Free Bear Naked by Jessica Sims Page B

exploring my flesh.
    I cried out at the touch, only to be silenced into a gasp by the bite of his teeth on my nipple. The feel of his mouth on my skin was shockingly decadent. I wanted it everywhere.
    His fingertips slid up and down my pussy, exploring it, seeing which touches I liked the most. Then, he dipped those fingertips deep into my core, and I arched in response, trying to bear down against his fingers.
    “So impatient,” Leif murmured, watching my body try to sink onto his fingers. “I love the way you demand your release.” He sank a finger deep inside me, but just as quickly pulled it out again.
    I moaned a protest. I needed more than just that teasing touch.
    He raised his hand to his mouth, and gazed up at me. “Your smell has been driving me wild for weeks. You know that, right? That I’ve woken up with the scent of you thick in my nostrils every morning, my cock hard? That I wondered what it’d be like to bury my face at your center and taste you for myself? And now that I’m with you, I get that chance.” He raised his fingers - wet and gleaming with my juices - to his mouth and began to slowly, sensuously lick them before my wondering gaze. His blue eyes closed and a look of bliss crossed his face. “You’re the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted.”
    “Oh,” I breathed, unable to process the raw carnality of that move. I stared at him, wide-eyed, as he dipped a finger into my pussy again, and then licked it once more.
    Then, that intense blue gaze moved back to my face. “Can I taste all of you?”
    I trembled at that. Nodded.
    He shifted and slid down my naked body, moving lower. His face moved between my thighs, and I heard him suck in a deep breath. “You smell like both of us. I like that.”
    And then his hands pulled my legs apart, and he pressed his mouth to my pussy.
    I cried out, fists clenching at my sides.
    He jerked away as if scalded. His anxious gaze met mine. “‘Lina? Too much?”
    “No,” I sobbed, and my hand went to the top of his head and I shoved him back down again. “It’s good. Keep going!” God, I didn’t want him to stop. That had been the best thing I’d ever felt.
    “Jesus, you scared me, screaming like that.”
    “I’ll be quiet,” I told him, and obligingly bit down on one knuckle. If I had to be quiet to get him to put his tongue there again, I’d shut up even if it killed me.
    He bent over me again, pushing my thighs over his shoulders until they were cradling his head, and he knelt between my legs. I watched, fascinated and trembling, as his mouth descended onto my pale blonde curls again, and then I felt his tongue slick between the lips of my pussy again.
    And then it swiped over my clit.
    My entire body jumped, and I groaned, biting down on my knuckle. Must be quiet. Must be quiet.
    “Ah, damn, that’s so good,” he murmured, and I felt his tongue flick over my folds again. “I can’t get enough of you.” His mouth pressed to the top of my pussy, and I felt his tongue push against my clit, rolling it against his teeth like he had my nipples.
    I bit down harder on my knuckle, keeping back the cries that threatened to spill out again. My thighs trembled in response, my body alive and aching with desire at his touches.
    He continued to tongue at my clit, fascinated at playing with the small bud of flesh and the way I jumped in response. I felt his thumb press against my core, and then he began to move it in and out, even as his tongue rolled against my clit in teasing circles.
    I bit so hard that the coppery tang of blood filled my mouth. My cheeks were moving like bellows as I struggled to breathe and retain control, but I was slipping close to the edge. I didn’t want to, though; I didn’t want him to stop.
    It felt way too good for him to ever stop.
    His hand reached up and dragged my hand out of my mouth. “Don’t hurt yourself, ‘Lina. If you need to cry out, I want to hear it.” And then his mouth descended again.
    I screamed