An orgasm hovers in my belly, coiled low and ready to seize me, ready to smash through me. I don't know that I can handle another one yet, so I try to hold it off.
Bear grabs my ass cheeks, a greedy double fistful, bruising with power, sending more delicious ripples of stinging pain through me. he pulls me apart, opening me. Sinks deeper yet, until I can take no more because I have every last thick, ridged, veiny, glistening inch of his glorious cock inside me.
I cry out, a hoarse wail, head hanging. "Bear! Yes!"
Now, he lifts me with that rough grip, dragging himself almost out of me. Pushes me down onto him. I scream, then. Not a soft scream, either—a real, true scream that burns the back of my throat.
My orgasm throbs behind my navel, soaking relentlessly down into my sex, pulsing behind my pussy and into my clit. I angle forward, shifting my hands to his shoulders, tipping my sex against him and my ass higher. And now, when he drags me up his shaft and drives me back down, the slick length of him scrapes and stutters and slides against my clit, sending ragged, helpless shudders through me.
Building and expanding within me, the climax is now titanic, terrifying, explosive—and still growing.
I hold it off.
"More," I gasp, hoarse. “Harder. Give me everything."
"Ahh god, my love, my Noelle. My heaven. My goddess." He whispers, his praise emerging in a rhythmic chant. "You want it harder?"
I fall against him, arms snaking around his neck, breasts crushed fall between us, sink my teeth into his earlobe, gasping and whimpering as he thrusts into me slowly and softly and gently, letting me grow used to the burning slide, the stretching slick ache of him filling and withdrawing—a thrust, and another, and another, and I gasp short ragged moans with each one, breathless with erotic wonder, lost in delirious disbelief that anything in this world could feel as good as Bear inside me, moving in me, taking me.
"Fuck me and don’t ever stop," I whisper, the naughty words pulled out of me—I give myself over to this new, wild, and free version of Noelle Harper, a woman who takes what she wants and says what she wants. A sexual creature, a wanton woman, not a lady, not proper, not righteous or good or Christian.
A woman who fucks her man and loves every second of it.
I'mfree.
I scream again as his brawny arms squeeze me with pythonic power, his hands gripping my ass and tugging the globes apart so he drives deeper, taking more of me.
His hips pump against mine, my soft belly pressed into his, our heartbeats matched and slamming madly. He grunts now as he fills me again and again, and I groan with him, the sounds feral and crazed.
God, I love this.
I cling to his neck and pant in his ear, and then the first wave of orgasm breaks through me, and my lips fall to his neck, stuttering wetly down the side of his throat; another wave hits, and I sink my teeth into the thick cord of muscle along the ridgeline of his shoulder, growling rabidly as the waves come faster and faster. My hips work on their own now, and I pull my arms in and push against his chest, sitting upright on him and then leaning over him, seeking—I’m not sure what. A new angle, a different position.
More of him.
Deeper.
Harder.
God help, me, I can't get enough—I'm absolutely mad with desire for more and more and more and more of this man who has become everything to me.
I find it, a ragged cry of triumph tripping out of my throat: sitting upright on him, hands on his belly, leaning forward, I sink onto him, slamming myself down hard until he's buried tothe hilt, and then I work my sex and hips in a slow sinuous roll, hard and relentless. He tries to meet the rhythm, but he can't—I'm going too fast now, and all he can do is grip the spill of my ass on his thighs and hold on tight as I ride him through the crashing tidal waves of climax.
I can't manage a breath anymore, my lungs frantically spasming for air as scream after silent scream is ripped out of me, each sliding pound of his cock into me smashing me to new heights of ecstasy.
My tits sway and bounce, and I love how his eyes can't look away from their movement. I feel it, then—the true breaking.
My whole being shatters with a nuclear blast of heat and pressure, unleashing and unraveling, a desperate scream finally shredding out of me as I suck in blessedly cool oxygen to line my burning throat.
If I was orgasming before, this is some other, hitherto unknown realm of ecstasy and agony. Bear is giving himself to me fully now, prying my ass apart and slamming up into me as my rhythm falters, no longer able to sustain the sinuous roll. I dissolve into sobbing, gasping whimpers of tattered, shredded bliss, collapsing forward onto him and clutching his neck and pressing tear-damp lips to his.
He draws his knees up, feet bracing into the mattress, legs falling apart, and his hands lift me by the ass, and his whole body arches up off the bed as he drives into me, pounds into me, roaring like his namesake.
His release pours into me in a hot wet flood, triggering my white-hot orgasm into yet another universe of pulsing, plashing, dizzying, demolishing union. Again and again, he comes inside me, bellowing and slamming, each rough pounding thrust slapping noisily, beautifully.
His roars fade to raw grunts, my hoarse wails soften to breathless whimpers, his thrusts slow, and my climax tapers off, and our movements slow, stutter, and stop.
"Holy…fuck," I rasp, panting harder than I ever have in my life. I let my head thud onto his chest. "Fuck."
