by Sable Sylvan
“I’ve waited for this moment for years,” said Aspen, pulling back up and running the back of his hand against Eleanor’s cheeks as he admired their roundness. “I’ve waited for you for years.”
“And I’ve waited for you,” said Eleanor, pressing a hand up to feel Aspen’s chiseled cheekbones in her fingers. Aspen closed his eyes as he took in Eleanor’s touch and felt the woman he knew would be his fated mate explore his face, then his neck, and down, lower, his chest.
“I’ll take it slow, Ella,” promised Aspen, as he undid his tie and slipped it off over his head. “I want you to enjoy every moment you have with me.”
“I already have,” said Ella as she unbuttoned Aspen’s shirt before reaching behind Aspen’s back to pull the cord that kept his cummerbund in place. Aspen pulled his jacket and shirt off together, tossing them to the floor, before he unbuttoned his pants and was left in just his briefs.
“You like what you see?” asked Aspen, flexing in the light that streamed past his form from the light above them, coming from a small iron chandelier.
“You look amazing,” said Ella, running her hands up and down Aspen’s strong, firm arms. Aspen had lost all his winter fat by now, as it was midsummer, and he hadn’t started his autumn bulk for winter hibernation.
“And so do you,” said Aspen. “How do I get this dress off of you?”
Eleanor’s stomach churned. She hadn’t thought that far ahead in her fantasies about her host. “You can just push up my skirts,” said Eleanor.
“Ella, when I said I wanted you...I meant I wanted all of you,” said Aspen, feeling around Eleanor’s dress for zippers or ties or buttons. “You’re an amazing woman, and I want to see you, as you were made.”
“That’s just the thing...I don’t know if you’re going to like what you see,” said Eleanor.
“Why wouldn’t I like what I see? I’m going to love your body, unless you have some huge tattoo across your breasts that reads, ‘Shifters Suck’, of course,” joked Aspen. “And even then...well, we can always get those removed.”
“Do you really not get why I might not be comfortable getting changed in front of you?” asked Eleanor.
“I’m a shifter, not a mind reader,” said Aspen. “So if you could just tell me what’s wrong, maybe I could understand. I promise that even if I don’t understand, I’ll listen.”
“Aspen...you’re a frikkin’ sex god,” said Eleanor. “You’re the most eligible bachelor in Seattle: you could have anyone you want tonight, and I’m just...I’m just dressed like a princess, in a pretty ball gown, and once I’m out of it, I’ll just be regular old Eleanor again, and you’re not going to want me, because I’m...I’m fat, alright?”
“Fat?” asked Aspen. “Eleanor...you’re a woman with meat on her bones, I’ll admit that much. But fat? I wouldn’t use that word to describe you. You have fat, yes, but in all the right places: the softness of your cheeks and shoulders wouldn’t exist without fat. Those big, beautiful breasts, and that fabulous butt of yours? That’s fat. And that’s all great.”
“And the fat on my back? My legs? My waist? I can take off my dress, but I can’t take off the fat, there isn’t a fat suit under the gown,” said Eleanor.
“I love all your fat, Eleanor, because it’s more of you for me to hold on to, to worship, to love,” said Aspen, running a hand along Eleanor’s curves. “I can’t believe you don’t know how gorgeous you are...those huge breasts and hips of yours drive me wild, and bear shifters have big litters, two, three, even four kids per pregnancy. Most women can’t handle all that, but a big, beautiful woman like you can. Plus, you know, I get fat.”
“You? Fat?” asked Eleanor with a laugh. “No frikkin’ way.”
“It’s true,” said Aspen. “I’m a bear shifter, and you know what bears do every winter? We hibernate, and to hibernate, we’ve got to have stores of fat built up. We burn it off all winter and in parts of spring, and we store more fat in the autumn for the long winter sleep.”
“I didn’t know bear shifters did that,” admitted Eleanor. “How much do you have to gain for that?”
“Thirty, forty pounds...” started Aspen. “...a week.”
“A week? No frikkin’ way!” said Eleanor, slipping off the shoes and enjoying the feeling of having free toes. “That’s a lot of food.”
