Truly, Madly, Whiskey(44)
“Kiss me, Bear.”
He grinned. “You do like kissing me.”
“It’s like a snack, tiding me over until I’m ready for more.”
“Snack, baby. Snack.”
His kisses consumed her. His hands moved over her hips, down her thighs, then back up again. His fingers slid along the hem of her shorts in a hypnotizing rhythm. Her hips picked up the beat, and his matched it. As they kissed, their bodies shifting against each other, his chest came down over her, and she relaxed onto her back. He kept his body half off of her, half on. When his hand touched her waist, he drew back from the kiss, asking her silently for permission. She moved his hand beneath her shirt, holding his gaze.
He lifted his chest from hers, dipping his head to kiss her belly. Shivers of pleasure raced up her chest. He continued kissing, loving her stomach and ribs, moving higher, caressing her breasts, slowing long enough to gain her visual approval before unclasping her bra and shifting the cups to the side.
He pressed a kiss to one nipple and lifted his eyes to hers again. “If you want me to stop, just say so. You’re in control of everything we do.”
“Will you take your shirt off? I want to feel your skin on mine.”
As he tugged it off and tossed it to the floor, she maneuvered out of her bra, leaving her shirt on. A trick she’d learned in the middle school locker room, when she was too modest to change in front of everyone. Her hands came down on his shoulders, which felt bigger and stronger now than they did clothed.
“Keep touching me,” she said, earning a low chuckle as he dipped his head again, teasing and taunting her into a writhing, needy mess.
He shifted his body between her legs, palming her breasts with both hands and kissing the center of her belly. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get carried away by the pleasures washing through her. His tongue moved around her belly button, dipping inside, then around and around again. He dragged it along her waist, and her hips rose off the cushions. He kissed his way up again, between her breasts, to the very tip of each one, where he lingered long enough to draw several panting moans from her lungs.
When his mouth came down over hers, she wiggled and writhed beneath him. He was being careful. She felt his restraint in his fingers curling around her hip. She shifted, so her legs weren’t trapped, and unhooked the snap on her shorts.
“Baby,” he whispered.
“I want you to touch me.” She waited for fear or embarrassment, or something to stop her, but she was so full of Bear, there was no room for anything else. She’d wanted him for so long, and her body was giving her the green light. There was nothing holding her back any longer, and she wanted to revel in him, to experience what she’d been dreaming about without regret and without her past hanging like a noose around her neck.
He kissed her lovingly as his hand moved over her belly and slipped beneath her panties. Her insides clenched and heated at once as his thick fingers cupped her sex, as if he were waiting again for a final sign of approval. She angled her hips, so the tips of his fingers touched her wetness, and as he dipped them between her legs, he groaned. The pleasure-filled sound vibrated down her throat and wrapped around her heart. Without breaking their kiss, she wiggled out of her shorts and kicked them off, leaving her panties on. His thick fingers moved between her slick lips, making her tremble with need.
“Bear,” she finally begged, eyes closed. “Please touch more of me.”
“Look at me, sugar. I need to know you’re okay.”
She opened her eyes, and he held her gaze as he slid his fingers into her. The heat of his gaze, the naughtiness of staring into his eyes while he pleasured her, made what they were doing that much hotter. Her eyes fluttered as he moved over the magical spot that sent shocks of heat racing through her.
“Still with me, baby?”
She opened her legs wider in response, and he lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her as he loved her down below. He used his thumb on her most sensitive nerves, sending shocks of heat racing up her torso. Tingling began in her thighs, traveling up her core and down her limbs, curling her toes under. Her breathing became shallow, and her head tipped back. Even through closed lids, she felt his gaze searing into her, heightening the thrill of it all. His whiskers brushed over her cheek—another scintillating sensation.
“I’m yours, baby,” he said in a rough voice. “Let go for me.”
Then his mouth was on her neck, and his fingers moved quicker, his thumb pressed harder, and his arousal rocked against her thigh. When he brought his mouth to her breast, the first tantalizing suck brought her climax crashing down on her.
“Bear, Bear, Bear!” An avalanche of pleasure tore through her. She squeezed her thighs together, trapping his hand. “Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.”
And he did. Deep, passionate kisses that went on and on, carrying her through the very last pulse of her orgasm, and then he kissed her some more.
SWAMPED BY EMOTIONS too big to climb out from under, Bear focused on the brave and beautiful woman he adored lying in his arms. He held Crystal through the shuddering aftershocks of her climax, through her blissful exhalations, until she began drifting off to sleep. He pressed a kiss to her temple, I love you hanging on the tip of his tongue.
“Stay,” she whispered, snuggling closer and tucking her leg between his.
She didn’t need to ask twice.