Free Love Me If You Bear: Werebear/BBW Paranormal Romance by Roxanne Sweet Page B

started kissing my neck, his hands working their way under my shirt and cupping my boobs over my bra. If I thought my clit was aching before, it was pounding now, and I wasn't going to be able to ignore it anymore.
     
    I leaned up so that he could take my shirt off. Unlike the night before - was it really that recently that he had first seen me naked? - we were in a well-lit place, and he could see every inch of my body. Again, though, despite how fit and sexy he was himself, he still seemed to adore every inch of my curves.
     
    Trailing wet kisses down my chest now, he pulled me up slightly so that he could unhook my bra. I bit my lip as my boobs came out in the bright light, but his excited reaction made me less self-conscious. Once his mouth found my nipple, I could hardly think about anything else.
     
    I was hardly aware of him undoing my pants, but then his hands were in my panties, playing with my clit first, then venturing inside me. I squealed as he probed into my wet folds. He was less cautious than he had been the night before, and his finger seemed to be fully inside after just a few thrusts.
     
    Maybe I had been wrong about this sex thing. His finger was already big enough - there was no way anything more would fit inside of there. His finger was good, though, especially as he began to move it slowly inside of my private parts. I groaned, spreading my legs further and pushing back against him.
     
    When he moved toward my crotch level, I didn't question it. He found my clit with his tongue and began to lick. A sudden pain in my depths made me jump again. He had to have added a second finger. “What are you doing?” I demanded.
     
    “Relax,” he said. “If you just relax, it won't hurt.”
     
    I tried to relax as he returned to licking me. That part felt nothing short of amazing, even if the pain between my legs was distracting. Again, though, it did go away after a minute.
     
    Trying to focus on positive sensations like the tongue swirling around my clit, I brought my hands to my chest. I squeezed my boobs, playing with them the way I like to when I'm alone.
     
    As Asher fingered me slowly, I started to mind it less. Being stretched out did feel good. And even as innocent as I am, I knew that it was good to be stretched out first. Something even bigger was coming.
     
    My sensitive clitoris ached under Asher's tongue. I wanted to come, but I wanted to hold off, too. It was too soon to let myself go now, when the main part of our moment was yet to come.
     
    “Do you think you're ready to try?” he asked, curling his fingers inside me in a way that made me moan.
     
    “I... I guess so.”
     
    With one finger, he massaged my clit again. “I want to hear a 'yes,' Eden. I don't want us to do anything you're not comfortable with.”
     
    I would have smiled, if my face hadn't already been contorted with pleasure. He was so sweet and so kind - for a guy who could turn into a wild, violent werebear at any moment.
     
    “Yes,” I said, nearly moaning. “I want it.”
     
    Removing his fingers from my pussy but not from my clit, he took off his pants and knelt before me on the bed. I pulled my knees up higher and spread my folds with my hands to give him access to the part of me he wanted so badly.
     
    He massaged me down there, rubbing the wet evidence of my arousal all around to lubricate my entrance. As he started to enter me, it felt a lot bigger than the two fingers he had just had inside me, and I cried out.
     
    “Are you okay?” he asked, immediately stopping.
     
    I nodded, fighting the tears of pain that had sprung into my eyes. If I could get through the initial pain, it would feel good - the way it had with each of his fingers.
     
    “You're not okay,” he said, looking concerned.
     
    “No! I am!” The pleasure was already starting to outweigh the pain. I wanted to feel all of him in every way.
     
    Oh, my dear Diary, I'll tell you this – even if I was scared, I wanted to try