“S-same.”
Our mouths met again, as if we couldn’t bear being apart for long. Lost in the drugging pleasure of the kiss, I barely registered Fraser walking me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed. We tumbled onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs and seeking hands, our lips never parting. Fraser’s solid weight settled over me, and I reveled in the delicious feeling of being pinned beneath him. I could feel the hard press of his cock against mine, and I arched into him, needing more contact, more friction.
His mouth left mine to blaze a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and down the column of my throat. I tipped my head back with a moan, giving him better access. He found my pulse point and laved it with his tongue before sucking hard enough to leave a mark. A bolt of white-hot desire shot straight to my balls.
Needing to feel his skin against mine, I tugged impatiently at his sweater. He broke the kiss just long enough to sit back and pull it over his head, tossing it aside carelessly. While he was at it, he got rid of his pants too, and inspired, I did the same, leaving us both in our underwear.
My hands roamed the broad expanse of his chest, fingers tracing the defined muscles, reveling in the warmth of his skin. Fraser’s eyes fluttered shut as I explored, his breath coming faster. When I brushed a thumb over his nipple, he let out a soft groan that sent a shiver down my spine.
I loved the way he looked half-dazed with pleasure, the way his normally ironclad self-control began to slip away the more I touched and tasted him. There was something heady and powerful in being the one to undo this man, and I was more than willing to see how far I could push him before he snapped.
I started slow, mapping the broad swell of his chest with my palms, my fingertips drawing idle shapes in the coarse salt-and-pepper hairs that trailed down his sternum. Fraser shivered, the muscles of his stomach twitching beneath my hands. I pressed my lips to the hollow at the base of his throat, lingering there, feeling the deep rumble of his voice as he exhaled.
“Calloway,” he said, and the sound vibrated straight through me.
I grazed his left nipple with my teeth, and he arched, the low sound he made somewhere between a groan and a growl. I grinned against his skin, suddenly bold. It was shocking and intoxicating, the freedom to touch him how I wanted, to make him feel good.
My hands wandered lower, sliding to his waist where the softness of his belly drew me. I adored his round belly, a gentle curve that contrasted with the rest of his robust physique. His strength was palpable, each muscle defined and taut, yet there lay that one tender spot, a delightful imperfection that made himall the more endearing. He truly embodied the essence of a bear—soft and cuddly, inviting affection, yet exuding a potent aura of formidable strength.
He tensed, and I realized with a start that maybe he was self-conscious about it. I cupped it in both hands, reverent. Pressed my cheek to it, breathing him in before peppering kisses across the gentle curve. He opened his eyes, and for a moment they glittered with something both wild and vulnerable. “What’re you?—”
I cut him off with a kiss, mouth lingering at the seam of his navel. “B-beautiful.”
In response, his fingers curled around the back of my neck, threading into my hair.
He was stunning, every inch of him, from the dense muscle of his biceps to the roundness at his middle, to the scars that criss-crossed his body. I traced the line of one on his lower belly with my tongue, and he shuddered, hissing in a breath.
I slid lower, kneeling between his legs. His cock strained against his briefs, an obvious wet spot blooming at the tip. It pulled at something deep inside me, seeing him so undone, so desperate. All for me. I cupped him through the fabric, thumb tracing the rigid outline, and Fraser let out a shaky exhale. His hand tightened in my hair, not guiding, just anchoring himself. “Calloway, sweetheart, you’re killing me here.”
I glanced up at him through my lashes with a small smirk. “In a g-good way, I hope?”
His answering chuckle rumbled through his chest. “The best way.”
I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his briefs and tugged them down, freeing his cock. It sprang up, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum. My mouth watered at the sight. I took him in hand, reveling in the weight and heat of him against my palm. Fraser groaned, his head falling back against the pillow asI stroked him root to tip, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. His hips flexed, pushing up into my touch, seeking more.
Fraser’s breath hitched as I leaned in and licked a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft. His muscles twitched and a low groan escaped his throat. Emboldened, I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting the salty-sweetness of him for the first time. He tasted divine, musky and masculine.
“Fuck, sweetheart, your mouth…” Fraser’s voice was ragged, his fingers flexing in my hair.
I took him deeper, relishing the stretch of my lips around his girth, the way he filled my mouth so completely. I worked him with lips and tongue and a hint of teeth, finding a rhythm that had his thighs trembling, his breath coming faster.
“Sweetheart, I’m… If you don’t want me to come…”
But I did. Oh, how I did.
I doubled down, hollowing my cheeks and sucking harder, taking him as deep as I could. Fraser let out a guttural moan, his hips snapping up. His cock hit the back of my throat and I swallowed around him, fighting my gag reflex. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t let up, driven by the need to make him fall apart.
“Calloway, I’m going to?—”
I hummed around him in encouragement, and that was all it took. With a hoarse shout of my name, Fraser’s back bowed off the bed as he came, hot and pulsing, down my throat. I swallowed around him, drawing out every last shudder and twitch until he collapsed back against the sheets, chest heaving.
Slowly, I released him from my mouth, pressing a tender kiss to the tip before crawling back up his body. Fraser’s eyes were closed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. I stretched out beside him, propping myself up on an elbow to gaze down at his face. He looked utterly wrecked in the best possible way.
After a moment, Fraser’s eyes fluttered open, hazy and sated. He reached for me, and I went willingly, stretching out alongside him. He rolled toward me and captured my mouth in a searing kiss, licking into me like he wanted to taste himself on my tongue, which was wonderfully erotic.
Eventually, he pulled back enough to meet my gaze, his green eyes soft and warm. “That was incredible, sweetheart. You’re incredible.”
I ducked my head, heat creeping up my neck. “I’m g-glad you enjoyed it.”
