Page 15 of Beared at Christmas
Desire rocketed through my veins at the promise of more. His lips were hard against mine, his tongue demanding as he held me close. I could barely breathe, barely think, all my thoughts reveling in finally experiencing this side of Ulrik.
I reached between us, holding our cocks together as best I could, our combined girth being wider than I could grip. As I rocked across his lap, I moaned into his mouth, wanting more, longing for him to fill me.
With a groan, he kissed his way down my body, his whiskers tickling my neck and chest. I struggled to catch my breath with the overload of sensations, anxious for his cock. I wouldn’t be satisfied without it.
When he stopped, I worried he had changed his mind, that we’d reached his limit. Instead, he gripped underneath my thighs. “I’m going to stand up and carry you out of here, okay? I don’t want to do this in the tub. I have somewhere else in mind.”
Heat balled tight in my belly as I braced for him to lift me. He had no problem holding me in his arms, even put the candles out with the pinch of his fingers before carrying me out of the bathroom.
He kneeled in front of the fireplace and laid me on the faux-fur rug. Leaving one hand on my legs, he reached into the basket on the couch and grabbed the condoms and lube. He hesitated for a moment before including the after-care lotion in his pile on the floor.
Staring down at me, he ran his hands up and down my thighs leaving them trembling. “Are you okay with continuing? I don’tknow what I can promise after this week ends, but I know I want you now.”
“I don’t care. I want you in me so bad.” Fuck, I’d never craved anyone as much as the man in front of me. The few days of lusting after him, never knowing whether my desires would be fulfilled, had been torturous. I was used to instant gratification with all my previous sexual encounters, not the dance of attraction and want that had happened with Ulrik.
After ripping open a package of lube, he shuffled between my spread legs. He squeezed the substance onto his fingers then reached down to my puckered hole.
My toes curled with his touch, and, when he poked a finger inside, a searing heat spread up my body. “Yes. Fuck, yes.”
Taking his time, Ulrik explored my channel, finding my prostate to amplify every sensation. When he added a second finger, my breath caught in my throat. I felt full while longing for even more. After adding another squeeze of lube, he stretched me open with a scissoring motion, watching me the entire time.
Then his motions became faster. He plunged his fingers deep inside me as his palm pushed on my perineum. My nerves zinged and the head of my phallus throbbed. It wasn’t enough.
I gripped his biceps. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please.”
With a simple nod, he removed his fingers then grabbed one of the condoms. “You’re sure?”
It wasn’t clear if he was asking me or himself, since I’d already told him what I wanted. “Yes,” I answered, so he would finally fill the fiery ache I had for him since the day we met.
After he rolled the thin barrier over his shaft, he spread more lube on himself and me. Not once had I asked him to use it. He took care of me in a way that affected both my body and my heart. He’d said he couldn’t promise anything, so I sidelined my silent longing to enjoy the carnal pleasure.
My entire body buzzed with anticipation as he positioned the tip of his cock at my wanting hole. When he pushed inside, I gasped at the fullness, struggling to catch my breath.
Leaning over me, he brushed his thumb along my cheek. “You okay?”
“Yes.” I gulped, finally finding air, trying not to become even more smitten with him. “Just amazing. Really amazing.”
He smiled then kissed me as he rocked in and out.
I held on to his muscled back, trying to keep my hands from shaking. He was unlike any lover I’d had in the past. Not only in the way he cared for me but in the way my body reacted. With him inside me, I felt complete for the first time, ever. I couldn’t explain it, and never wanted the connection to end.
Ulrik sat up and gripped my hips, his breathing becoming ragged. With long, hard strokes, he plunged deeper into me. “Almost there,” he growled, and I felt his cock swell.
All at once, he roared, a sound so powerful, I didn’t know whether to be afraid or proud that I’d been the one to cause that reaction. I thought I caught a hint of fangs in his mouth that I was sure weren’t there earlier, before he lunged for my neck and bit into my shoulder.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I was swept into the euphoria of my own release. Lights danced in my mind as my body pulsed, along with my pounding heart. My ears rang, and I felt like I would float away if not for the weight of Ulrik grounding me. I had never experienced an orgasm with such intensity. What was it about this man that made my body so reactionary?
Ulrik kissed my neck and all over my face, more a loving gesture than just postcoital appreciation.
I was used to lovers who slipped out, pulled the condom off, and left me to clean myself. With Ulrik, when I tried to move,I realized he was still inside me. Deep inside. And he wasn’t getting any smaller.
Holding himself up on one forearm, he ran a hand over his face. “Sorry. This sometimes happens. It’ll go down in a bit.”
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be worried with his pained expression. I’d never been with anyone who got stuck in my ass before. “Um, is there anything I should do?”
He shook his head. “Try not to move too much. I don’t want to hurt you. It doesn’t hurt now, does it?”
“No.” I reached up and palmed his fuzzy cheek. “You feel good in me. But I think we’re going to have to wash up again.”
