A whimper escapes me instead of an answer to his question. I have no words at this moment, only need.
My fingers lace through his hair at the back of his head. It's long enough to fist in my hands as I hold on to him, dependent on him for everything at this moment, even the air that I'm breathing. Then my feet are off the ground and Bear is rushing us down the hallway and through the door to his bedroom.
I may not have slept in here yet, but I've seen his room. It's a grand master suite with beautiful pine walls and a king size bed with a massive wooden frame which Bear is currently laying me gently on.
He crawls onto the bed with me, straddling my knees as he unbuttons my blouse. I'm trapped under him like this and I have little option but to surrender to the feel of his hands as they brush the fabric aside and splay over my midriff.
"You're so fucking gorgeous," he breathes out as his hands slide up my ribs and push my bra off my breasts, "I wanted you the moment I saw you."
Those are words I've wanted to hear, and just the sound of them on his lips makes me quiver.
"Why didn't you say something, Barrett?" I whisper as he bends to take one nipple in his mouth.
He grunts against my skin and I almost laugh, would if his touch wasn't searing my flesh with its heat and driving all thought from my mind.
His tongue rolls around my extended nipple, drawing it further into his mouth and lightly taking it between his teeth before moving to give the other the same attention. His hands kneading into my skin firmly yet gently.
By the time he breaks away and begins to move lower I've forgotten why I was leaving, why we were arguing. The last week has dissolved from my memory and the only thing left is how I felt the first night I met this man.
"I didn't want you to feel pressured," Barrett whispers against my stomach. His words muffled from the pressure of his lips on my skin, "I didn't want to be the guy that brought you all the way up here and then expected you to put out right away."
He reaches down and slides my skirt up my legs, his fingers dancing so lightly against my inner thighs that it's barely a promise of a touch. It makes me arch my back and cry out with a frustrated sound as I spread my thighs for him and silently beg him for more with my body language.
For a second he seems unsure whether to lift my skirt till its bunched around my waist, or to slide it over my hips and down my legs till it's just a worthless rag on the floor.
His hand is under the fabric, his fingers shamelessly slipping under the elastic waist of my panties and pulling them down as his mouth continues across my stomach, alternating the softest of kisses with the gentlest of nips till the waist band of the skirt prevents him from making further progress.
"I know we both went through the same process with Raven," he mumbles on, "Your nieces are real sweet.." He frees my body of my underwear and drops them out of sight and just when I think his hand is about to slide against my sex, he reaches to remove my skirt instead.
The anticipation is torment and I swear he gives me a grin that is darker than I thought this man was capable of when he sees the disappointment on my face.
"Just because you came up here expecting to meet the man you were gonna marry doesn't mean you were planning on hopping into bed with him right off the bat."
He pulls me free of any remaining garments and pushes me back into the comforter when I try to help.
A long, low whistle begins in his throat and turns to a groan, "Fuck, baby," his eyebrows are drawn together over the bridge of his nose and his need to have me is written plainly on his features, "I was waiting for you to let me know how far you wanted to take things and how fast."
His eyes rake over my naked body and his gaze is so heavy I feel it. It sends shivers over my skin and the sudden realization that I'm naked and he isn't seems unbearably criminal.
"But you didn't seem to notice when I tried to let you know what I wanted," I tell him, standing on my knees to work the buttons on his shirt.
We're face to face again and I see the regret in his deep brown eyes. His lips take mine gently in a kiss that says everything I know he wants to tell me.
I get it. Barrett is a humble man and words are not his strength. He needs me to communicate with him plainly and openly and he will always answer me simply and honestly. Like he is right now with this kiss.
"I'm not very good at recognizing a woman's signals," he tells me shyly when we break the kiss.
We still have so much left to learn about each other.
Right now I plan to start with his body. I pull the flannel shirt off of him and he lifts his arms so I can pull his t-shirt over his head.
It's my turn to whistle, except that I'm not very good at whistling, so instead the sound that leaves me is more like a moan.
Barrett's body isn't the cuddly teddy bear I had expected. His chest is made of neatly stacked muscles. Pecs that are wide and flat above the visible 6-pack engraved in his abdomen. A patch of hair covers his upper chest and trails down to below his belly button.
My fingers follow it. All the way to the button of his jeans that I'm in a very big hurry to get him out of.
In a blur of commotion we manage to get rid of the rest of the material that's been standing between us and before I have a chance to continue my exploration, I'm on my back again with Bear's head between my legs.
"Hey," I weakly protest, "I was busy."
"I'd rather keep you busy screaming my name." Is his answer, and it's a good one.
Bear
I want to plunge my cock balls deep in her tight little body right now. Sink into her and soak up the feel of her all around me till her pussy's clenchin' down on me and making me come. But I've made a mess outta things and came damn close to having Dorthy walk right back out of my life.
If that had happened I know I'd have spent the rest of my life thinking about her. Wouldn't matter if Raven found me another wife. It's damn hard to think I'd ever fall for another woman the way I have for this gal right here. It's like we were meant for each other. I feel that deep down somewhere and maybe we got off on the wrong foot, but I'm gonna make sure we get back in step with each other.
