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My brawny grizzly bear is more like it these days. Since he started going to the gym and changed his diet, the man is buff.
But I think he’s sexy whatever his shape. The kindness in his eyes and the skill in his hands are a combination that always leaves me wanting more.
I hate to rob him of sleep, but I also hate to go to work without at least a kiss. Leaning over, careful not to put any weight on the bed, I brush my lips over his, close my eyes, and inhale the scent that revs me up every time: the spicy, aromatic cologne his mother gives him every year, topped off with something musky that’s just him, with a faint underlay of the antiseptic soap they use at the hospital. From our first date, which ended in bed, smelling Sam has been one of my favorite pastimes.
Fingers spear into my hair just as our lips part, knocking me off balance. With a squeal I fall, sprawling across his chest.
“Who’s that sniffing me?” His voice is deep and grumpy, like a fairytale giant.
“Who’s this sleeping in my bed?” I pitch my voice high and light, Goldilocks-style, as I feel him up over the covers. “How did this man get in here?”
“It’s me, and I’m going to eat you up.”
“Hmm.” Swinging a leg over so I’m straddling him, I wiggle until I find his erection. “That’s exactly what I wished for when I rubbed the genie’s lamp.”
He snorts. “I don’t know how many fairy tales we’ve mashed up here, but if you rub, I’ll eat.”
Draping my body over his, I whisper, “Sounds like a deal.”
Running my hands over his shaved head, I rub the tip of his nose with mine.
“That’s not the location I was thinking.”
“No?”
“No.” Slapping his big palms to my little ass, he shifts my pelvis until we’re lined up for optimal friction. “Here.”
Rubbing my needy breasts against his chest, I give him a kiss before sitting up and pulling down the covers. “You’re naked.”
“And you’re not.”
“That can be remedied.” Stripping off my work uniform, I hang the black pants and white shirt on a hook on the closet door so they won’t get too wrinkly, before shedding my bra and panties.
Then I grab the bottle of Astroglide from the top of the dresser. “Got to leave for work in thirty minutes, so we need to be efficient.”
“Not too much,” he warns.
“Seriously, last time I think I almost catapulted off your dick.” Adding just a few drops to my palm, I spread the elixir up and down his cock. “Was this the thing you wanted rubbed?”
He points to the very large smile on his face.
“I have my answer.” Straddling him again, I use his hard length to get my own juices flowing, on the outside and the inside.
Hands on my butt again, his palms steady me as I rise and fall. “God, I love your ass.”
“And it loves you.” My breath catches as the first hints of an orgasm hit.
“Want to sixty-nine?”
“No time. Plus, we’ve learned that Astroglide is not a palatable flavor.”
“Oh yeah, duh.”
His expression shifts from disgust to amusement and then to bliss as I guide him inside. It’s been a year of making love and we know a lot about each other, but I still can’t get enough.
He scoops an arm under my thigh and pulls my knee up, opening me wider before beginning to thrust. Lowering my mouth for a sweet kiss, I whisper, “Fuck me, Sam.”
In answer, he flips us, pushes both of my knees up to my armpits, and jackhammers into me. The lubricant is just enough to make it slick but not so much that I don’t get the necessary friction, and before I know it, I’m falling off that cliff, my walls shuddering around him. He follows with a guttural groan and a whoosh of air.
