by Lynn Red
Goosebumps covered me as my breath came in shorter and quicker bursts. My knees were so weak that I needed to hold something, so as I gasped again and his tongue went in a wave against me, then flicked over my sweetly aching clit, I grabbed Rex’s massive shoulders to steady myself.
The wave of pleasure that hit me in the stomach would’ve knocked me straight to the ground without him and the wall holding me up.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Let me take you to places you’ve never been. Let go. I’ll never hurt you, never do you wrong. Do you trust me?”
“Uh... huh,” I groaned. A pulsing from deep in my belly radiated outward. My muscles went tight and then loose, hot and then cold. “Yes, yes, yes, oh God yes!”
“Scratch me,” he said. “Dig those nails into my shoulders.”
The hair on my arms tickled as it grew longer and thicker. My nose got even more sensitive. “You’re doing it again!” I cried out. “You’re making me... making me change!”
I looked down at him with half opened eyes, and saw that the hair of his beard was longer, the hair on his head turning golden-tan. And on top of it all, his eyes were on fire. The amber flecks I’d seen the one time before were like shocks of molten gold.
“You’re not the only one,” he growled, low and slow.
As he stared into my eyes, a finger slid down my body and tested my entrance. I grabbed his hand and relaxed my knees, letting my falling weight ease the huge finger into me. My body gripped him, grasped at the thickness, but I was so wet that he slid straight in.
One curl of his finger was all it took.
I let out a yelp, then I gripped hard on his shoulders. My fingernails sank into his skin deep enough to leave dents. He let out a breath that slid over my skin in a hot wave that quickly went cool.
“Yes!” I squealed. “I’m... I’m...”
My lips trembled, my voice quailed and it was all I could do to stay vertical. I sank into a semi-crouch as I surrendered to pleasure. I felt myself squeeze Rex’s finger, not wanting him to leave. He flattened his hand against my pussy and ground my clit with every pulse that shot through me.
Next thing I knew, I was in his arms and he was carrying me somewhere.
Down a hall and around a corner we went. I arched my neck and kissed Rex everywhere my lips could reach. I scratched his almost bare chest, running my hands through the increasingly thick, fur-like hair and relishing the scent of sweat running down the sides of his face.
When he laid me down, the softness of the sheets and the way the mattress absorbed me felt like I was being enveloped in a cloud. The afterglow from his attention didn’t hurt either, I’m sure.
I stretched my arms over my head and arched my back in the kind of yawn you can only have after someone really goes to work on you.
“You’re better than any massage I’ve ever had,” I said with a sly little grin. I relaxed back into the pile of blankets and pillows that was more like a den than a bed, thinking how much it already felt like home.
“Oh yeah?” Rex said, crawling on top of me. The weight of his legs and the thickness of his cock straining against those torn up jeans were almost too much for me to bear. The hair on his cheeks had receded a little, but the fire in his eyes remained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Lilah. I haven’t since the first time we met. I’ve wanted to do these things to you for what seems like eternity, and here we are.”
“Here we are,” I echoed, smiling up at him as he took my glasses off, propped himself on an elbow and folded them carefully.
“God, you’re gorgeous. No one has ever possessed me like this. I’ve dreamed about your eyes, about your face.”
Each word he said was punctuated by a gentle kiss on the place he mentioned.
I split my legs apart and hooked them around Rex, resting my heels on the backs of his thighs. Tilting my hips just a little bit let the rough fabric on his jeans rub against me right where I wanted him. The heat between his legs stoked a fire inside me, and his kisses were making me feel a spiritual ecstasy that lifted my heart into the sky further and further with each brush of his lips.
“I’m yours,” he said. “And if you want to be mine, I’d be the most honored bear in the woods.”
“Like you have to ask,” I said softly, running my hands through his hair. “You can be the happiest bear, and I’ll be the happiest raccoo—”
Rex interrupted me by grabbing the collar of my shirt with his teeth and ripping the damn thing in half.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he said. “I’m... hearing your voice, seeing your face and having your perfect, naked body right here underneath me, I’m... I can’t control myself.”
