by Sable Sylvan
“Wah, what are you doing?” asked Goldie. She couldn’t help but admire Cliff’s strong, firm chest...but she looked away when she saw his mate mark, the golden-colored lock on his chest. Unfortunately, looking away meant looking down, and she happened to be looking down as he unbuttoned his suit pants and pulled them down, kicking them off which made his package bounce up and down underneath his black silk boxers.
“Honey, I’m not about to get my clothes soaking wet,” said Cliff. “I can’t stand being in wet clothes.”
“Well, I don’t want to watch your hard dick while I’m taking a bath,” said Goldie crossly.
“What do you mean, hard?” asked Cliff.
Goldie gulped: if that was how big Cliff was when he was soft, there was no telling how big he’d get once he was actually turned on. “Are you gonna be in here while I take a bath?”
“Let me get this straight: you intend on sleeping with me tonight, but you don’t want me to see you take a bath?” asked Cliff, pouring a pink liquid into the bath. “What happens, you melt if you touch water?”
“No, it’s just...embarrassing,” said Goldie. “I’m not sexy in the bathtub.”
“What woman isn’t sexy taking a bubbly bath?” said Cliff, stirring the bath mix and frothing the water up. The scent of the bubble bath was intoxicating: it smelled like rose petals and strawberry jam.
“Fine, I’ll take a bath,” said Goldie, her arms crossed around her chest. “But this is stupid.”
“Okay,” said Cliff, reaching a hand out to Goldie.
“It’s stupid,” insisted Goldie, taking Cliff’s hand. “I’m not a kid.”
“Whatever you say,” said Cliff as he helped Goldie into the bathtub. She sat down in the large tub and leaned back, the water level up to her chin, and she scooted up as Cliff rifled through the bathroom drawers.
“Why do you have this girly stuff anyway?” asked Goldie, her eyes closed as she felt her muscles relax, the water sucking out all the tension.
“I asked the cleaning service to stock the house for the weekend,” said Cliff. “I asked for their honeymoon package.”
“I never would have pegged you for a romantic,” said Goldie, opening her eyes to sneak a peek at Cliff.
“Keep those eyes closed,” ordered Cliff. “And dunk your head under the water.”
Goldie closed her eyes and dipped her head under for a few seconds, coming back up in under ten seconds. Cliff went to work on her hair, rubbing her head with shampoo which frothed and added more bubbles to the tub. Goldie dunked under the water again so that Cliff could wring the soap out of her hair before he put a strawberry scented conditioner on her head, starting at her roots and running the product through to her ends.
Cliff pulled out a tube and squirted a wet clay-like product onto his hands and applied it to Goldie’s face. The mask was strawberries and champagne scented. Cliff wet a pink loofah sponge with white, sparkly gel that also smelled like champagne and rubbed Goldilocks’ curvy body over with the loofah, the loofah exploring her every part.
Goldie leaned back, enjoying the feeling of Cliff’s hands on her body...until he moved closer and closer to the cleft between her legs and with a quick, deft motion, ran the sponge over her slit, back and forth quickly, really getting in there.
Goldie felt a rush of pleasure run through her body, causing sexual tension where there’d previously been sheer relaxation. “Oh my God, Cliff,” said Goldie, embarrassed, frowning, her eyes still closed.
“You want me to stop?” asked Cliff, wetting a washcloth and removing the face mask for Goldie. It left her skin looking absolutely amazing: Goldie always looked beautiful to him, but she’d looked tired when he’d first seen her in that hallway, her usual spark absent, and the spark was coming back during this bath.
“No...but if you keep going, this’ll become more than a bath,” said Goldie.
“Maybe that’s my plan,” said Cliff, reaching back into that spot and rubbing, without the sponge this time. “But my plan also involves taking things slow, babe. Dunk your head under the water again.”
Cliff squeezed the conditioner out of Goldie’s hair and when she came back up to the surface, he wrapped a towel around her head, keeping all hair above her neck, before he pressed a button on the tub.
