She straddled him, positioning herself above his cock. Andre watched, transfixed, as she lowered herself on top of him. The first inch nearly undid him. She sank down slowly, torturously,her body stretching to accommodate him. He could feel every flutter of her inner muscles, every pulse of her heartbeat through their connection. When she was fully seated, the wet heat of her made his vision blur.
Joy set the pace, riding him with a rhythm that kept him on edge but never let him fall over. His hands found her hips, following her movement without trying to control it, learning the roll and grind that made her breath catch. He watched her above him, captivated by the sight of her taking her pleasure. Her breasts bounced with each roll of her hips, dusky rose-colored nipples tight and begging for his mouth. Her skin flushed from chest to cheeks, a map of her arousal he was learning to read.
She leaned forward, changing the angle, and he felt her inner muscles flutter. Another orgasm was building. He could tell by the way her movements became more urgent, less controlled. The way her breathing went shallow and quick. Andre thrust up to meet her, unable to stay passive any longer, and she cried out at the deeper penetration.
The sound of her pleasure, the knowledge that he was giving her what she needed, filled him with deep satisfaction. Joy was his mate. His to pleasure, his to worship, his to satisfy.
Then she slowed, looking down at him with eyes gone dark with desire. The shift in her expression made his breath catch.
"I want you to fuck me like you mean it," she said.
The words hit him like a physical blow. His bear surged forward, recognizing the permission in her voice, the challenge. She climbed off him, the loss of her heat making him growl. When she got on all fours, looking back over her shoulder, her cougar in her eyes, something inside Andre snapped.
The careful control he'd maintained since their first time together cracked and fell away like shed skin. She didn't want gentle. She didn't want careful. She wanted the beast in him.
He moved behind her, gripping her hips firmly. His hands looked so large against her skin. When he slid inside with one brutal thrust, they both groaned. The new angle let him go deeper, and he could feel her body adjusting, welcoming him.
"Is this what you want?" His voice came out more growl than words.
"Yes. Fuck me. Give me your cock." Her words were breathless, desperate, and they shattered the last of his restraint.
Andre let go completely. He fucked her with a primal rhythm that had their bodies slapping together, the sound filling the room along with their harsh breathing. His bear partially emerged, careful claws pricking at her hips without breaking skin. He growled her name as he pounded into her, feeling her push back to meet each thrust.
The sight of her beneath him, the curve of her spine, the way her hair spilled across her shoulders, it all combined to drive him wild. But it was the sounds she made that threatened his control. Soft cries and desperate moans, his name on her lips like a prayer.
Joy came again with a wail that made his cock throb. Her inner muscles clenched around him, rippling along his length. And again, another orgasm crashing over her before the first had fully faded. And again, her body shaking with the force of them.
"Oh fuck. Andre. Oh my god." She moaned like a cat in heat, the sound driving him wild.
The knowledge that he was doing this to her, that his body was giving her this much pleasure, filled him with a pride so fierce it took his breath away. He'd never felt so powerful, so necessary. Every thrust drew another sound from her, another shudder, another wave of pleasure.
His control shredded completely. The urge to bite, to claim, rose so strongly he had to grit his teeth against it. His canines lengthened, his bear demanding he mark what was his. Instead, he fucked her harder, deeper, chasing his own release now. His hand found her clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves, determined to wring one more orgasm from her before he lost himself.
She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing. The rhythmic squeeze of her muscles around him was too much. His vision whited out as his own orgasm crashed over him. He roared her name as he came, his hips jerking against her as he emptied himself into the condom. The pleasure was so intense it bordered on pain, every nerve ending firing at once.
They collapsed together, both breathing like they'd run for miles. Andre's heart hammered against his ribs as reason slowly returned. He pulled out carefully, immediately checking her hips for damage. Small crescent marks showed where his claws had pressed, but no blood. The sight of his marks on her skin sent a confusing mix of satisfaction and worry through him.
"Are you okay?” The words tumbled out, his hands ghosting over her skin, checking for damage.
Joy's laugh was rich and satisfied. She rolled onto her back, stretching like a content cat. "That was so fucking good."
"I hope I didn't hurt you," he repeated, still worried despite the clear satisfaction in her voice.
She rolled over to face him properly, her expression soft despite the wildness they'd just shared. One hand came up to cup his cheek, thumb stroking over his jaw. "I'm not fragile, Andre. I needed to see that side of you. Needed to know you could let go with me."
She laughed again, the sound pure joy that made his chest tight with emotion. He couldn't help but smile in response, some of his worry easing.
Andre disposed of the condom and grabbed a warm washcloth from the bathroom, cleaning them both with tender care. Such a contrast to moments before. She hummed with pleasure at his gentle ministrations, boneless and pliant. They curled together under the sheets, skin cooling in the aftermath.
"I've never..." Andre started, then stopped, searching for words. "The way you make me feel. It's like I can't control myself. But also like I'm more in control than I've ever been. Does that make sense?"
"Perfect sense." Joy traced patterns on his chest, her touch light but grounding. "I want you, Andre. The real you. The one who reads my body like a map. Who knows exactly what I need."
They lay in comfortable silence for a moment, hands roaming lazily. The room smelled of sex and satisfaction, of them together.
"I wanted to claim you so badly," she admitted, pressing her face against his chest. "When you were laying under me. God, Andre. I almost couldn't stop myself."
"I know." Andre pulled her closer, burying his nose in her hair. "Me too. My bear was screaming for it. When you came that last time, when you said my name like that..." He had to stop, the memory alone making his cock stir with interest. "I love you, Joy." The words escaped before Andre could second-guess them. His heart hammered against his ribs, but he couldn't take them back. Didn't want to. “I love you so much.”
