I leaned over and picked up the pie from the table, holding it on my chest as he carried me through the house. He trailed down a back hallway and opened a door at the end of it. My eyes widened when I saw it. A small replica of the living room, it had wooden beams lining the ceiling and a huge stone fireplace with another raging fire already lit in it.

But it was the bed that demanded the attention in the room.

Made from logs, the four log posters surrounding it towered over the room, the raw knots and cracks in the wood only adding to the rustic ambiance. Candles were lit on the mantle, a low, amber glow flickering around the room from the fire. Gently, Bear laid me on the bed. I was still topless, my bra and sweater left behind on the floor of the dining room. I knew Bruce would probably find them later, but if Bear didn’t care, then neither did I.

As he towered over my half naked body, splayed out on the bed with the mangled pie next to me, I stared up at him hungrily. His eyes flashed with lust as he looked at me, his voice heavy and thick in the darkness.

“Take off your jeans,” he growled.

I reached down with a smile, unbuttoning the top button and sliding the zipper down smoothly. I pulled the fabric apart, revealing my bare skin underneath.

“I did what you said,” I whispered. “No panties.”

“Good girl,” he growled. “Off!” he barked.

I jumped into action, pushing the denim over my hips and down my thighs and kicking them off of my feet. He nodded his approval and pulled his sweater over his head, revealing the smooth, perfectly sculpted body that I was quickly becoming addicted to. I bit my lip as he pulled open his Levi’s, the distinct pop pop pop of the buttons sending ripples of pleasure down my spine.

When his gorgeous cock came into view, I gasped. It was so perfectly shaped, so hard, so smooth and beautiful that I couldn’t help but lick my lips while I watched him grasp it in his hand and squeeze it gently, before kicking out of his jeans. He stood naked in front of me and he paused, staring down at me and shaking his head slowly.

“You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Do you realize how beautiful you are, Chloe?” He moved between my legs, his body hovering over me as his eyes peered into mine. “Your lips,” he said, tracing a finger along my quivering bottom lip. “Your eyes,” he whispered, his voice lowering to a rumbling growl, his cock, now pressed against my thigh, throbbing hotly. He pulled his head down, darting his tongue out and licking my bottom lip. “Your taste,” he murmured.

He pulled himself back on his knees between my thighs, his gaze raking over my naked body. He reached over and pushed his hand back into the pie, grabbing a handful and smearing it inside my left thigh. He leaned down, kissing my knee, his lips trailing up, leaving feathery kisses on my skin, going up slowly, so slowly, it sent electricity straight to my brain. It took everything I had not to grab his head and push him into my sex, beg him to lick me, plead for him to take me.

Instead, I took a deep breath, silently enduring the torturous pleasure he was raining down on me. Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, his mouth slid up my thigh, licking the pie filling from my skin, his tongue firmly pressing against my flesh until I was whimpering and writhing beneath him.

Once more, he plunged his fingers into the pie, scooping up the sticky peachy sweetness and smearing it higher this time, his fingers sliding up my upper thigh and then lightly moving across my bare pussy, smearing a generous amount on my clit. I gasped at his touch, an electric shock of pleasure ripping right through me.

When his mouth returned, his hot breath searing my skin, my body ignited with yearning for him to fuck me, to lick me, to do something, anything that would provide some relief from the sweet painful yearning I felt.

“Please, Bear,” the plea escaped from my lips, despite my resolve to stay quiet. It was impossible. Bear churned up so much emotion, so much turmoil, so much hunger inside of me that I would have burst if I kept it contained any longer.

“Shhh,” he said, his lips licking the sweetness from my skin, his mouth inching higher and higher until my hips were flailing towards his mouth. When his lips finally touched my pussy, I thought I would die from the relief, the satisfaction, the pure adrenaline that raced through my veins as I opened my thighs, welcoming him in, pulling him closer, needing all of him inside of all of me.

His mouth worked expertly against me, licking the peaches up quickly and then sliding his tongue along every inch of my quivering pussy, diving deep inside of me, fucking me with his tongue and then siding back up and twirling around my throbbing clit, his mouth pulling pleasure from my body that I’d never felt before.

When his finger slid inside of me, I cried out into the darkness. He pulled my clit into his mouth, sucking rhythmically, sucking hard, his mouth so perfectly skilled that I was sure he’d sold his soul to the devil for that mouth.

His fingers and mouth felt amazing, but they weren’t enough. I needed so much more. I needed all of him, every single inch of him as deep as I could get him.

“Bear, please, oh please,” I said, his mouth working so perfectly against my clit. “Don’t stop, baby, please, don’t stop…”

Over and over he sucked my clit, fucking into me harder and harder with his fingers, until my body froze in motion, my orgasm washing over me like a tidal wave of sensation, my body frozen in pain, frozen in pleasure, suspended in time in a second of release until I crashed back down, my entire body tingling with the pure joy of being alive, of being a woman, of being so blessed that I was here, now, with this beautiful man.

My arms snaked around him, pulling him close as he rose up, his mouth capturing mine in a frenzied kiss of peaches and pussy. I melted below him, my entire body turning to a puddle of pleasure and softness.

And he allowed me that.

For about thirty seconds.

I clung to him, my breath slowing, my senses returning slowly. He kissed me, over and over, his sensual, slow kisses quickly turning hard and rough again, until he pulled away, his eyes flashing down at me.

Hunger. Lust. Savage, animalistic need.

That’s all I saw. The gentleman was gone. The man that had taken me in the restaurant had replaced him. The hard set of his jaw only made him sexier and the darkness in his eyes sent my heart racing with excitement.

“It’s my turn,” he growled, before grabbing my waist and flipping me over. I laid below him, not sure what he wanted me to do.

“Get on all fours,” he said. I slid my knees under me, raising up my ass and looking over my shoulder back at him.

He was incredible. Hard, strong, determined, and deliciously naked—everything about him was a masterpiece of masculinity that I wanted to study, memorize, engrave onto the darkest, deepest parts of my soul.

I didn’t realize it then, but that’s exactly what was happening.