The Bear’s Capture

“Drop your hands, Susie. Let me see you, all of you.”

I removed my hands, let them hang at my sides.

“Now the shirt, baby. Take it off. Let me see how pink your nipples really are.”

And then he was right in front of me, his hands on my arms, his fingers skating along my flesh. He stopped at my wrists, placing his fingers right over my pulse point. I felt it jump, speed up.

“Once you’re mine, there’s no going back, there’s no denying it.”

“Maybe I don’t want to go back. Maybe I’ve wanted this for a long time.” And here I was, being honest in a roundabout way, telling him but not really saying the truth.

“Mine. You’ve always been mine, Susie.”

I became lightheaded, my mouth parting on its own, my lips feeling sensitive, wanting his kiss, needing it like I needed to breathe.

He leaned back just an inch, but still I couldn’t catch my breath. I inhaled deeply and exhaled just as forcefully, taking in the very masculine, potent scent of him. He smelled like the woods that surrounded us, the redwoods that towered around us like living creatures. Every erogenous zone in my body tingled at the way he looked at me, like he wanted to devour me.

I felt my pussy become wetter, my nipples aching, becoming even harder.

“I want you,” I found myself admitting. “I really want you, Bear. I have for a long time.” And there it was, the words hanging between us.

He placed his hands by my head on the wall and leaned in, this deep, low sound leaving him, like an animal set free. His nostrils flared as he took in my scent, as he went primal. It was like he stroked my flesh with his look alone, like he undressed me.

Touch me.

Be with me.

Make me yours.

But he moved away just as I lifted my hand to bring him in close, to have my body pressed to his. He kept his focus on me, on my body.

“Did you think I was leaving you, baby? Did you think I was stopping this?”

I shook my head, not sure what to say, how to respond.

“Oh no, baby. I’ve only just begun.” He lifted his hand and ran it over his mouth as he stared at my breasts. “I want to see you. I want to see every part of you.”

Moving away from the wall, I didn’t even hesitate in gripping the edge of my shirt and lifting it up and over my head. I needed the offending material gone. The air was chilled, and my skin puckered with goosebumps. He looked at me as if he owned me, as if he wanted to possess every inch of me.

His gaze was penetrating, like he was reaching out and touching me.

He looked right in my eyes. “Take it all off.”

My hands shook as I did what he wanted, as I undid my bra, then went for my pants, my panties.

I felt his need for me. It matched my own in intensity.

When I was naked before him, nothing hiding me from this man, I watched as he looked his fill of my body.

“God, Susie.” He ran his hand over his mouth again. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

I knew what we were about to do would change everything.

His gaze lingered on my pussy and then lifted to my breasts. I felt my nipples harden further, if that was even possible. This man held so much power over my body; I couldn’t even think straight when I was around him.

Chills raced along my entire body, my arousal a force to be reckoned with, another living entity in this room.

“I want you.” I said the words, wanting him like I needed to breathe. I didn’t want foreplay, or maybe I did. I just wanted Bear to touch me.

“And you’ll have every part of me.” His voice was a husky growl, one that sounded more animal than man. He reached down and gripped himself through his jeans obscenely, but I liked it. God, I liked watching him touch himself because of me. “You see how hard I am for you, how much I want you, Susie?”

I felt myself nodding, my body reacting automatically.

Bear was the only person who made me feel alive, who’d ever made me want to experience more in life. I felt like I was on the precipice of falling over a cliff, the view bottomless, the ground never in sight.

He made me feel nervous and anxious, uncertain of what was next.

And I craved it.

When he moved forward again, I held my breath. He reached out and cupped my chin in a firm, strong hold. For long seconds he didn’t say anything, didn’t even move. The air around us grew hot, humid … charged with our combined arousal.

“Bear.” I whispered his name.

He moved his thumb along my bottom lip, skating the pad over the flesh, staring at the act. “You’re shaking,” he whispered.