Hare Today, Bear Tomorrow (Mating Call Dating Agency #1)(22)
She felt his hard, muscled chest against the top of her back first. His skin was hot, almost alarmingly so, and when she let her arms fall to her sides, she realized he was either naked, or really close. When she felt the thickness of him, long and hard against the small of her back, and reached up to feel his softest skin, she was slightly disappointed to find that there was a thin layer of fabric between the two of them.
His hands slid down her sides, he tickled the inside of her arms with his fingertips, and then he nestled his fingers underneath the pajama top she’d pulled on. He lifted them up, along the base of her ribs, and then higher until his hands just barely brushed the underside of Garnet’s breasts. She trembled softly as his knuckles caressed the swell of herself, and then as soon as his hands retreated down to the waist of her leopard-print pants, she immediately missed his gentle caress.
“You didn’t have to stop,” she whispered, turning her head to the side as Stacy kissed her behind the ear, pushed her hair aside with his nose, and trailed a series of soft, sucking kisses from the base of her neck down to one shoulder. “You could have grabbed me and never let me go and I’d never complain.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world,” he whispered, fluttering another kiss where her neck joined her shoulder. “Or at least two nights in this place.”
Garnet felt him laugh soundlessly against her skin, and pushed her hips backward against Stacy, cupping his cock with the small of her back. She stood up on her tip toes and slowly lowered herself back down to her heels, giggling softly as he moaned. His fingers slid beneath her waistband, curling against her skin until he felt the wisp of hair above her sex. For a few moments, the two of them stood there, washed in the steam pouring out of the shower, and just held one another.
With each breath, his fingers went lower, and her rise and fall pressed harder. She let her head fall backwards, resting against Stacy’s chest, as he ravished her with kisses. One hand went up her body, snugly encircling her sweetly aching breast. His thumb slid around her nipple in a slow, patient circle. Garnet let out a soft moan, and then as Stacy’s other hand maneuvered down between her legs, and his middle finger tested her wetness, she thought for a second her knees would buckle.
It didn’t take more than two more kisses before that fear became a quickly accepted reality. Garnet let out a soft, quailing whispered moan, and as soon as her body began to feel very, very heavy, she realized that a pair of huge arms were keeping her off the ground. “I don’t think you’re gonna be able to hold me up much longer,” she laughed. “Then again, I really need a shower.”
With a soft laugh that caressed her soul, Stacy plucked her up off the ground and cradled her in his arms. “It’s harder to get clothes off when they’re wet,” he said. “But I’m willing to work for it.”
“Why not take them off first?” Garnet asked, twisting her neck to kiss his jaw.
“More fun this way.”
As soon as the pair stepped into the shower, gentle beads of water caressed them from every angle. “This really is something,” she said, with her eyes half-closed and her voice a wisp that seemed to come from the waking side of a dream. “If you told me this would be happening to me, ever, I’d think you were an idiot.”
Stacy kissed her again, wrestling his tongue into Garnet’s mouth and hushing her. She breathed him in, inhaling his scent through her sensitive nose, and trailing her fingertips along the lines in his hard, muscled arms. The fabric of her clothes clung to her curves, and she felt the bear’s hardness through his underwear as she curled her fingers around the shaft. “Don’t make me wait,” she whispered before kissing his earlobe. “Let’s see how strong you really are.”
Depositing her gently against the back wall, Stacy fiddled with the shower controls so that the water was only on behind him. “I want to see you,” he said with a smile. “Every inch of you, every single curve and line.” As he filled her ears with sweet whispers, he kissed down her neck and grabbed the collar of her pajama shirt in his teeth. With one determined yank, he popped the first two buttons.
“That’s,” she breathed in and then out slowly, letting herself adjust to the helpless pleasure. “That’s expensive.”
“I’ll buy you three more,” he said in between growling breaths. Her legs fell around either side of his hips, and she felt him grow between her legs, his cock pressing the soft, wet heat between her legs. “The good thing about never spending money is you can save it for when you really need it.”
The next few moments were a wash of warmth, safety, and increasingly tight pulses between Garnet’s thighs. She felt him slide against her, and a second later, he tore away the remaining buttons. His lips found her nipple, tongue dancing softly across the surface. His other hand gripped her firmly, and he painted a slow, tantalizing circle around her peak with the tip of his thumb.
Garnet shrugged out of the shirt and reached between her legs, grabbing for the waistband that kept them apart. A moment later, she’d found it, and yanked his boxer briefs down low enough to free his cock from the cotton prison. Even with her own pants still on, the heat of him was so intense, so deliciously urgent, that she felt her walls shudder as he nipped her gently, and she scratched a hot line down the center of his back.
“Harder,” he whispered in her ear, his breath hot and needy. He thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding sweetly against her wetness. “Scratch me... yes...”