and breasts, and showing me that pretty pink pussy that was so incredibly wet for me.
I was definitely tempted to dive forward and bury my face in her, to eat her out until I was too full for Christmas dinner, but I didn’t think I could take another minute of restraint. Not with the way she was looking at me, begging me to fill her in a way only I could.
Did she have any idea what she did to me? How she demanded the attention of both my sides? I loved the way she defied me, occasionally teasing or poking at power dynamics, and I loved the way she succumbed to me, eyes half-lidded, cheeks pink, and unable to deny that she wanted what I could give her. It was the ultimate push and pull of two equals, two souls locked in a dance where neither led and yet both followed the other seamlessly.
I mentally uttered a quick prayer to the gods of humans and bears alike, because she truly looked like a deity spread out below me.
“Breathe,” I reminded her for the second time as I finally pulled my cock out of my briefs, gripping my pulsing length in my fist. My palm wasn’t the right texture, didn’t have the silky heat I knew was waiting for me, so it was an entirely new form of torture.
“Shit,” Jeannie whispered, her eyes locked on my length, and I wasn’t immune to the swell of masculine pride. Size didn’t really matter if you had no technique, but my ego didn’t care for that reminder.
I moved forward, guiding my aching, swollen head toward her entrance, but then an errant thought caught up with me, and I stopped dead in my tracks.
I had only ever been with one woman in my entire life. Zara. My darling. My wife. She’d been my first and everything.
We’d had a healthy sex life, perhaps even a bit of a raucous one at first, but as the years marched on and her degenerative disease took a stronger hold on her, it had evolved into something gentler. Sweeter. And I had been perfectly okay with that because any time spent with my love was worth it.
But as much as I would cherish those memories, I couldn’t help but wonder… What if I sucked?
It was a sobering thought andjustenough to take the edge off the lust that encompassed every inch of my body. Jeannie deserved the best I could give her, the absolute best, but what if it wasn’t good enough?
“Are you still with me?” Her soft voice drew me back to the moment and I glanced up from that shiny pussy to see a gentle expression on her face. “Do you need a break?”
“I…” Swallowing hard, I tried to order my thoughts. I was caught between the desire to take her, to slide into her and claim her like the alpha I was, and to have her just hold me, our bodies entwined as our heartbeats synced up. I knew I could take either path, but what I didn’t know was which one I wanted. “I’ve only ever been with my wife,” I admitted finally. If I was going to do this, I wanted her to understand the facts at hand.
But my bear was going crazy, wanting to grip, to take, tofuckuntil Jeannie was screaming my name in undiluted ecstasy. I’d had to be so careful, so gentle and slow with Zara, and while I had considered it an honor, now my more primal side wanted to be at the helm. It wasn’t just that Jeannie could handle it, but that she would like it, and that was a dizzying concept.
