He has to pry his hands out of my ass. Smooths them up my back, caressing my spine, my shoulders, my sides, my hips, my ass, everywhere he can reach. "I fucking love you so goddamned much," he whispers, sounding as shaken as I am. He cups my face and pushes, so I have to lift up on shaky arms to look at him. "Did I…." he swallows hard. "Did I hurt you?"
"Perfectly, beautifully yes," I answer, nuzzling his cheek and then taking his mouth in a breathless kiss. "You fucked me into oblivion, my love."
His breathing is still ragged. "You took everything I've got. Everything I am.” He sounds awed, rocked with disbelief. "You'resureyou're okay?"
I laugh, nodding against his chest. Draw my thighs up, knees high, and wriggle my butt. It's silly and pointless, and I have no idea why I did it, but it makes him gasp and flinch. I do a pushup on his chest, hair framing his face, creating a curtain of isolation around us. "Quite literally, my love, I have never,everbeen as absolutely, deliriously, madly happy as I am right now."
He laughs, and that sound is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, along with the way he calls me “my love,” the song of his grunts and growls as he loves me, and the beautiful, heart-rending things he says.
“I can’t believe you’re real, Noelle. That I can…I can just be myself. I can…” he chokes on his words with a ragged sigh that’s almost a sob. “I can give you everything I have, and I don’t have to be afraid of breaking you."
I kiss him, all hungry tongue in his hot mouth, a deep moan from both of us braiding our souls into a new union. "You didn'tbreak me, Bear. You set me free. You gave me what I've craved for as long as I can remember. You gave me permission to let loose. To be completely and totally whoever I want to be." I rest my forearms on his chest and shoulders, straddling him, our bodies still joined even as he slowly goes slack inside me. "I went a little crazy," I say, giggling. "Did I scare you?"
"A little, yeah," he admits. "But it was the hottest fucking thing ever."
An exhaustion unlike any other washes through me all of a sudden, and I let myself settle on him, sinking into his embrace. "Hold me, my love. Hold me and never let go."
"I won't," he promises. "I've got you."
I drowse then, and drift.
At some point, he rolls me to my side, his heat and solidity abandoning me. I whimper. "Bear. Come back." It's a sleepy mumble.
"Blowing out the candles before I fall asleep."
“Mmm," I acknowledge. "Hurry."
I vaguely hear him blow them all out, and then the bed dips with his weight. He scoops me in his arms and cradles me against his huge body, and I feel him toss the blankets over us.
I fall asleep to the slow rhythm of his heartbeat under my ear, safe and warm and content and very, very, thoroughly plundered.
I know I have a smile on my lips as I drift off, despite the slow sticky seep of his seed leaking out of me.
I wakeup to the dim gray light of pre-dawn filtering in through the blinds. I close my eyes again, sighing happily as I take stock.
I'm on my side facing the door, and Bear's big hot body is spooned behind me, one heavy arm draped over my waist, his hand wedged under my boobs. His breath huffs on my back in a soft, cute little snore. His hard hips press against my ass, the thick ridge of his cock wedged between my cheeks, semi-hard.
And ohhhhh…my…god, am I sore.
I giggle softly to myself, trying not to wake him. I've read about this in romance novels, where the heroine wakes up the next morning after a good hard fucking, and she’s "deliciously sore in all the right ways" or some such phrasing. I always thought it was nonsense, overly romantic gushy tripe made up for sexy novels.
Oh no. Nope. Most definitely averyreal thing. It just turns out I was never the recipient of the kind of vigorous loving required to leave me sore like this.
I couldn't be happier about it.
I doze happily in Bear's embrace, his warmth tugging me gently back down into quasi-sleep. After a measureless time, he stirs, making soft grumbly noises as he wakes up. His hand twitches, curling to grasp my breast. I wiggle my butt against him, giggling when he makes a quiet sound of surprise and confusion.
It quickly becomes a sigh of…joy? Relief? Something of both.
“Real." His voice comes from the bottom of a well, sounding like rocks scraping together.
I thread my fingers through his where it cups my boob. "I am real. So was last night." I roll over in his arm and nuzzle up to him, a smile dancing on my lips. "Hi, you."
His eyes glitter with untold happiness. "Mornin', gorgeous." His eyes slide closed as he sweeps his hand down my back to caress my bottom. "Love how soft you are."
I wriggle closer yet, stealing an arm over his middle to play with his butt, something I've yet to enjoy. And lordy, what an assthe man has. I squeeze one of the rock-hard cheeks. "I'm soft, you're hard. Match made in heaven, if you ask me."
"Agreed."