Starting with taking my time with her body. Making sure I make the effort to get to know her whole body from head to toe because I want to for starters. I want to know everything about her and I want to take my time and get my eyes full of her while I'm memorizing the feel of her with my hands and my mouth.
Dorthy deserves that. She deserves a man who's going to make sure her pleasure come first. That's what I'm going to do and not just because it's what she deserves, but because right now it's the one thing I want even more than the feel of my shaft buried inside her. And I want that damn bad.
She tastes delicious. All warm and sweet as I run my tongue over her, using the tip to trace every crease and fold of her, licking up her honey and going back for more while I listen to the noises she makes when she's lost in the moment.
When I flick my tongue over her clit, she writhes beneath me. Running her fingers through my hair and making little mewling noises. When I put my whole mouth on her and suck the swollen little button, her back arches and her fists clench in my hair, her mewls turning to frantic gasps. When I run my fingers up the inside of her thigh the gasps become heavy with anticipation, and when I let my index finger slide through her slickness and slowly sink past her opening, I'm rewarded with the sweetest gift in the world as her body rocks against me and then breaks into hard quivers in my hands that are slow to still.
I remind myself to be gentle with her, that I need to give her time and let her body recover but it's a damn hard thing to do when my cock is throbbing and my balls are aching to match the power of Dorthy's release deep inside her still spasming body.
My fingers slip from her body, coated in her release, and I can't help but lick them clean of her before beginning my journey back up her body with my lips.
My woman-- and Dorthy is my woman and I don't intend to let her forget it from now
on-- may be a tiny thing, but her body is made up of the kind of curves that are almost too dangerous to handle. My hands move over her, flowing across the swell of her hips and then into the the narrowness of her waist before moving up to the hills of her breasts. My mouth tries to follow, dropping kisses across her hip bone which makes her wiggle under my mouth, and then over the slight swell of her stomach where I dip my tongue into the divot of her belly button.
"Barrett," I hear her soft voice above me and feel her hands on my shoulders, urging me to speed up my progress, "come here."
I hear it in her voice, that throaty whisper that goes straight to my balls and makes them tighten as my cock strains to be inside her.
"I want you," she whispers with a move of her hips that almost manages to put her just where she's begging to be, "I want you to fuck me like you own me."
Fuck yeah, that's exactly what I'm going to do.
I'm not going to make her wait. Coming eye to eye with her again I catch her parted lips in a kiss and I feel her legs wrap around my waist, bringing the wet heat of her pussy grinding up against my shaft.
Something like a growl pulls from my throat through our kiss and I have to break away in order to get air into my lungs.
She makes the move again, this time managing to slide her silky folds up my length till the tip of my dick is poised at her entrance. I can feel how hot she is, how wet, how close she is to coaxing me into her and all it takes is the softest little sound as she feels me pressing against her for me to give her what she wants.
My cock sinks home, pushing steadily, feeling the way her walls part and then wrap around me, squeezing and fluttering like they're trying to pull me deeper.
Dorthy gasps and I freeze, scared of hurting her, but when I look down at her her eyes are shut tight and her bottom lip is pinched between her teeth and she's shaking her head at me. He hand slides down my side and her nails dig into my hip and pull and I know she doesn't want me to stop.
When there's nothing left of me to press inside her I hold her tight for a moment, just wanting to enjoy this feeling, but it's too much for both of us and we begin moving at the same time. Finding our rhythm immediately and picking up the pace.
Her nails rake across my back as she searches for a grip on my sides and I forget to be gentle with her. She doesn't feel fragile to me now, with her body slamming back against mine with each thrust I drive into her. She feels like she was fucking made for me.
I feel the sensations of her body starting to tighten around my shaft and I know she's on the edge before her strangled cry warns me she's about to come. It's all I can do to keep thrusting, whatwith her pussy clenching down on me so tight I feel like she's gonna rip me apart.
Then Dorthy's coming hard, frantically grasping at my shoulders like she's trying not to fall off a cliff and I'm the only thing she can hang on to. Not that it'd do her any good, because I can't hold back. I'm going over the same cliff she is.
My balls tighten up against my body and I pour my seed into her womb without thinking twice about the consequences.
She came up here to be my wife and start a family with me and I intend to do my best to make that happen as soon as possible, dammit.
It's only when we've both collapsed and I've got her gathered up against my chest with my arms wrapped around her so tight I'm surprised she can still breathe that I start to get any sense back in my damn head.
"I shoulda asked first," I whisper against her golden hair.
"About what?" she's got a groggy sort of dreamy sound in her voice.
"About coming inside you. That wasn't very gentlemanly."
Her laughter is crisp and clean and genuine. She struggles to turn in my arms and manages to come to face me, "Bear, I don't expect you to be a gentleman when you're fucking me."
I open one eye and look down at her, "That's good to hear, woman," I growl at her with a grin, "I'm not likely to remember my manners when I've got my cock buried inside you."