“It is, and I’d love someone to share it with, not that there’s any way you’ll be able to out eat me,” said Aspen with a laugh. “At least you get to look gorgeous all year round: I’m all scrawny during the summer. Feels weird.”
“Feels nice, if you ask me,” said Eleanor, running her hand over Aspen’s body. “Aspen...you did make me feel better, but I’m still self-conscious.”
“Well, what if we go slow?” asked Aspen, moving a hand up Eleanor’s thigh. “I could...take your dress off last, and start with your bra and panties.”
“That actually sounds okay,” said Eleanor, and as Aspen moved his hands up her legs, she felt herself getting even wetter with desire. Aspen’s hands were rough, the shifter paw marks textured like scars or calluses beneath the skin. The skin itself would have been soft if Aspen was a city shifter, but as a man who worked with his hands, he had hands like a lumberjack’s, not a CEO’s, even though he was both.
Aspen ran a finger between Eleanor’s thighs and felt her wet slot through the thin panties. He pulled them down: plain cotton underwear, cheap stuff from a big-box store, he didn’t care what they looked like as long as he could get to the honeypot. Aspen resisted the urge to press his shaft into Eleanor yet: instead, he got down on his chest and pulled himself up to Eleanor’s honeypot.
“What are you doing?” asked Eleanor.
“What every bear dreams of,” said Aspen, pushing the skirts and petticoats out of the way until he saw what he wanted most of all. “Going to town on a honeypot.”
“You don’t have to do that, you know,” said Eleanor.
“Babe, this isn’t a have to, it’s a get to,” said Aspen.
“No man has ever done that to me,” said Eleanor.
Aspen’s eyes flashed with rage. “You mean to tell me you’ve lain with men and they haven’t shown you the attention you’ve deserved? They’re frikkin’ idiots: you’re a gorgeous woman and any chance to pleasure you is a privilege,” said Aspen. “Get prepared for the ride of a lifetime, baby.”
“You really don’t have to do this –” started Eleanor, but she interrupted her own sentence with a moan as Aspen pressed his mouth to her clit and she found her legs spreading on their own, with little help needed from Aspen’s strong arms. Her legs started to melt as Aspen massaged them with his strong, firm hands while he licked her clitoris, savoring the taste of her honeypot, Eleanor’s natural sweetness making his cock twitch.
“Oh, Aspen,” moaned Eleanor: she hadn’t expected oral sex to feel so amazing but Aspen had a way with his tongue, and not just conversationally. The feeling of a mouth on her nether regions was foreign, but like good foreign cuisine, an experience in exotic pleasure. Aspen was ravishing her with his mouth as if she were the most delicious dessert at the Asher Ball, better than the floral pastries or crystallized violet.
“That’s right, baby, say my name,” ordered Aspen as he kept using his tongue on her clitoris, increasing the intensity of the tongue strokes. Every time that Eleanor instinctively bucked into his face, Aspen swelled with pride: making his fated mate feel pleasure was something he’d dreamed of for nights, for years.
“Aspen, I want you,” said Eleanor, clutching the sheets. “I want you so badly.”
“I won’t fuck you unless you get out of that dress,” said Aspen.
“Will you settle for the bra?” asked Eleanor.
“No frikkin’ way,” said Aspen. “You’d still be covered by the dress.”
“Suit yourself,” said Eleanor.
There were dozens of things Aspen could have said to Eleanor, but like a real man, he led by example, not by oration, and pressing his mouth to Elea
nor’s pussy, harder than before, and adding fingers, he had Eleanor metaphorically eating out of his hand.
“Harder,” moaned Eleanor. “Harder, Aspen, harder!”
“That’s as hard as I can go with my fingers,” said Aspen. “But my cock, on the other hand...”
“Then just fuck me, please,” begged Eleanor.
“You did say please...but I want that dress off before I do anything,” said Aspen. “The dress comes off, or you don’t get off. Stand up,” ordered Aspen, sliding his fingers out of Eleanor before licking the juices off his hand.
Eleanor got up and off the bed. Aspen helped her up and turned her around. “I’m going to unzip your dress, to get the bra off,” explained Aspen. “I’ll undo the bra, but you can do the rest. I want you to present yourself to me, all of you. If you do that, you’ll earn the dick.”
