Charlie’s mouth watered at the sight of Bren straddling her. His big hands on his cock, thighs straining to hold him up as he looked down at her.
She’d never realized this was a kink of hers, and maybe it was only related to Bren. A Bren-specific little kink she’d developed. But his cock was big and thick, and when he’d jerked himself off in front of her during one of their video sessions, she’d nearly come just from watching him.
And he didn’t lie when he said bears came a lot. So much stuff! And she wanted him to cover her in it. Why? She had no clue, but it had become a little bit of an obsession.
“Stroke yourself for me, Bren.” She found saying the words so hard. Felt like some stupidly bad actress in a porn film, trying to be sexy and failing, but he didn’t seem to think so as he gave a grunt and moved his hand up and down his length.
His big fist went slow at first, going up and down the whole length, but then he began to pick up speed.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered her. So she did. She reached down between her legs and slipped her fingers inside her lace panties. Her first touch between her lips made her cry out. And she was soaked.
Their breaths came in pants, and their eyes were locked on one another, but every now and again, she moved her gaze down to watch his cock slipping in and out of his fist.
“Won’t be able to last long, darling. I’ve been so juiced up waiting for you to arrive.”
She didn’t care. She wanted to see.
“Fuck. I’m going to come.” He gritted his teeth as his jaw clenched, and his neck muscles stood out as he groaned.
The head of his cock seemed to swell in his hands, and the slit there fluttered for a second before a long arc of seed shot out of him, hitting her on the cheek and down the side of her throat.
He grunted and humped his cock into his fist as another volley shot forth. The third one, he aimed at her cleavage, watching with hooded eyes as his essence painted her skin and the lace of her bra.
He came again and again. She thought he’d finished when he gave one last groan, and a long stream of ejaculate flowed from the tip of his cock, down over his fingers and wrist.
Holy hell. She was panting. Fucking panting for him. And he was still hard. How was that even possible?
“I need to be in you, Charlie. I know you want to wait to bond. I’d do it right now, but I respect your need to wait, so I’ll use a condom and we’ll be careful. I won’t bite you to change you, I swear. But, darling, I need to fuck you.”
She needed him to as well, and finding it hard to speak, she simply nodded.
He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, along with some tissues, and he began to wipe her face and throat gently. When he reached her breasts, she stilled him. “Leave it there.”
He gave a growl, an honest to goodness growl, and buried his face in her neck. “Fuck, the things I want to do to you…with you.”
Yeah, she knew the feeling. And God knew how long she’d be able to hold off letting him mate her because right now, her body wanted him in her, bare. Filling her up. But she needed some time. Even if only a few months to make sure they could live together without killing one another and to ensure that they still both felt the same.
He rolled the condom down his length and leaned down to kiss her.
And then he was where she needed him the most, pushing into her, and it felt like home. As if some essential and missing part of her had returned.
He bottomed out on one smooth glide, his balls slapping against her, and he sighed into her neck, kissing her there and giving a small nip.
The nip turned her blood molten, and she moaned at the sensation. “Do that again. Why does that feel so good?”
“Because it mimics—on a very small scale—what I’ll do when I turn you.” He bit down on her shoulder, not hard, but enough to make her cry out as her pussy clenched around him in response.
“You feel so good,” he told her.
So did he, and she pulled him farther into her, her arms going around his huge, broad back, where they didn’t meet in the middle. She held on tightly as he really began to fuck her.
The bed banged against the wall, and the springs groaned. She giggled. “We’re giving the others a bit of an audio show.”
“Don’t give a fuck.”
Neither did she, truth be told, which shocked her because the Charlie of a few months ago would have been horrified. Instead, she wanted him to go harder, faster, and she wrapped her legs around him and met him thrust for thrust.
He held himself up on one arm and squeezed his other hand in between them to reach for her clit. Gentle and careful, he caressed her there, the dual sensations of the rough fucking and his tender touch driving her crazy.
Her orgasm built until she hit the point of no return, and with shaking legs, she pressed up against him as she came with a loud cry.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Bren swore under his breath repeatedly as he came too. Convulsing in her, his cock kicking violently.
When it ended, they fell beside one another on the bed, and he wrapped her in his arms, pulling her into his warm chest.
She lay there, sated and content.
“That’s quite the welcome home.”
He looked at her, and his warm eyes were serious. “I know why you want your own room, but I hate the idea of you sleeping separately.”
“I know, but it’s only for a short while, to give us time to get to know one another and figure out how to do this.”
“I’ve already figured it out,” he groused, but there was no rancor in his tone, and his eyes crinkled at the corners. “But I get it, you’re human. You have your own ways.”
She laughed and pulled him in closer. “Yes, I do.”
The next few weeks trying to ensure she kept some sort of space between them while she got to know her bear man better were going to be torture.