Goldie thought this bath couldn’t get any better, but the strong water jets of the Jacuzzi bath tub proved her wrong. “Wanna know a secret?” asked Goldie, as Cliff went back to scrubbing her body with more body wash, even though he’d already gone over it twice.
“Always,” said Cliff.
“Every time I was in your bathroom...I wondered what it’d be like to use this bath,” admitted Goldie. “It always looked so comfy, and I wondered about the jets. I never expected it to feel this good though.”
“Well, if you’d told me back in high school, I’m sure I could’ve found a time for you to come over and take the tub for a test drive,” said Cliff, putting the sponge down and standing up. Goldie, with her eyes still closed, didn’t notice Cliff standing up...or Cliff taking off his boxers...but she sure felt it when he got into the water with her, sitting across from her in the wide tube. “Believe it or not, this is actually a two person tub. Trust me, when I realized that as an adult, it made me look at my parents a bit differently...”
Goldie opened her eyes: across from her was the sexy long-haired blonde, but between them, sticking out of the water was another big guy, standing straight up and at attention.
“Oh my God, and I thought Glen was the perv of the group,” said Goldie, but Cliff reached across and took Goldie’s hand, and placed it on his member.
“Touch it,” said Cliff. “You know you want to. Don’t think I didn’t see you sneaking peeks at it through my boxers.”
“It’s not like it grew that much,” said Goldie with a gulp as she fingered the shaft, her eyes no longer on Cliff’s face, but on his cock’s head, which was glistening with something that wasn’t exactly shower gel.
“That’s because I’m a shower, not a grower,” teased Cliff. While it was true his dick hadn’t grown that much since he got aroused, his cock was still much larger than the average mans, thicker and longer than a human male’s, with balls to match. “Plus, if it was any bigger, it wouldn’t fit into you.
Cliff reached forward and pulled Goldie closer to him, making a wave in the tub as they changed positions, some soapy water spilling out and onto the tile floor, and he teased her entrance with the head of his cock. “I know you want this, Goldie,” said Cliff, pulling her close and whispering into her ears. “But call me traditional, I prefer my lovemaking to take place in the bedroom.” Cliff pushed Goldie off him gently and scrubbed himself down quickly with the loofah while touching himself with the other hand, putting on a cocky show for Goldie before getting out of the tub, quickly wiping down the floor before helping Goldie out, supporting her so she wouldn’t slip, and leading her down the carpeted halls to his bedroom.
“Your room looks the same as it did in high school,” said Goldie walking over towards the bed and looking around the adolescent bachelor pad covered in science posters and airplane models.
“Of course it does,” said Cliff, taking a seat next to Goldie. “I didn’t take any of my stuff to college, except my laptop and clothes, and some books. I wanted to start over...but I guess in the end, we all find ourselves back where we started, with the people we ended things with.”
“We didn’t end things,” said Goldie. “We didn’t even start things.”
“Sometimes, the saddest endings are the endings for things that never even started,” said Cliff, rubbing Goldilocks’ stomach. “By now...if we’d been together, we could’ve had something.”
“Like what?” asked Goldilocks.
“Like a baby,” said Cliff. “Like a family.” Just the thought of having a family with Goldie made his eyes flash a blue so bright it was almost white.
“You, a family man?” asked Goldilocks.
“Maybe bein
g with you started out as a teenage fantasy,” said Cliff. “But now, it’s a very, very adult one.”
“I think your understanding of an adult fantasy is very, very different than most people’s,” said Goldie with a laugh.
“Oh, trust me, Goldie, I have...fantasies,” said Cliff. “But I’m not sure you want to see what’s in them.”
“Try me,” said Goldie, and that was all the challenge Cliff need. In one swift motion, he had Goldie on her back and his knee between her legs, his hands on her hips.
“I think I will,” said Cliff with a growl as he pulled Goldie up by the hips and rubbed her clit on his thigh, running the firm muscles of his legs into her soft wetness against the spot he knew her pleasure nub was hiding in her silky folds.
