"I don't want to hear that again," I scold him. "Never again. Promise me."
He frowns up at me. "Promise." He swallows hard, his gaze going to my sex. "So sexy."
"Show me," I whisper. "Please."
"Need you to help me make you feel good, Noelle. Been a long time. Don't know what I'm doing." He brushes a thumb down my seam again, and touches his lips to my belly, below my navel and above my pubic hair.
Should I have shaved? Or at least trimmed? I never have. It never occurred to me to do so, until now.
"Bear?" I whisper. "I have another question."
He kisses lower, lips grazing my skin, my coppery curls down there. "Mmmm?" It's a rumbled query. "Anything."
"Do you…" I exhale a shaky, scared sigh as I look for the words—which seem to flee my brain. "Do you wish I'd…um. Shaved? Down there?"
He growls. "Fuck no."
I frown. "You…don't?"
A shake of his shaggy head. "Hell no." He kisses my thigh, the hollow next to my sex, his cheek and jawline brushing the outer swell of my nether lip, teasing. "You're a woman, Noelle. All woman. Real. You ask me, a woman's got curves. Soft. Natural." He traces the pads of his fingers down my center, over the curls, one fingertip brushing me where I'm most sensitive, making me jump and cry out. "Love this, Noelle. Every inch of you is fucking incredible."
“Okay." It's a breath, shaky still—this time from the touch.
His hands glide up my belly, gather my breasts in his hands, and his lips touch just above my sex. "Your body drives me wild, Noelle."
His gruff growl shakes me to my core, makes the heat and pressure build to a frenetic boil, and only his touch will give me what I want—yet he takes his time, learning me, exploring me. He lifts my breasts again, thumbs rolling over my nipples, which are diamond-hard, erect, and as sensitive as I am down there.
“These big beautiful tits.”
Lifts on his knees, kneading one breast while kissing the other, then he switches—after a moment, he kisses my belly, my navel, my pudendum, and then lower, lips now covering my tender, aching sex. A single flick of his tongue is where I want it most.
“This sweet, perfect pussy.” I gasped at the word, shocked and aroused. His tongue flicks me again. "Clit is sensitive, isn't it?"
I nod. "Yes. Very." I moan as he closes his lips over me, there, suckling. "Nipples, too."
"Oh yeah?" He rises, sucking a nipple into his mouth, gently nibbling and scraping with his teeth and flicking with his tongue until I jerk and gasp. “Fuck yeah, you're sensitive." He looks up at me. "Do something for me, Beautiful?"
I swallow hard, aching everywhere, desperate for release. "Anything."
"Touch yourself."
"Where?"
He covers my sex again, tonguing. "Pinch those pretty pink nipples."
His eyes are hooded, heavy-lidded, wild with arousal; he's enjoying this. That only makes me feel even wilder, ratcheting my own arousal to new heights—to a fevered pitch.
He watches as I hesitantly cup my breasts. "Play with your tits, Noelle."
I love this version of Bear—commanding. Confident. Telling me what to do. God, I could come just from his voice, from his dirty, beautiful words.
I cover my nipples with my palms, the pressure against my nipples freezing my breath in my throat. I slide my palms against the erect little buttons, and then, slowly, hesitantly, pinch them between my finger and thumb.
"Show me how you like it," he murmurs.
Swallowing a whimper that's equal parts nerves and need, I pinch harder, rolling them; a hot line of arousal sizzles in a searing line from my nipples to my sex, and a shrill gasp slips past my clenched teeth. I do it again, harder. A sharp bite of pain threads through the pleasure, and my hips jerk as an intense wave of need pushes through me, making me moan.
"Fuck," Bear snarls. "So hot." He licks me—up my sex, tongue tip tripping against the apex, stopping to swirl over the bundle of nerve endings.
