by Kim Fox
“I can help you work on that,” she says, putting a hand on mine.
So this is where this was going. She’s looking for another customer. “As a shrink?” I wait for her answer with dread.
“No,” she says with a shake of her head. Her cheeks redden. “I was thinking as your girlfriend.”
My jaw drops as I lean forward. “My… girlfriend?” She is full of surprises this morning.
“Yeah,” she says, smiling shyly. God, she’s adorable. “What do you think?”
I can never find the right words so I gently cup her chin, lean in, and touch my lips to hers. She moans as I kiss her, soft and deep.
My pulse is surging when I pull away.
It’s not the only thing surging. We both glance down at my rock hard cock, standing straight up between us like a telephone pole.
She swallows hard as she looks at it with wide eyes.
“Sorry,” I say with a gulp. “I ripped my jeans up yesterday.”
“Don’t apologize,” she says, leaning in for another kiss. “I like you better with no clothes anyway.”
She slides her silky tongue against mine as she drags her hand from my cheek down to my chest. My cock rages as her hand doesn’t stop moving downward. Past my abs until it grips my thick shaft. She moans into my mouth as she wraps her fingers around it with a tight grip.
The smell of her arousal is driving me crazy. Her hand is driving me crazy. Everything about this girl is driving me crazy.
I drop my head back and groan as she slides her hand up and down my hard shaft. Nora gives me a sexy look before she drops her head and kisses the tip of my dick. I nearly come on her lips, it feels so damn good.
I slide my fingers through her curly blonde hair and push it to the side so I can see her lips on me. She slides her tongue around the head of my cock twice before taking it in her mouth.
My heart is pounding so fast. All I can focus on are those fucking lips moving up and down, up and down.
“You like sucking on your boyfriend’s big cock?” I ask in a deep growly voice.
She responds with a gasp, sucking me harder and faster with her eager little mouth. This feels so fucking good, but I want a taste of my new girl. Her smell is driving me crazy, and I want to see if she tastes as delicious as she smells.
I take her thick legs in my big hands and lift her over me. She offers no resistance as I lay down and place her thighs straddling my head in the sixty-nine position.
Her white panties are soaked through and I moan as I pull them to the side, revealing her beautiful wet pussy.
With a long slow lick of my tongue, her whole body shakes.
“Mmmm,” I moan. She tastes even sweeter than she smells.
I lean back and take another look as she works my cock with her hands and mouth. Her pink lips are glistening in front of me, begging to be licked once again. I’ve never seen such a beautiful sight.
She cries out as I lick her again, but this time, I don’t stop. I drag my tongue up her folds and suck on her clit, making her back bow and her hand move even faster.
“Oh, Kneecap,” she moans as I lick her all over. She forgets all about my cock and just moans and whines as I taste her sweet nectar.
She squeezes my cock, barely able to handle the intensity. This girl better get used to it. I’m going to treat my girlfriend like this every day.
Just saying ‘girlfriend’ in my head is almost enough to make me come.
Her body starts to shake and shudder and I can tell she’s close to coming. I grab her ass, digging my fingers into the soft flesh as I bury my face into her, making her scream.
She tenses over me and then lets out a desperate cry as her orgasm rips through her.
“Oh, fuck!” she screams, loud enough to wake up half the forest.
Her legs are shaking on each side of my head as the heat consumes her. I smile to myself as I watch, knowing she’s screaming because of me in a good way. For once, someone is screaming because of me in a good way.
I shift my body and pick her up as she recovers. Her eyes look glazed over as I lower her down on my cock. Her legs are straddling my waist as I grab my hard cock and slide it in.
She squeezes her eyes shut and whines as my big dick stretches her wet pussy.
I’ve never felt anything so tight. So warm.
Nora grips my shoulders, digging her fingernails into my skin as she sinks all the way down. “Oh, fuck,” she groans, her face twisted in pleasured pain. “You feel so damn big.”
I am so damn big. My cock is in perfect proportion to my massive frame.
It’s going to take her a while to get used to it, but she will one day soon. Her pussy will get used to me eventually after we do this daily.
Soon enough, her pussy relaxes and she’s able to move up and down without that pained look on her face. She bites her bottom lip as she looks at me with seductive eyes and I can barely hold it in.
Her big tits are bouncing in my face and with a firm grip, I yank her dress down, spilling them out. She gasps as I lunge on them, gripping each breast as I slide my tongue over her beautiful hard nipples.
After I’ve licked every inch of them, I pull away, but she slides her hand around my head and pulls me back.
She rides my hard length until we’re both ready to come. She comes first, throwing her head back and crying out. When I feel her blonde hair tickle my balls and feel her pussy tighten around me, I come too, releasing with a carnal roar.
She gasps as I squeeze her ass cheeks and thrust all the way inside her, filling her with my warm seed.
When the waves of heat finally roll away, we’re both clutching onto each other, breathing hard and smiling. She presses her forehead to mine and looks into my grey eyes, her chest heaving with every breath. “I can get used to living in a cave if this is what it’s like,” she says with a smile.
I kiss her sexy lips. “I’ll help you move in today.”
