His penis was wet and dark as it bobbed between them. His breathing was the same as it was before, harsh and steady, and his eyes were the same intense stare of incomprehension.
He was being a bear, she realized. In a place so primal that it couldn’t communicate, and it sure as hell didn’t understand modern birth control. So it was up to her.
He was still kneeling on the bed, looking at her with dark, steady eyes. She ripped open the packet and pulled out the wet latex. She’d never done this before, but she knew the basics.
First, she stroked him, sliding her fingers across the wet head and thick stalk. He rumbled, low and deep, so she did it again though she added some pressure. He made the sound again, this time louder and she knew he was pleased.
Now came the awkward part. She kept stroking him with one hand while the other managed the condom.
His rumbling came at a higher pitch this time, the sound tighter and slightly annoyed. But she didn’t let it stop her. She kept stroking him as she rolled the condom down. And then when it was done, she looked up into his eyes.
“Now it’s okay.” She touched his cheek and then went in for a kiss. His lips were tight, but she teased the seam of them with her tongue. And when they relaxed and opened, she invaded him. She pressed inside him and felt the shudder that went through his body.
And then suddenly, her knees were swept out from beneath her. She was abruptly dropped onto her back as he landed on all fours above her. No more kissing as he wordlessly looped her legs over his arms.
And then he widened her and thrust inside.
Impaled. Split open. Any of a thousand different words cut through her consciousness. But they all meant the same thing. She was completely vulnerable to him, wide open and barely able to move. While he did what he wanted.
He thrust into her. Deep strokes that she felt all the way to her back.
Steady pound as he pierced straight through her core.
An unrelenting beat as her body grew taut around his. As the thump of his body against hers had her legs tightening, her breath stuttering, and her body gripping him. Taking him. Sucking on him.
He went on and on as she arched and gripped. Thighs, belly, core. She tightened around him. Harder. Thicker. Stronger.
Her toes curled and her head dropped back.
And still he kept pounding.
Orgasm.
Waves of pleasure while she writhed around him.
He was the center, and she was the one spinning wildly around him.
Yes.
God, yes!
It went on forever while she pulsed and sighed. Pleasure so beautiful. Sweet waves that lapped at her while she remained anchored to him.
Had he come? He must have. His expression was blissful. And yes, she felt the pulses of his organ, but it was a minor thing compared to the pleasure that kept her heart and mind aglow.
And when she was completely boneless lying there, still impaled by him, he leaned down. It was a slow movement, so she saw it coming. She stretched forward, but hadn’t the strength to meet him. So he came to her.
His lips to hers. His mouth on hers.
A kiss. A long, slow kiss with a tongue that was thorough in her mouth.
And when he was done, he pulled back. Not just away from her mouth, but from her body as well. He dropped back onto his calves and he stared at her. There was love in his eyes, but also a vague confusion. As if he didn’t know what to do next.
“Still deep in the grizzly, aren’t you?” she asked.
He didn’t answer, so she took that as a yes.
“That’s okay. I like your grizzly.”
So she cleaned him up. She disposed of the condom and brought a wet towel to wipe his body of the sweat. He chuffed as she worked, clearly wanting to touch her. But she held his hand away, feeling both too tired and too energized to allow more sex play. It was a new feeling, this whisper in her heart. She didn’t have to look too closely to understand it.
Tenderness. Affection.
Love.
She was in love with Simon. After less than two days, she’d tumbled headlong into love. With a bear.
If she weren’t feeling so wonderful, she’d call herself an idiot. Instead, she tossed aside the washcloth and nudged Simon until he lay down in her bed. Then she burrowed beneath the covers and his arm so that they could spoon in their sleep.
Two breaths later, and she was out. The last thing she remembered was Simon pressing his lips to her neck for one last, sweet lick.
