So much more.
Everything.
The sandpaper grit of his thumbpads roll over my nipples, eliciting a shocked gasp from me. He squeezes the globes almost roughly. He holds my eyes and then dips, pressing his lips to my chest just below my throat. Roughly cupping, squeezing, and kneading one breast, he lifts the other and suckles my nippleinto his mouth. I arch my back and give voice to a moan; I’m shocked at the sound that comes out of me.
Not once in my entire previous relationship did Ievermake such a sound; I refuse to even say his name, now. That person is erased.
Bear is all that exists.
His touch. His kiss.
He lifts my other breast to his mouth and kisses it while playing with the first.
Finds my eyes. "Too rough?"
I shake my head. "Incredible. Perfect." I pull him back down. "Please, Bear. More."
He goes to his knees, framing each breast in his big hard hands, his touch so gentle, so loving. Kisses one breast, the other. Lets them settle to hang naturally; his hands go to my butt, and his mouth suckles my nipples, one and the other, kissing, licking, tongue flicking. With each touch of his tongue, I whimper, cry out, and gasp, each new sensation wild and maddening. A burn fills my belly, swelling into an inferno of pressure and heat. Each kiss and lick of my nipples sends fire into my belly, pressure behind my sex.
"Bear," I whisper, pleading for I don’t know what.
Well, actually…I do.
I just don't know how to ask for it.
"Please, Bear."
"What do you need, Noelle?"
I shake my head, breathing hard. "I don't know how to say it."
He caresses my bottom with tenderness, gazing up at me as the shower stream splatters off my shoulders. The tile must be hard under his knees, and he must be cold not under the hot water, but he doesn't seem to even notice.
He brings his hands around to my hipbones. His thumbs brush the delicate hollow where my thighs dip in toward my sex. "This?"
I nod, stroking his wet hair. "Please, Bear. I feel…"
"Tell me."
"Crazy. Wild." I swallow hard. "I need…you. I needmore. Touch me.Pleasetouch me."
"Fuck, Noelle." He slides those thumbs inward, and I hiss as they touch my lips. His voice is shaky. "Ask me again. Please."
I touch his chin so he looks up at me. "Need to hear it again?" He nods. "Please touch me, Bear. Please. Help me…" I swallow hard and force the dirty, forbidden words out. "Help me come."
"Hot as fuck, hearing your sweet, innocent mouth say that." He swipes one big thumb down my seam; I jerk at the touch, a shrill gasp torn from my mouth. "Can't believe this is real."
"It's real," I assure him.
"Don't wanna wake up back in the cell," he growls, his voice gritty and guttural. “Terrified I'm gonna snap out of it and be back there."
I cradle his face. "No, no, no. Bear, Honey. Look at me." His expression is so fraught, torn by need and fear. I smooth my hands down his cheeks, brush my thumbs under his eyes, wipe at the corners. “You're here with me. Feel me? Feel me touching you?"
"Feel it," he whispers, the sound delicate and awed. "Feel you."
"I'm real. This isreal."
"Don't fucking deserve you," he murmurs.