“You keep right on not controlling,” I said. “But first, I better not be the only one naked.”
With a wild grin on his face, Rex pushed off me and stood. He looked down and grabbed a strip of torn denim, then yanked. The fabric tore like a zipper, straight up to his waist and then roared, splitting the waistband.
“That was... direct,” I said, pushing myself up on my elbows so I could watch the show.
The muscles in his thighs flexed as he moved, his abs lifting and falling with every breath. Even with the light coating of hair on his chest and belly, every line was plain to see. “I’m also not the only gorgeous one in the room,” I said, a little breathlessly. The tattoo draped across his shoulder struck me, but not as much as the thing testing the limits of his boxer briefs.
“You’re gonna have to help me with these,” he said with a smile. “I’m too sore.”
“Right,” I laughed as I crawled across the blankets and grabbed the elastic.
I reached inside, running my hand the entire length of him, and then pulled his cock out with a pop of fabric retracting. Just imagining him on top of me, inside me... I’d been ready for more the second he finished me the first time, but then? Holy ass to borrow a phrase.
“Monsoon season,” I said in a hollow, quiet voice.
Swallowing hard, I kissed his tip and then ran my tongue along the line that ran partway down him. I grabbed him hard with both hands, holding Rex like an axe. Apparently forgetting how sore he was, my bear slid his underwear off and stepped forward, pushing me backward on to the bed.
From the base to the tip, I stroked him in long, patient tugs. The friction of his skin against my palms, and his head when I explored with my fingertips was entrancing.
I spread my legs and scooted closer and kissed along Rex’s soft underside. He kept groaning and growling, and that made me stroke harder and faster until he finally got to breathing so hard he made me stop.
“Not yet,” he said with an exasperated smile. “I mean, I don’t exactly want to stop you, but we don’t have any trains to catch. Let me see those eyes.”
I looked up at him, but ran my tongue along his cock and then took him inside my mouth. Never taking my eyes off Rex’s face, I massaged him and slid my lips down as far as they’d go, just past the ridge of his head. I finally had to look away, but his urgent, excited groaning was as good a guide as anything.
Gently he curled his fingers in my hair, eagerly he pushed his hips against me. Inhaling deeply, Rex’s scent filled my nose. Sweat ran from my temples to my chin, then down my neck and between my breasts.
Twisting my hands gently as I pulled, I fell into a Zen-like rhythm. Up and down, hard and then soft; fast and then slow. Rex rolled his head back and forth around his shoulders, and then just as I felt him pulse a little thicker, he grabbed my hair and forced me to stop.
He lowered his face to me, but his eyes were still closed. When he opened them, the molten gold was back. There was a ferocity behind his gaze that shocked me a little, but turned me on a lot more.
“Get down here,” I said, clutching his muscled ass and pulling him toward me. “Don’t make me wait anymore. You kept away from me all this time, don’t make me... Oh! Oh yes!”
Just the tip slid between my folds as he fell on top of me. His weight on my ches
t and thickly muscled hips pushing my legs apart made my heart flutter. Holding himself in one hand, Rex moved up me, then down, then back up again. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered before sucking a kiss behind my ear.
“You couldn’t manage,” I said, giggling a little. “Come here, come closer. Give me all you got, Rex Lee.”
Every line, every curve of his cock sliding into made me breathe a little harder. Inch by inch, he went deeper and my breath got hotter and quicker. Before I knew it, I felt his thighs against mine, and he slid his arms underneath me, clutching me against his huge body.
“Tell me if it hurts,” he said.
“It isn’t hurting right now,” I said, scratching his back. “You better fix that.”
Fire flashed behind Rex’s eyes and he let a savage grin cross his face. He pulled back, leaving an aching void deep inside me that yearned for him to come back. When he finally did, the agony of his stretching into me turned instantly to warm shocks of agonizing pleasure crawling up my stomach and prickling my nipples again to life.