“All I need is already inside me,” she says, grinding her hips as my cock softens inside her. She’s getting me going again, getting it harder.
She bites her bottom as she feels my erection return with a vengeance.
“I’ll move in later,” she says as she starts to move her hips up and down on my hard cock once again. “I’m not done testing out this cave.”
I grin as I watch her big breasts jumping up and down in front of my face.
“Take your time,” I say, feeling my heart start to race again. “We have all day.”
A few hours later, we’re washing off in the river. It took about five seconds of helping Nora wash her chest before we were having sex on the river bank.
Now, we’re trying it again.
“Don’t look,” she laughs as she lathers up her big tits. “We’ll never get out of here.”
I can already feel my cock hardening at the gorgeous sight. “Would that be such a bad thing?”
She grins. “I guess not. But I am kind of hungry.”
“Don’t worry,” I say with a smile. “I’ll be a perfect gentleman. Until you eat. After that, I’m not making any promises.”
“Good,” she says, giving me a sexy look. “I prefer the beast.”
Normally, hearing that word would hurt, hitting a sensitive point in me, but coming from her lips it doesn’t.
My bear has been a perfect companion today. Totally silent. Letting me enjoy the morning.
Thank you. See how happy she is because of you?
I can feel my bear watching her as she splashes around in the river, looking gorgeous in the nude.
He rumbles back and I can get the gist of it. ‘Because of us.’
A little while later, we’re lying on the rocks to dry off in the sun. She turns to me with a curious look. “How does it work? Can you change into your bear whenever you want?”
“That’s how it works with most shifters,” I say. “I’m usually holding my bear back. I don’t let him out unless I have to, or unless he escapes.”
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sp; “I’d like to see him again,” she says.
I stare at her face, trying to see that she’s kidding. “You can’t be serious,” I say when I see no hint of sarcasm or derision.
“I’m curious,” she says. “I think it’s going to be fine.”
I can feel my blood pressure rising. She doesn’t know anything about it. It’s not going to be fine.
One quiet morning doesn’t erase decades of violence and aggression. He’s not coming out. She’s not seeing him.
Not now. Not ever.
“Are you already sick of me?” I tease, trying to get her mind off it. “Do you need a break?”
“I only need a break from your monster cock,” she says, laughing as she closes her eyes. The hot sun is beating down on her beautiful face. “How many times did we have sex? Five? Six?”
“Seven I think. If you count the blowjob on the way here.”
She laughs. “This has been the best day ever.”
I smile as I close my eyes, letting the sun heat up my face. “I was thinking the same thing.”
11
Kneecap
A week and a half pass. The best ten days of my life.
Nora hasn’t left my side.
We spend the days exploring the ranch on foot or on horseback, swimming in the lakes and rivers, hiking up the mountains, and making love every place that we can.
I still haven’t let her see my bear, even though she keeps asking. I’m not ready for that. I’m not sure if I’ll ever be ready for that.
But to my bear’s credit, he’s been a perfect teddy bear. No growling, no snarling, no charging to get out. He’s letting me take the lead and it seems to be working.
We’re falling in love.
No, not falling. We’re in love. She told me two days ago while we were having a picnic and I couldn’t say it fast enough back. Then, we proceeded to crush the apple pie that Abigail made while we showed each other just how much we love one another.
We’ve shared everything. Our bodies, our fears, and desires. I told her all about my hard past and she listened with tears in her beautiful blue eyes. How I first phased at the young age of seven and how my parents reacted. I told her about the small cage they stuffed my bear in and the metal rod my father constantly used to try and break him. It enraged him, unhinged him, but it never broke him. He was always too strong for that.
I told her how my bear was so far gone when I was finally able to leave at the age of seventeen after ten long years of abuse. I told her how Maximus took a chance on me and was the only one who could help, but even that wasn’t enough for my damaged bear. I told her how hard it’s been, how lonely, how hopeless, and how much easier it is now, because of her.
She told me about her life in Kansas City and how it never felt right. She talked about her mother and how strong she is, raising a child on her own while protecting her from a hard, powerful man who never made it easy for her.
She talked about her father and how she wishes that he could be out of her and Jessie’s life for good. How there’s no love there and after seeing what he was capable of, she just wants him to die.
We talk about deep stuff, silly stuff, serious stuff, funny stuff. We talk about everything. Sometimes my mind wanders and I just watch her talking, wondering if I’ll ever get tired of hearing her sweet voice.
I don’t think I ever will.
“You can take it off,” she says, laughing as she watches me from across the table.
I squirm in the chair of the restaurant, adjusting my tie for the fiftieth time. It feels like it’s choking me. I can hardly breathe.
“No,” I say, sucking it up. “I want to look nice.”
This is a fancy restaurant and all of the other men are wearing ties. I’m leaving it on.
She laughs. “Suit yourself. But you look good no matter what you wear. Or what you don’t wear.”
I’m getting a lot better in public. My bear stays calm and with Nora by my side, it’s easier. But these clothes. Ugh. I’ll never get used to these fucking clothes.