“Is that all you’ve got?” asked Goldie as she rode Cliff’s thighs. She had never expected to have so much chemistry with the most bookish member of her friend group, but he’d turned from a boy into a man, and from a man into a bear, and with that had come a total one-eighty in personality: while before, he’d been the most shy of the group, but still the most witty, now, he was cattier than before, more confident, cocky...and all that made him sexier to Goldilocks.
“Trust me, Goldilocks, you don’t wanna piss off this bear,” said Cliff, pushing at Goldilocks. “Besides, I know your story inside and out: the third bear is the one you like the best, the one who has the best porridge, and the best bed.”
“Your bed’s feeling a bit...cold,” said Goldie, leaning her head back against one of the cool pillows she’d snagged from further up the bed.
“Then let’s see if we can raise the temperature and make it just right for you, princess,” teased Cliff, pinching Goldie’s cheeks as he thrust into her, his fingers sliding into home. He held out his fingers to Goldie’s face. “Suck. Now.”
Goldie didn’t have to be told twice by the man who was the most dominant of the lovers she’d had that night, if not in her entire life. He had a way of commanding her body that she wasn’t used to, and so she wet his fingers for him as soon as he asked, riding his thighs all the while.
Cliff pulled the fingers out of Goldie’s mouth, wiping them around the inside of her cheeks to gather more of her moistness before pulling a pillow out, putting it under Goldie’s hips for comfort, and looking at Goldie’s perfect, clean pussy on display. The bear inside of him wanted to ravage her, but he managed to hold the bear back. Still, he knew that eventually, his bear would need to have it’s way. He ran his slick fingers around the rim of Goldie’s honey pot, stirring her honey with his two fingers before teasing her entrance with the head of his cock, letting it into her pussy for a mere second before pulling it away and out of her pussy’s grasp.
“You don’t get this dick until you earn it,” said Cliff. “And you don’t earn it until you come for me.” He pressed the fingers into her canal and felt her tightness resisting at first. If she couldn’t even take his fingers, there was no way that he could get a dick in there without hurting her.
“Jesus, Cliff, why do you have to be such a jerk?” asked Goldie, biting her lower lip as she felt Cliff fill her with his fingers. It felt good but it was so sudden and his fingers were so muscular that it hurt for a few seconds before she could get her body to relax.
“If I’m a jerk for wanting you to feel the utmost pleasure possible, I’m a jerk, the biggest jerk in the world,” teased Cliff. “So lay back and enjoy the ride...or rather, ride my face.” Cliff went back to the task at hand, finally lowering his head down to Goldie’s crotch’s level, licking into Goldie’s slit. He wrapped the tip of his tongue all around Goldie’s clit, rubbing back and forth and feeling her silky pussy grow wetter and hotter around the two fingers he had slipped inside of her, curled up and pressed against her G spot which he’d found with ease, given how turned on Goldie was. Each pulsation of her perfect entrance made his eyes glow brighter and the bear within was battering away at the restraints that Cliff had held it back with.
“Oh, Cliff,” moaned Goldie, gripping the sheets and then putting her hands behind her own back, anything to control herself and stop her from pulling Cliff up and onto her so that he could just fuck her senseless.
“That’s right, baby, that’s my name,” said Cliff. “But I don’t wanna hear you say it: I wanna hear you scream it. I want the neighbors to hear.”
“I’m your neighbor,” said Goldie sarcastically. It was hard to sass Cliff when he had her pussy and her pleasure at his mercy, and she actually felt submissive to him, the guy she’d associated with study dates and cramming for exams, the guy who had turned into a sex god during their five years apart.
“Exactly,” said Cliff with a smirk as he rubbed the tips of his fingers against Goldie’s G spot even harder, feeling her juices lubricate the fingers even more as he felt her insides expand to take the thickness that was yet to come. With his other hand, he rubbed against her clit. “And I want you to hear nothing but the sound of my name ringing in your head.”
Cliff turned Goldie over, so she was on her hands on knees, and he worked her body the same way, but from a different angle, which made all the difference, because it was as if Goldie was getting pounded from behind, and Cliff loved the way that he could inhale all of Goldie’s essence from that angle, with her pussy pressed against his face.
