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BEAR
Natasha’s mood swings are giving me whiplash. Smiles turn to tears before morphing into promises. In the end, I have her in my arms. Her kisses are familiarly perfect, drawing me away from bad memories. Her body welcomes me inside, and I never want to leave.
As I guide her hips, Natasha cups my face and strokes my cheeks. Her gaze is strange. She’s still wasted from the earlier party, yet she stares at me like she’s digging deep past the armor I need to survive.
Like a virus, Natasha infects me. I feel the moment when she breaks through all my barriers. I come harder than I think possible. Like I’ve been holding something inside me for a lifetime, waiting until I could know this woman like I do tonight.
Natasha bared her heart to me earlier. Her words echo in my head as I moan with relief. Her pussy wraps possessively around my cock, refusing mercy. She sucks me dry, claiming every drop and leaving me compliant.
Natasha can have anything she wants from me. I’m her slave. I felt her forgive me tonight. Not fully. I’ll never get back what I lost when I fired the shot at Ollie. His life ending will keep me from ever being completely happy.
Yet, tonight, Natasha admitted what I feel myself. There’ll never be anyone else. Resentments can’t face down the need we share for each other.
“No,” she whispers when I shuffle my ass off the couch.
“Yes,” I reply as I lift her up in my arms and stand with my cock safely inside her. “I want you in my bed.”
Natasha offers me a smile capable of soothing the angriest beast. A part of me always knew she could love me. Natasha has never hidden her feelings. I’m the one who played hard to get. Her love felt too much like a gift, and something so precious was bound to get damaged by a man like me.
I carry her to my bed, pausing whenever her pussy gives my cock a deep suck. Natasha wraps her arms and legs tighter around me. She’s never wanted to let me go. Not back when we pretended to be just having fun or when I took the life of her friend. Natasha’s always wanted to keep me.
Regret hits me hard as I rest her on my bed and climb over her. I should have done a million things differently.
“Bear,” she murmurs when I leave her body, “don’t go.”
Her fearful tone mimics my feelings. We should have enjoyed this moment together years ago.
I don’t dare express those regrets out loud. Natasha has offered her forgiveness. She’s choosing to love me despite my sins. All I need to do is focus on my prize.
Natasha makes an intoxicating moan when my lips cover her hard nipple and suck softly. My hands slide along her soft skin. Her fingers disappear into my hair. She doesn’t yank or go wild. Our frenzied heat shifts into a quiet bliss.
I want to touch every inch of this woman. Claiming her means I get to keep her. That’s all I’ve wanted for years.
My hands snake around her perfect round tits and press them together before my tongue bathes the pink nipples in my affection. Natasha tenses from the pleasure before going limp and releasing another amazing moan from her pouty lips.
I could spend the entire night just pinned to her tits, enjoying the soft pale flesh and demanding nipples. I feel them calling to me, craving my tongue, lips, and teeth.
Under me, Natasha whimpers and flushes with heat. The thought of her coming is the only reason I pry myself away from her tits. I suck at her rib cage and across her belly. My tongue lingers near her sexy outie.
I look up to find Natasha propping herself on her elbows and watching me. She wears the same curious expression as when we’d go in the clubhouse bedrooms. I don’t know her sexual history. She might have enjoyed plenty of lovers, but I doubt it. Natasha is fascinated when I make her body feel good.
I hold her gaze while I slide down the bed and kiss her inner thigh.
“No,” she whispers and tries to drag me up. “I want to suck you off, remember?”
“Not now. I need to taste your pussy.”
“I have fantasies to live out,” she demands with zero effort. “I’m in charge here.”
We smile at how she’s full of shit. I blow on her hot flesh, making her whimper.
“I want,” she says, losing track of her point as I kiss the soft folds, dripping wet from my attentions.
Natasha looks teary-eyed as my tongue opens her up. I worry she’s upset until I realize how she’s still drunk and just catching up to how we’re together again after so long apart.
Her gaze is so full of affection. I realize Natasha really did miss me.
My tongue doesn’t rush her to an orgasm. I leisurely peel away her self-control. Natasha collapses on the bed and groans deep in her chest, sounding like me. I smile at how she’ll soon be Missus Bear.