Her body shivers and she tucks herself up against me tightly, "You keep talking like that and we're not likely to leave this bed any time soon," she tells me.
"Mmm," I kiss the top of her head and run my fingers down her spine, enjoying the way she moves against me at my touch, "I should have started talked dirty to you a week ago."
"Yes, you should have."
Dorthy
"You were really ready to leave?" Mel and I are having lunch. She and the kids came over for the day so she can help me with the fabric samples and color swatches I got for the house.
I laugh and nod, "I was packed. Had all my things by the door when he got home."
"Damn, I had no idea you guys were getting off to such a rough start," Melissa takes a drink of her water and cranes her neck to check on the boys.
"They're fine, there's nothing out there they can hurt," I laugh.
The boys are endless balls of energy-- curious energy-- but the living room just doesn't have much in it yet, just Bear's old furniture from the little cabin he rented before he built the house. There's nothing those two boys can destroy in the front room that would matter.
Mel gives me a skeptical frown, "I think you're underestimating their powers," she tells me, only half joking. "So tell me what changed?"
"Oh!" I almost choke on the diet soda I've been sipping, "Well, he took me to bed for starters."
My friend looks at me with an unspoken question in the tilt of her head, "He waited a whole week?" She finally asks, "It's just that-- when you guys were over at the house the first night, it really seemed like you had chemistry. I thought for sure you guys would be all over each other as soon as he got you back here."
I shake my head, "Oh no. Barrett clammed up as soon as we got home. Gave me a tour of the house as formal as a museum guide and then showed me to the guest room."
"The what?" Melissa laughs, and picks Tundra up from her play pen, "He put you in the guest room? Why?"
With a shrug I start picking up our lunch dishes, "You know Barrett," I tell her, "He's so shy. He was just trying to be a gentleman, not come off like he thought I was some mail order bride he ordered online."
"You know we weren't supposed to let you two drink anything that night," Mel mentioned off hand, "It's one of Raven's rules for first meetings. We didn't even think about it till you guys were gone."
"Not that a couple of beers made a difference," I tell her, "maybe we should have had Luke bring us home and gotten shit faced over at your place."
We laugh.
Yeah, that might have helped matters a lot, I think to myself, but in the end it worked out. Bear and I are on the same page now; working on getting his house finished with all the final touches that make it a home. Our home.
Maybe working off the sexual tension earlier would have opened up our communication from the beginning or maybe it would have taken longer before we discovered we weren't really communicating.
"So you like this one?" Melissa holds up a fabric sample in a dark green.
"I don't know, I like the color, but I'm worried the cloth is going to stain easily."
After all, if all goes according to plan, Melissa and Rogue's kids won't be the only forces of nature running wild in this house.
It's been 2 weeks since Bear and I finally got things figured out and back on track. We've talked a lot about our plans for the future since then and we agree that children are a top priority.
I guess we'll throw in a wedding somewhere along the way too but it seems a lot easier to make babies than it will be to organize a date that works with the weather here in Alaska and allows both families to gather in one place.
At least I know a few good bush pilots that can help out!
Melissa mumbles as she separates the swatches by fabric instead of color the way we had them, "Trust me, nothing is stain proof," she tells me, "but these are going to be as close as you can get."
I look over the small pile of squares she's set aside.
We already picked out windo
w treatments and decided on rugs instead of carpeting for the front room.
Barrett's house is a beautiful modern log cabin-- albeit an expansive one-- with knotty pine boards lining the walls and some really nice wood flooring. I decided to go with carpet through most of the house just for the insulation, but out in the great room that overlooks the mountains in the distance, I definitely want to leave the floors visible.
Right now we're trying to figure out what upholstery to go with for the furniture.
"So everything's good now?" Melissa asks, a hint of concern in her voice, "You two are on the same page and planning on going through with the wedding?"
I nod, "Yeah, it's just a matter of figuring out when and where I guess."
"So it's official?" Mel nods toward my left hand with a raised eyebrow.
My eyes follow hers down to my bare ring finger and I shrug, "Oh. Well, I guess it's not that official yet. We've been so busy getting the house done and stuff," I clear my throat meaningfully, "I mean, we've discussed what time of year would be best for the wedding, and we'll probably fly everyone from here down to the lower 48 because it's easier and cheaper than them coming up here but..."
I trail off and Melissa jumps up and runs to the living room, chasing a crash and a couple of boys yelling at each other.
Truth of the matter is that Barrett hasn't officially proposed to me yet. I'm not sure why that matters to me. Intellectually I know we're planning on getting married and maybe it's silly of me to expect a traditional proposal but I guess there's still some trace of a starry eyed little girl left in me that had her hopes up.
Melissa appears at the edge of the kitchen with a broken lamp in one hand and a terrified looking Pilot in the other.
"I'm sorry," the boy mumbles, "Jackson made me do it."
From the look on Mel's face I can tell she won't be at all pleased if I burst out laughing, so I do my best to look every bit as grave as the 3 year old she's holding by the scruff of the neck, "How did your brother 'make' you break the lamp, Pilot?" I am dying to hear this.
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