“Alright,” said Eleanor, gulping. The moment of truth was here: would Aspen love her, curves and all, or would he realize he’d made a mistake, like so many other guys?
“Can you close your eyes?” Eleanor asked Aspen, who was sitting on the end of the bed watching Eleanor.
“Sure,” he said, and as soon as she was sure his eyes were glued shut, Eleanor quickly unplugged the device on her waist and stashed it in her bra and panties. She didn’t need to explain that to Aspen, not yet.
“You can open them again,” said Eleanor. “Aspen...I think I’m ready.”
“You think?” asked Aspen. “I need you to be absolutely confident that you want to sleep with me, Eleanor: if you end up being my fated mate, that’s the most serious thing that could happen to either of us. If you want to put this off, I understand, but –“
Eleanor pressed a finger to Aspen’s lips and said the two words that nobody had said to the billionaire bear in years. “Shut. Up. I’m ready, Aspen. I want you.”
“God, I’ve been waiting to hear you say that all night,” said Aspen, pulling Eleanor close and wrapping his hand around her back, unzipping the ball gown in one fluid motion. He held the veil-like cap sleeves as Eleanor stepped out of the gown, and he gently held the gown while watching Eleanor, his jaw practically hitting the floor once he saw how gorgeous she was naked.
“You look amazing,” said Aspen, rolling up the dress and pressing it down gently onto one of the antique armchairs. “Eleanor...you’re amazing.”
Chapter Six
In front of Aspen stood the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, finally free of the bunches of tulle and satin that had hidden her from his gaze like a wedding veil on a virgin’s wedding day. From head to two, Eleanor was the most gorgeous woman he’d seen in his life, from her soft, curly hair, to her ample breasts, the soft curve of her waist, and the hips that spread out and led to luscious thighs.
Aspen’s bear roared: of course Eleanor was gorgeous, they’d known that from the first night by the lake, but modest Eleanor had never shown off her curves and there was no way that the man or the bear would have guessed she’d have such massive breasts and a set of hips perfect for making shifter babies. The dress had slimmed down her curves rather than accentuate them, and she looked much better with the gown off than she had with the gown on.
“So?” asked Eleanor, shifting, holding one elbow behind her with her other hand, stiffening her usually soft and rounded shoulders, her body tense with nervousness regarding her body. “What do you think?” The bear hadn’t said a word to her since she’d stripped down, just sat on the bed, looking her over with a hunger she could see in its eyes.
The sound of Eleanor’s voice broke Aspen out of his hungry trance. “Ella, you’re an amazing woman...and right when I think I’ve met the most beautiful woman in the world, you go and pull this trick on me,” said Aspen. “I never thought you could look even more amazing than the image I had of you in my head, but I never thought that you’d be absolutely perfect in every way.”
Aspen held a hand out to Eleanor and pulled her close so that the nude woman was standing in front of him and he could run his hands over her every curve. “It’s just my luck you’re single, too,” said Aspen. “A woman like you, in a big city teeming with shifter men...I would’ve thought you’d been snatched up years ago. You’re amazing, Ella, and I can only hope that I’m half as attractive to you as you are to me.”
Eleanor ran a hand over Aspen’s shoulders, looking at the mate mark and biting her lip before looking into Aspen’s eyes. “Aspen...can I touch your mate mark?” she asked.
“Of course,” said Aspen. “I want you to, Eleanor.” Aspen pressed Eleanor’s hand to the mate mark and Eleanor fingered the mark, starting with the scrollwork, tracing with only one fingers up and down Aspen’s broad chest.
Aspen held back the bear in him which was telling him to take Eleanor and push her down on the bed and take her: Ella had accepted his mate mark, and thus, his bear, but Aspen kept still, as if he was being approached by a doe in a meadow. The physical feeling of Ella’s fingertips over his chest was soft but the emotional feeling was intense and he had to close his eyes and hold his breath to stop himself from overreacting to the stimulation.
As Ella ran her finger down the letter L on his chest, he had to grip the sheet to keep himself restrained. The letter L had been such a mystery for him, all his adult life, but once he’d met Ella, he hadn’t cared about what it meant, he knew she was the one. Once she introduced herself, all bets were off: the L was for the sound, not the letter, and it didn’t mean “lust”, “lecher”, “larceny”, or any of the other L words he’d come up with through the years. No, it was just a simple sound, for a simple love.