As he moved against me, inside me, the roughness of the hair on his chest against my stiff peaks made the back of my neck tickle and my scalp tighten up.
Rex’s heart, pounding in his chest sent pulses racing through me.
“Harder,” I moaned. “Hard...er... yes, just like that, yes...”
Rex gave me a quizzical glance, and I bit my lip. “I like it when it hurts,” I said softly. “Just a little. I like feeling you against me, your hair and your skin and your sweat.”
He went deep and hard. I threw my head back in a gasp that turned into a long, warbling groan when he rammed against me a second time and then a third.
“Pull my hair,” Rex growled. “Scratch me.”
With one hand I grabbed a fistful of curly brown hair and raked my nails down his back.
He hissed and smiled. “Again,” he said. “Don’t stop.”
The harder he drove into me, the wilder my scratching and my tugging got until I was just thrashing against him. Rex bucked his hips, slapping his thighs against mine, stinging so sweet.
“I’m getting close,” I whispered, chewing on my lip.
“Good,” Rex groaned. “Because you’re making me crazy! I can barely hold on. But there’s...”
With a grunt, he lifted me off the mattress and flipped me over, on top of him. I landed with him sliding deeper than ever. Breath came out of my lungs hot and fast. Sweat ran rivers down the sides of my face and I slammed myself down onto him as hard as I could.
“Scratch... my... chest,” Rex groaned.
As I painted red tracks down his body that were plain to see even under the growing fur, Rex grabbed my ass in those powerful hands and drove up.
I fell forward, bracing myself with one hand on the headboard and the other against the wall. The thunk-thunk-thunk of the bed against the wall turned into a boom-boom-boom as we both got closer and closer to the edge.
He swelled inside me, stretching me just a little more. Sliding one hand up my back he urged me down so that he could get his mouth around one of my nipples.
Sucking, then kissing, then licking, I could hardly stand for another second.
Rex stiffened. “Come with me,” he whispered. “At exactly the same time.”
“Suck,” I said. “Suck harder, suck harder, I... I’m... Ah!”
Our bodies convulsed together. He swelled and I balanced. One last, deep thrust put him as deep as he could go, and then we stayed right together, our bodies so close they were one.
He shuddered and I quaked. He roared, I cried out in pleasure.
Radiant heat turned my vision white behind my closed lids, and his desperate sucking and pulsing made my world explode.
Holding him as tight as I could, I used Rex for an anchor to reality, but even that didn’t do any good. I felt his breath against my neck, and then I fell onto his chest, giving myself up completely.
“Open your eyes,” Rex said. “Let me see them sparkle.”
When I did, I felt a tickle in the corner, and a tear fell out, rolling down my cheek. He kissed it away. “I love you, Lilah,” he said. “I never thought I’d love anyone like this, not ever again. But you’re everything I ever wanted.”
I curled up on my bear, taking a deep breath and then exhaling slowly. “I never knew what it felt like to be loved like this,” I whispered. “I kinda never believed it was possible. But now I feel like I’ve come—”
“Home?” he finished for me.
To answer, I smiled and kissed his chest and closed my eyes.
“Home,” I said. “That says it all.”
*
My eyes shot open to a screeching sound somewhere down the hall.
I looked at the window and then the clock on the bedside table. “Holy shit,” I said to myself. “When did it get to be half past ten?”
The gentle orange light of late afternoon was gone, replaced by a very dark Jamesburg night. Moonlight pooled on the floor beside me, interrupted only by my shadow when I swung my feet out and stood up.
I grabbed the side of my head and massaged my slightly-throbbing temple until the wave of dizziness subsided. It took a second to get myself together and remember where I was. The sheets still smelled like Rex. The lingering scent of sweat and sex thrilled me, but the noises down the hall, toward the kitchen, had my attention.
To my surprise, a few pairs of my jeans and a few of my shirts and some underwear that actually went with all of it was arranged on the dresser.