The waiter takes our order and brings us our drinks. We’re sitting in front of the fireplace at the most romantic table of the restaurant. There’s a singer in the corner, softly singing Elvis’ I Can’t Help Falling In Love and Nora has a beautiful sparkle in her eye as she looks at me in the soft candlelight.
God, I love her.
She looks down at her empty plate, suddenly looking nervous. “What’s wrong?” I ask.
After a deep breath, she looks back up. “We haven’t talked about… the future.”
She says it like it’s a dirty word.
I want her to stay more than anything in the world, but I don’t want to pressure her or scare her off. She has a life back in Kansas City and it would be selfish of me to think that she would give all that up to live in a cave with me.
“I was just wondering…” she says, not meeting my eyes, “what’s going to happen.”
I’m not good with these kinds of situations. Should I tell her I want her to stay? That I would die inside if she left? Even for a day?
She’s biting her bottom lip as she slowly turns her wine glass in a circle.
It’s probably best to let her decide for herself. I don’t want to come on too strong or pressure her into anything.
“I think you should do whatever you want,” I say with a shrug. Stay with me. Please.
Her eyes dart up to me and her body stiffens. “That’s it?” she whispers with a bitter smile on her face. “Even if I decide to go back home to Kansas City?”
Just the thought makes my heart feel like it’s shrinking.
“If that’s what you want,” I say, feeling a heaviness in my body. “Then that’s fine with me.”
“Oh,” she says, swallowing hard as she looks down at her lap. “Okay, then. Maybe I’ll go back.”
I’m dying inside. How could she want to leave? I thought we were going to be together forever.
I look down at my napkin and adjust it on my new pants. “If that’s what you want.”
The rest of the dinner doesn’t go so well. Nora is quiet and feels distant. She’s looking more at the fireplace than at me.
I don’t know what I’ve done. I thought I said what she wanted to hear, but years of living in a cave have not exactly sharpened my social skills. It’s dulled them to those of a Neanderthal.
“Want some dessert?” I ask after the waiter takes our plates away. “Tito said they have an amazing chocolate mousse. He said we have to try it.”
“Not tonight,” she says in a quiet voice. “Maybe we should just call it a night.”
I nod, but my stomach is clenching with disappointment. This was supposed to be a romantic night together. I put on a tie and everything.
I have no idea why she looks so upset. We were laughing when we first sat down, then out of the blue, she changed.
I’m thinking that I’ll never understand women when I pay the check and we leave.
We walk down the cobblestone sidewalk under the soft glowing lights of the street. Music and laughter from The Slurry Rabbit are wafting along on the wind, giving the street an energetic air, which only contrasts our sullen mood, making it feel even worse.
Nora lowers her head and sighs as we walk past an empty office with glass outer walls. A few days ago, she was peeking into the window and saying how this would make a perfect office for a therapist. She was so excited and now… I don’t know what she is now.
I reach down and take her hand in mine. She lets me but she doesn’t squeeze me back like she normally does.
I don’t like how this is going. I keep thinking of her returning to Kansas City and it makes me want to be sick.
It can’t end like this. She’s the one. I know she’s the one.
“Nora,” I say, pulling her in front of me as I stop on the sidewalk. She looks up at me with surprised eyes. “Stay with me. Please stay with me.”
Her frown starts to lighten as she looks up at me. Her l
ips, which have been pressed tight all night start to curl up into a smile.
“I don’t want you to go back to Kansas City,” I say, putting it all on the line. “I don’t want to spend another day without you. I want you to live with me. I want to see your face every morning and every night. I want you to stay. Please stay.”
Her skin is flushed and she can barely hide her smile. “You really want me to stay?”
I nod like crazy. “I really want you to stay. Like really really.”
She laughs shyly. “Good,” she says, looking up at me with a grin that can’t be contained. “I really want to stay too.”
My heart drums in my chest as a rush of adrenaline surges through my veins. She wants to stay. With me. I can hardly believe it, but those sweet words just crossed her lips. It’s true.
She reaches up on her tippy toes, but she still can’t reach. I smile as I lean down and kiss her.
It’s the best feeling in the world, quickly followed by an… interesting one.
My whole body seizes as I pull away from her lips. I can’t move anything as a strange force grips me, seizing and pulling at my core.
Nora’s eyes widen as she looks up at me. “Kneecap?” she whispers in a panicked voice.
I couldn’t answer her if I tried. My vision starts to fade. Everything is getting dark. The cobblestone street. The potted flowers. The plants. But not Nora. She’s looking brighter than ever in her gorgeous blue dress.
Her eyes widen even more as she feels it too. Our spirits, our energy, our souls—they meld together, our very beings weaving into one as we stare at each other in awe.
Warmth, love, devotion… they all come flooding in, taking over my psyche as my bear bonds with the dream girl standing in front of me.
It’s over too fast—like all things with Nora. We’re both left stunned and wobbly on the sidewalk, staring at each other like the rest of our lives just flashed in front of us. A life filled with adoration, affection, passion, love. A life lived together as equals. As mates.
I feel like the luckiest man in the world.
“Was that?” she asks, unable to finish the sentence.