As Eleanor slipped her finger past the bottom of the letter and down his chest, he couldn’t hold back any longer: Aspen pulled Eleanor close so she was straddling his body. He rubbed her pussy against his hardness, which was practically bursting through the fabric of his boxer briefs. “You want this?” he asked huskily.
“Oh, Aspen, give it to me,” moaned Eleanor. “I want you to take me.”
That was all that Aspen needed to hear: he hooked his fingers along the sides of his underwear and ripped them off, opening the sides of the underwear at the seams so that he could pull them right off from behind, slipping the fabric under his butt while exposing his shaft to Eleanor. Aspen rubbed the tip of his cock against Eleanor’s waiting pussy, her clit still wet with his mouth’s juices.
“I want you, Eleanor,” whispered Aspen. “But I have to warn you...once we start to make love, the bear might take over, and I can’t handle the bear during sex.”
“That’s okay,” said Eleanor, looking up at Aspen, her head against his mate mark. “I want you, Aspen, bear and all.”
Aspen lifted Eleanor up and off his lap while he pressed the head of his cock back and forth through her slit, pressing the shaft around her wetness before finally slipping it in, a mere inch, and then another, until he was a few inches into her. “How does that feel?” asked Aspen.
“I want it all, Aspen, every inch,” begged Eleanor, running her hands through Aspen’s hair, which was now mussed up and no longer perfect and slicked back as it had been the first time she’d met him on the balcony. Eleanor’s hair was still as wavy and curly as it had been when she’d come to the manor. “Please, give it to me.”
Aspen wrapped his arm around Eleanor’s waist as he gently lowered her down onto his cock, which was thicker and girthier than an average man’s, his shaft harder than it usually got, given that this was going to be the most important sex of his life.
Eleanor held tight onto Aspen as he rolled over so Eleanor was beneath him and he could control the speed and intensity of the thrusts better. Eleanor, with her hair splayed on the pillows, the sheets that seemed to be spun of pure gold thread like something out of Rumplestiltskin’s fairy tale, was a site to behold, and as he pressed his shaft further into her, hitting her special spot, she let out a small moan.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” growled Aspen as he gripped Eleanor’s hips, using her love handles a
s literal love handles, stabilizing himself while getting a chance to feel up his lover. “God, you’re amazing, Ella, and I’m going to make you come.”
“I’ve, uhm...” started Eleanor, looking away and then back up at the big bear shifter who was bucking into her hard and fast, fucking her hard enough to rock the bed back and forth, making the antique wood squeak.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never come,” said Aspen. “Are all the men in Seattle idiots? Don’t’ worry...I’ll make sure you come, Ella, and I’m going to make you come, hard.”
Eleanor pulled a pillow down and scooted down the bed because as Aspen fucked her, he’d pushed her up and against the headboard. As she scooted down, Aspen pulled her by the hips, and she had to keep a hold of her pillows because as Aspen fucked her harder and harder, the sheets on the bed moved, and the pillows bounced off the bed and onto the floor.
“Have you ever been fucked like this before?” asked Aspen.
“No,” admitted Eleanor. “I’ve only ever had one boyfriend, and he wasn’t very good... have you ever fucked a girl like this before?”
“Only you, babe, and that’s the truth,” promised Aspen, ramming back into Eleanor while pressing a hand along her waist and feeling the depths of her curves, a depth he’d dreamed of feeling since seeing her in that dress, before pressing into her cleavage with his hand, feeling the softness of her large breasts while he felt up her butt, making sure to savor each and every inch of her curves. “Other women were a distraction, but now that I’ve found you, I’m pulling out the big guns.”
Aspen pulled Eleanor up and pressed her into him . “I want you to buck up against me,” said Aspen. “Let me feel how much you want me.”
“I want you,” said Eleanor.
“Don’t tell me, show me,” ordered Aspen. “See how hard you can do me.”
“There’s no way I can do you as hard as you’re doing me,” protested Eleanor. “That’s impossible.”
“Of course it’s impossible, you’re teeny,” teased Aspen. “But I want to see you try.”
