The Bear’s Capture

I was, but not from fear. I was excited.

“I should have told you how I felt long ago. I should have been a man and claimed you instead of waiting on the sidelines being a brooding bastard.”

I didn’t know what to say. I could have told him the same thing, that I’d waited so long too, that I had wasted so much time worrying and wondering instead of acting and taking charge.

Then do it. Say it. Tell him.

“Bear,” I whispered.

Tell him the truth. What can it hurt at this point?

“Tell me, Susie. Tell me anything, everything.”

He slid his hands down my outer thighs and my pussy tingled, my clit throbbing in time with my pulse. My mouth was dry, my head throbbing with everything I wanted to tell him, with the endorphins and adrenaline pumping through my veins.

“I want it all.” That was the only thing I could say at the moment.

Bear moved his hands in slow but demanding movements, scraping his nails slightly into my flesh. I gasped, the pleasure maddening.

“Tell me you like this, that you like what I’m doing to you.”

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

He was controlled as he touched every part of me, as he ran his fingers over every part of my body. Then he had his hands on my breasts, tweaking my nipples, making me cry out in pleasure and pain.

I still couldn’t speak, my throat tight, dry. He curled his hand around my breast, adding pressure, making it hurt in a good way.

He made this deep, gruff sound. “Say my name. Tell me you want me to lick your pretty pink pussy, that you want me to make you come with my mouth and then with my cock.”

He added more pressure. Another gasp of pleasure left me.

“Yes,” I groaned.

“Say the words,” he demanded.

“Yes, I want all of that.”

He growled. “Yeah, of course you fucking do.” He breathed hard, fast. “Because it’s exactly what I want.”

And then Bear had me in his arms, his hands cupping my ass, and was striding to his room. He put me on the bed and took a step back. Time seemed to stand still as he stared at me, not speaking, not moving, but certainly looking at every part of me on display.

“I want to see you spread for me.”

My heart stalled for a moment, and then I was in the position he wanted. I curled my hands into fists, waiting for whatever he had planned. I lay there watching as he took his pants off, my body temperature heating, yet chills raced up my body. I stared at his chest. The sight of his exposed pectoral muscles and defined abdomen had a fresh gush of wetness leaving my pussy. I was primed for him.

And as I looked at his cock, I felt my throat tighten. He was huge. My pussy clenched with the need to be filled by him.

“Spread your legs for me, Susie. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

I licked my lips, my mouth so damn dry like I’d swallowed sand. I braced my feet on the bed and spread my legs wide until I knew my pussy was obscenely on display for him.

Then Bear was moving closer to me, his look purely predatory. When he was close enough, he reached out and smoothed his fingers over my inner thighs, moving closer to the part of my body that ached the most for him.

He added pressure, his nails now scraping along my skin hard enough there was a flash of pain mixing with the pleasure. I gasped in surprise, needing more.

The way he stayed silent, watching me with intent, turned me on so damn badly. He leaned above me, his mouth so close to my pussy, his warm breath moving along my exposed folds. A shiver worked through me.

“Please. Bear. I need more.” I arched my back, my nipples hard, aching. And when Bear ran his tongue over one hard tip, we both groaned.

“You’re so fucking receptive to my touch,” he murmured against my breast before he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Over and over he moved his tongue along the peak, sucking on the flesh, tugging at it with his teeth, and bringing me closer to coming.

He sucked harder and faster, groaning against the flesh until vibrations went right to my clit.

“Bear.”

“Say my name again.” He growled the words out.

“Bear. Oh my God. Yes, Bear. I’m going to come.”

He groaned and smoothed his fingers between my slick pussy folds. My back bowed as pleasure slammed into me.

He moved his lips up my chest and settled at the crook of my neck, gently pulling at my flesh with his teeth. He had his hand between my legs, his fingers rubbing at my clit in gentle, pressurized motions.

“More,” I begged shamelessly.

“Christ,” he groaned.