Page 90 of Have a Bear-y Little Christmas
“That’s okay,” she murmured, and God, her scent filled the entire room. Lust. Desire. Concern. Comfort. All of it was so heady that it was hard to keep my thinking straight. “If we’re confessing things, I’ve only slept with one person since Max’sdad, and it wasn’t exactly a lengthy or enjoyable encounter. Turns out I’m not meant for one-night stands.”
I nodded, not sure if I would be capable of speech until I crested the rising tide of a thousand different thoughts within my head. My bear snarled at the idea of another man’s hands on her—which was stupid considering she had a child and I had absolutely no actual claim to her—while simultaneously being so sure that we could give her the type of treatment she deserved. Somewhere between worship and destruction, holy and sinful all at once.
But then my human mind was touched. Borderline overwhelmed. Somehow Jeannie understood me more than I ever expected anyone to understand me again, our connection shimmering bright in my mind.
Was I ruining that connection by doing this? Just yesterday, having sex with Jeannie wasn’t even a possibility in my mind. But shifting for the first time in a little over two years had unlocked something within me, a part that had fallen into utter neglect without me even intending to.
“Remy?” Jeannie extended her hand, looking at me with utter care. “Let’s just cuddle.”
“You’d be okay with stopping now?” I rasped, so completely caught between two exclusionary thoughts. “In the middle of things?”
“Of course. Like we both promised, we only go as far as we want.” She sent me a devilish look that had my brain lighting up like a bonfire. “Although, I feel like I got off with the better end of the stick here, considering that I, ya know,got off.”
Maybe it was her smile. Maybe it was the grace she was showing me. Maybe it was just because she was one of the hottest fucking women I’d ever met, and she was spread out beneath me like the world’s most perfect Christmas gift. Whatever it was, something about what she said and that handreaching for me had the fractured parts of my soul and psyche reaching an accord.
“You’re going to need to relax if you’re going to take me,” I said, and the flush that spread from her cheeks all the way down her body was beyond gratifying. I loved that she could go from coherent and concerned, to thighs trembling and a blush radiating from her. “Can you do that for me?”
She nodded, and I squeezed her thigh with my free hand. “Words, sweetheart. Let me hear it.”
Every syllable that dripped from her lips was like a spell on me, and I wanted to be consumed by her enchantment, but I also wanted the assurance that I was never going too far. She was so considerate, so kind, it was quite literally the least I could do.
“I need you inside of me,” she managed, sounding absolutelydebauched.“Right now.”
That was an enthusiastic yes if I ever heard one.
I slid my cock forward, the head only barely teasing her entrance as I coated myself in her slickness to make the next part easier. While I wasn’t monstrously huge, I was thick enough that I needed to be careful and make sure my partner was fully warmed up before I gave in to the more primal urges coursing through me.
“Please, please, please, please...” Jeannie chanted, almost a benediction. Perhaps a bit ironic since I had no doubt she was the true deity below me, bountiful and splendid in just about every way possible.
I stared down at her, almost caught in a trance, as I slowly began to enter her. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the moan that escaped her lips was perfection. A sound full of bliss, of satisfaction, but also the slightest hint of pain.
“That’s it,” I rumbled, wanting her to know how incredible she was. I was surprised my brain even had the capability to come up with any intelligible words, because every neuron in mybody was suddenly flooded with pure pleasure, the hot, slick grip of her indescribable in its ecstasy. “Look at you, taking me so good. Just keep breathing for me. Keep breathing and relax. We have more to go.”
I knew better than to keep going forward. Even if I went slow, that wasn’t the best way to give her time to adjust to me. I pulled back carefully, before slowly slipping in again.
It was an exercise in patience, keeping every move measured as I felt those velvet walls ease their resistance and allow me deeper and deeper. My hands slid down her thighs, intoxicated by the give there. They slid up her body, reveling in her curves, in the silk of her skin, in the weight of her breasts and how her nipples stood at attention for me. She was a masterpiece, an actual work of art.
Time had no meaning, and I couldn’t say how long it took for me to get most of the way in, but both of us felt the moment the tip of my cock brushed against her cervix. I froze, because while some women loved that kind of stimulation, not everyone did, and if this was as far as we got, I could work with that.
“Oh,fuck!” she blurted, practically jackknifing off the bed. I couldn’t help but grin at her.
“Too much?” I asked, trying to make sure through my tone and smirk that it was perfectly fine if I was never fully seated within her.
The look she gave me could have made Satan himself blush, and she gripped my waist, as if she was trying to pull me deeper into her. “More!” she demanded, half mad with desire.
How could I say no to that?
I shifted my hips, aiming downwards and sliding just past it. Her legs tightened around me, her nails biting into me, but I loved the rush of it. It let me know how deeply I was affecting her.
Finally, I was fully inside of her, cock completely surrounded and enveloped by her satin grip.
Fuck, my bear was snarling, screaming for me to start pumping into her. To thrust with all I had until the headboard made an indent in the wall. But I didn’t let myself. Instead, I held myself there, taking turns between kissing her softly and letting my hands caress her.
She was panting random curses and words, and it really stroked my ego that she was struggling to adjust to me, like I was worth the discomfort because of how good I made her feel. My inner alpha was nearly drunk on that very idea, and he wanted to reward her for the gift she was giving us.
Just before my patience began to fray at the edges, I reached down between us and circled that swollen little bud at her apex, wanting to send her over the edge. I loved how responsive she was to me, how tightly wound she was. I was already addicted to the sounds she made when she came, and I wanted to hear it again, and again, and again.
“There you go, sweetheart. I knew you could do it. Now look at you, all stretched out around me like you were always meant to take it.”
