The Bear’s Capture

“I’m going to fucking devour you.” And then his face was between my legs, his warm breath moving along my exposed flesh. He placed a hand on each of my inner thighs, holding me in place, keeping me immobile for what he was about to do. “Ask me for it,” he demanded, looking up at me from between my spread thighs.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think of a single word, but I found myself wanting to say the words, wanting to admit them.

“I want to feel you down there.”

“Doing what, baby?” He still stared at me, his pupils dilated.

“I want you to lick me, to make me come with your lips and tongue.”

He groaned and closed his eyes, not moving for a long second. When he opened his eyes, I swear I saw a flash of primal need. And then he had his mouth on my pussy. He worked his tongue around my clit, moving the muscle along my lips, sucking the cream from me.

The sound of him sucking at my flesh seemed to reverberate in the room, echo off the walls … make my arousal climb higher.

I was so close to coming already and he’d only just started. But just when the sweet taste of release would have claimed me, he stopped. I groaned in disappointment, opening my eyes, not realizing I’d closed them.

“Don’t worry, baby. I’m not done. I just got started.” He moved up my body, licking, sucking at my flesh. He dragged his tongue over one of my nipples, drawing a cry of ecstasy from me. I arched into his mouth, needing more.

“Bear,” I found myself whispering.

He licked and sucked at my breasts until the peaks were hard and red, wet from his mouth. Then he moved back, looking down the length of my body, staring right at my spread pussy. Bear grabbed his cock again, aligned the tip of his dick with the entrance of my body, and for a second we just stared at each other.

“Tell me how much you want this, you want me.”

I was breathing hard, hyperventilating. “I want it all.” He’d never know how much I meant those words.

“You want me to fuck you, claim every part of you?” I found myself nodding, not able to speak. “You want my cock stretching you, popping that virgin cherry, filling you with my cum?”

“God,” I gasped out. “Yes.” I was willing to beg for it.

He started to push inside and I felt the stretch and burn from his penetration. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, my virginity now taken by this man, the one I loved.

He made these deep-rooted sounds, ones that came from deep within his chest. “God, yes,” he ground out, his focus on me. Bear gripped my waist as he continued to push deep into me.

He was slow and easy at first, gentle even, but I could see he was holding back, restraining himself.

“I want all of you,” I whispered, knowing he’d understood what I meant.

And then it was like something in him snapped. Bear started to fuck me in long, hard strokes. Over and over he plowed into me, the sounds of our moans and gasps filling the room. Sweat lined the valley between my breasts, the mounds moving back and forth sensually as he thrust in and out of me.

I had the sheets tightly in my hands, holding them as he claimed me.

“Touch me. Hang on to me,” he demanded, growled out.

I grabbed onto his biceps and dug my nails into his flesh.

He started fucking me in slow, languid strokes, making every part of me come alive, burn for him.

Before I knew what was happening, Bear pulled out of me, flipped me onto my belly, and gave my ass a hard slap. I looked over my shoulder, gasping from the pain, but also the pleasure that slammed into me.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he murmured low, as if to himself. He touched my ass, gave the mounds a squeeze and skimmed his fingers along the flesh until I was all but lifting my bottom to him, needing more.

He pushed my legs apart and the air moved along the most sensitive part of me. My pussy felt swollen, wet. In fact, I was soaked for him.

I was still staring at him over my shoulder, and glanced down the hard planes of his defined abdomen, stopping at his hard cock. He was huge, long and thick, the head slightly wider than the shaft, a drop of pre-cum lining the tip.

“It’s been a long time for me, Susie. I haven’t been with a woman in so fucking long.” He looked at me. Our gazes held. “I’m too worked up for you.”

He slipped his finger through my slit, moving the digit up and down my center, making me cry out involuntarily.

Bear placed the tip of his cock back at my pussy, held onto my waist, and curled his fingers into my flesh. And then he thrust into me in one deep, hard move. My cry was muffled, my face pressed into the mattress. This position made him feel deeper in my body.