She wasn’t. But it was nice that he thought so. Or said so. Jenna kissed her way down his tummy to his cock. It was lying hard against his bulging abs, the purple cap dripping. She backed up so she could kiss it too and was rewarded when it bobbed and cum splashed on his belly.
“I think I need to hurry up,” she teased and raised herself up so she could come down on the twitching spike in her hands.
“But I haven’t even started on you,” he protested.
“I’m good,” she said as her slick passage engulfed him and tiny muscles held him tightly.
He had thought that she had meant that she had never been on top of him. Her awkwardness made him realize that she meant ever. She was torturing him with her uneven pace. She sank too fast and rose too slowly, and then she did the opposite. Zeke ran his big hand to her bottom and fondled the plump flesh, keeping himself in check so he didn’t rob her of her fun.
She was good and wet. She was enjoying herself. And it would have been a lie to say he didn’t like it. But his pecker felt like it was caught in a wringer turned by a sadist. But just one look at Jenna’s absorbed, delighted face made him brace himself to endure this joyride.
It seemed to take her a long time before she found a rhythm that pleased her. Her breasts mottled with a desirous flush. Her stiff nipples stiffened more. She bounced faster and squeezed his dick hard. He held on trying not to come before she was done. At last the deep contractions began in her pussy and spread in voluptuous ripples through the soft and supple globes in his hands. She shrieked and fell forward.
Zeke let himself go. He flooded her as the last of her climactic jolts sucked him dry. He ran wondering hands down the soft, damp skin of her back. They fell asleep like that.
Jenna woke. Her back was cold. Her front was sweaty. Big hands held her so tightly she could hardly breathe.
“Zeke,” she said sharply. “It’s me. Let go.”
His eyes snapped open. He rolled so his body covered hers. Not like a man who wanted sex. Not like a lover beginning foreplay. Like a man defending his woman from attack.
“It’s okay,” she said softly. “We’re safe here.”
He rolled off her. “Sorry,” he muttered embarrassed.
“Bad dream?”
“Yeah. Now you see why I’m on terminal leave.”
“Because of nightmares?”
“Because I’m nuts.”
Jenna examined him more closely. He was sweating profusely, yet his skin was clammy. “Nightmares are appropriate when you’ve been through hell. Come on, let’s have a shower.”
“Aren’t you afraid?” he demanded.
“That you will try to protect me from a bomb with your body?” she asked. “No, not really.” She led the way into her bathroom.
“The Army psychiatrists say I’m a danger to myself. And others. They relieved me of command.”
“Ouch. Heck of a reward for being wounded.” Jen adjusted the spray to medium hot and got in. “Come on, there’s room for two and I have a lot of missed opportunities to make up.”
“Huh.”
She lathered her hands and attacked his chest hair playfully, swirling her fingers around his nipples and pulling the hair into crests. “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she said.
“Bathe a soldier?”
“Play with a man’s chest hair.”
“You don’t find me maybe a little hairy?”
“Nope. Bears are supposed to be hairy. Here. And here. And most especially here.” Her roving hands tickled him as she spoke. She finally cupped his aching balls in her palms and massaged them gently.
It was all the excuse his poor, dumb scud missile needed to reload. He grabbed the soap out of Jen’s hands. “I got you all sweaty,” he said. “Let’s get your girls clean.”
She giggled as his slick hands began to play gently with her breasts. He pulled the jutting nipples until they stiffened even more, then let his soapy hands wander lower to her swelling buttocks. He knelt before her and lathered up one leg and then the other. She was trembling slightly by the time he let them rove between her thighs and he began to play with the soft and swollen labia.
“You smell so good,” he murmured as his mouth found her bud. He sucked it. The taste of woman and slightly soapy water was a spicy treat. Jenna’s hand in his hair told him how much she liked it. He sucked harder and was rewarded when she came apart in his hands.
He surged to his feet and lifted her onto his heat-seeking missile and placed her spine against the tiles. She clasped him close with her robust thighs and returned his vigorous thrusts with hearty moves of her own. His bellow of masculine satisfaction echoed in the bathroom with her own squeal of pleasure. She slid bonelessly down his abdomen sighing with pleasure.
“I don’t think we’re going to get clean this side of Sunday,” she said joyfully. “But we have a lifetime to work on it.”
“And pie for dessert!”
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Read more about Jenna’s Yakima Ridge family in Bear Fursuits Books 1-5 Bundle and Brides of the Bachelor Bears Bundle
JENNA’S KNITTING SECRET
The Bascom ‘secret’ to knitting two socks on a single set of needles is for experienced knitters only. It involves knitting with two balls of yarn at once and begins with a complicated cast on.
Although they think they invented it, it is of course not unique to Jenna’s family.
http://www.cometosilver.com/socks/2mlsocks_start.htm
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