Sly bastard went and got my clothes while I was asleep. Leave it to him to somehow charm me more than he already has.
Carefully, I selected some blue and white checked panties, a pair of comfortable old Levi’s and an old striped polo that likes to hug the right curves and ignore the wrong ones. There was also a glass of water and a couple Advil on the night stand. Shaking my head, I swallowed them and then finished off the water.
Another excited squeal and then a giggle came down the hall and my heart just kind of turned to jelly.
As I tied my hair back into a ponytail, I went to pick up one of my bandanas. My hand hovered over it for a moment before I stopped myself and shook my head. If I was going to be real, I had to be all real. No more hiding, no more dwelling on things that didn’t matter.
Wait... was that oregano?
A smell drifted underneath the door and tickled my nose. Yep, definitely oregano. And... basil? And tomatoes and onions and...
Suddenly, like magic had swirled through my entire being, my head cleared and my grogginess vanished. As the kludge parted and my mind grew sharper, I took a deep, oregano-filled breath, and headed out of my little nest and into the world.
“Miss Lilah!” Leena screeched as soon as I emerged. “I beat that level in Mario and now we can play the next one!” It all came out in one syllable.
She bolted from the kitchen through the living room, easily dodged Rex’s outstretched arm and barreled toward me. “Daddy said you were hurt!”
I braced myself for impact, but somehow she stopped with her toes about six inches from mine. “Is a hug okay?” she asked. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
The notion of a six year old hurting me with a hug struck me as funny, but she was probably right to ask. I grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to me. Holding that little cub tight, squeezing her for all she was worth, I forgot about the sore shoulder and the twinge in my ankle and in my knee.
“Come on!” she squealed. “Daddy made dinner and grandpa is here and so is your sister!”
“My... sister? Dezzy?”
“Hey Lyle!” Dezzy yelled from the kitchen. “This guy you found, he made eggplant parmesan. If you don’t keep him, I’m going to shake you.”
I wandered, slightly stunned, down the hall and into the kitchen. Rex greeted me with the warmest smile I’d ever seen. “Hope you like this stuff,” he said. “Just something I whipped together.”
Nothing about the table setting, the wine,
or the incredibly large lump of eggplant parm that was sitting in the middle of a plate in front of me said ‘whipped together’ to me. “I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Start with tellin’ an old man hello,” Rex’s dad said, standing up and taking my hand. “I’ve heard just about as much about you as any old man’s heard about anything. Pleased to meet you Lilah. Call me Fillmore.” he said as he kissed the back of my hand.
“Oh,” I said, with a little quaver in my voice. “I don’t think anyone’s ever actually kissed my hand before.”
Fillmore shot a sideways look at Rex. “I suppose that proves it. You’re not mine after all!” he said before slapping his son on the back and laughing so hard he wheezed.
We ate, we drank, and before long, I noticed something strange going on with my fingers and looked over to find Leena playing with them. “Miss Lilah?” she asked. “My birthday’s in a couple weeks and the only thing I want, really, is—”
“Leena,” Rex cut her off. “Let’s relax a little, huh? Just enjoy what we’ve got and not worry so much about the future?”
But Leena had the crease in her forehead – the same one Rex got – that said she wasn’t satisfied with that answer. “Well,” she finally said. “Okay, I guess. But someday, will you be my mommy?”
My eyes misted up so fast I didn’t have a chance to wipe the tears away before they started rolling down my cheeks. Rex grabbed my other hand and squeezed it tight. “Take your time,” he said. “No rush, you understand?”
I nodded sniffing, and turned back to the little cub with her sweet blue eyes turned toward me as she threaded my fingers together one more time. “I’ll tell you what,” I said. “We’ll see what happens. But right now? This? You and your daddy and your grandpa and my sister—”
“Aunt Dezzy!” Leena said, and started bouncing in her chair.
Dezzy shrugged, looking very pleased with herself.
