The Right Bear's Arms BBW Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance(7)
As if he sensed her intentions, he pulled away from her and went back to paying attention to her breasts. He suckled first one then the other, the deep pull intensifying the ache of her *. She couldn’t take any more. She took his hand and slid it down between her legs. “Please,” she murmured breathlessly. “Go slow the next time. I need you right now.”
“Are you sure?”
She moved his hand and deliberately pushed one of his fingers between her lips. “What do you think?”
“Ah, god,” he moaned, and pushed her panties aside to get at her wet folds. After a moment of that, he stopped long enough to pull off her panties all together. He stroked her until he found her clit, then made circles around it until she was keening and arching against his hand. When he finally pushed a finger inside her, she saw stars. How was she this close to an orgasm already?
“I’m ready for you now,” she begged. “Please, please take me.”
“I can’t say no to that,” he said. He made short work of rolling on the condom and knelt between her thighs. The giant head of his cock pushed against her entrance, then slowly parted her and started to slide inside. He was so big. Katie had never felt so full before. It was like he was reaching places no one else had ever touched. Jake closed his eyes and sighed in bliss, and she pulled him down to kiss him.
They thrust against one another, and the angle was so sweet, so perfect. His shaft stroked her clit with each thrust and Katie’s pleasure threatened to spiral out of control. It felt so right—she wanted to keep him right there inside her forever. No man had ever made her feel so overwhelmed.
This. This was what she wanted. Not some furry old man who thought he had the right to rule over her. A real, live, human man in her bed like Jake.
With that thought, her body began to shudder as she started to orgasm, pleasure zipping electric up and down her body. She cried out his name and begged him to f*ck her faster, harder. Before she had started to come down, he cried out and arched hard against her, going deeper than she thought possible as he came inside her. Just the thought was enough to spike her pleasure a second time, until they finally collapsed together in her bed.
They stayed quiet, each trying to catch their breath. He felt so familiar to her already. Even his scent was familiar. She wanted to wrap herself up in it and let it keep her warm. She could fall in love with a man like him, so easily.
When she opened her eyes, he was smiling down at her, still inside her as he started to soften. “Hey,” he murmured. “You doing okay?”
“Mmm.” She stretched luxuriously. “Never better.”
He kissed her gently, then with growing fervor, before finally withdrawing to take care of the condom. He came back to her side and pulled her into his arms. “Don’t fall asleep just yet,” he teased. “I have a lot more I want to do.”
Katie grinned at him, and ran her hands up his chest to tweak his nipples. “Then you better work on keeping me awake.”
He squirmed and laughed, pulling her tighter against him as he settled back against her pillows. “Nice place you’ve got here.”
“Now that you’ve had a chance to look at it?” she teased, although she fought the urge to beam with pride. The studio apartment was tiny, but it was all hers. She’d done her best to liven up the thrift-store furniture with colorful pillows and throws, and decorated the bland walls with art posters and some of her favorite photographs, the last a major splurge, carefully enlarged and framed.
“Well, I was a little distracted when we came in.” He placed a kiss on her forehead. “Where’d you get that picture over your dresser? It’s amazing.”
Katie’s heart glowed with warmth. He’d picked her absolute favorite. The photo in question was one she’d taken back in Boone while she was in high school. She knew the handful of kinfolk women in Boone. Mated or not, they had their own hierarchy based on nothing more than their acceptability to the male bears. Katie’s mom had fallen somewhere in the middle. June, the woman in the photo, was the lowest of them all. Old past childbearing years, she’d never given birth, and never gave a shit about it either. Katie had always secretly admired her. In the photo, June was staring directly at the camera, bare-faced and open, wisps of her graying hair escaping a ponytail. Each line on her face seemed to tell a story, and her eyes defied the viewer to judge her for any of it. “I took it. I took all the pictures, actually. I love photography.”
His eyes widened. “You’re amazing. Did you go to school for photography?”
“Well, just high school. For now,” she added. “I’m going to take more as soon as I can.”
“Yeah, you should. You’re a real artist.” His arms tightened again and he kissed her. Katie took his words and tucked them away deep in her heart, ready to be taken out and revisited over and over. Someone else who finally took her work seriously. She was in more danger of falling for him by the second. She returned his kiss, and pushed him onto his back so she could crawl onto him. “I seem to remember you saying you had a lot more you wanted to do...”
He did, and they spent hours giving and taking pleasure before they both finally drifted to sleep. Katie’s last waking thought was how familiar and safe it felt to be in his arms.
Chapter Four