As Cliff worked her body, Goldie felt an orgasm growing faster than she’d ever felt one grow before, her body aching with the amount of pleasure it was storing up, close to overflowing. “Oh, God, Cliff, I’m...I’m so close,” moaned Goldie, and Cliff reached up taking her hand in his while he continued to do what he was doing, pressing his fingers against her G Spot and licking at her clit, sucking at it and nibbling at it when the moment called for it, before he slipped in a third and final finger and pressing it against the G spot along with the other digits.
That was enough to push Goldie over the edge, and just as Cliff felt Goldie’s walls contract, he slid down, away from Goldie’s body, and pulled himself up onto her so he was entering her from behind, pressing the head of his cock into her pussy on the second contraction, his entire length in her pussy by the third, and he thrust away at her while using the flats of his fingers to rub her clit, reaching his hands around her waist and hips to do so.
“Keep coming for me,” ordered Cliff, gripping onto Goldie’s love handles as he drove the orgasm past the tipping point. “That’s right, baby, milk this cock.”
“Oh my God, Cliff, oh my God,” moaned Goldie. “Cliff, you feel....you feel amazing.”
“That’s right,” said Cliff, turning Goldie over back onto her back, keeping a grip on her hips as he continue to thrust into her, hard and fast, trying to ignore just how good her folds felt against him, gripping and sucking away at his cock better than any mouth could, while watching Goldie orgasm, her hair a mess of wet tendrils around her face as she gripped the sheets and then, when that wasn’t enough, gripped Cliff close.
Cliff was her rock in the ocean of pleasure, the lighthouse showing her the pathway to new sensations, to new methods of pleasure, the beacon that guided her from one orgasmic harbor to another, and as she felt the second orgasm come, she let go of any and all tension she had and just let herself get taken away by the man who was simultaneously the ship, the lighthouse, and the sea, letting herself float adrift on a seas of sensations of their own making.
“Keep cumming for me,” ordered Cliff as he continued to thrust into her, keeping his own edging orgasm at bay, which was an impossible task given the way that Goldie felt and looked while she came. He had never felt a physical sensation as amazing nor seen a sight as glorious as Goldilocks reaching a climax, and the second climax was even more gorgeous than the first, although they were truly two individual experiences, the first like the feeling a person lost in the desert has upon drinking a tall glass of water, the second like a sommelier tasting a long-sought wine.
The sigil on Cliff’s chest, the golden lock which he’d tried to run from for years, glowed brig
ht enough to illuminate the moonlit room, as Cliff let lose the ball of pleasure that had been growing inside of him and let loose the sperm of war, flooding Goldie’s pussy with his cum, his white hot gel filling her and forcing her to have her third and final orgasm with Cliff, who used the rest of his erection to her benefit, pushing her past yet another tipping point and into the most relaxing orgasm of her life, all burdens and thoughts of drama leaving her mind, if even only for a few minutes, and the only word she could think, over and over, was Cliff. Cliff, Cliff, Cliff.
Cliff pulled out and lay down on the queen sized bed with Goldie. “That was...incredible,” said Goldie, putting her head on Cliff’s chest.
“It was amazing,” agreed Cliff. “And hopefully...it helped you out a little with that problem you’re having.”
“What problem?” asked Goldie, still in an orgasm haze.
“You know, which of the town’s most eligible bear shifters you want to choose,” said Cliff. “Because it looks like my mate mark already made the choice for you.”
Goldie turned and looked up at Cliff, who was running his hands through her hair. “No way. It hasn’t been five minutes and you’re bringing that up?”
“You’re right,” said Cliff. “Not now. It’s just...it’s so exciting, knowing who my mate is.”
“I’m sure it is,” said Goldie, rolling her eyes. “But I’m still human, and I still don’t know who my mate is, or if I even have a fated mate.”
“Don’t worry about that right now,” said Cliff, pulling Goldie close. “You’ve had to worry about that all night.”
“You’re right,” said Goldie, snuggling close to Cliff. The one perk of Cliff liking his house kept chilly (in Goldie’s opinion, drafty) was that she got to use him as her own personal human radiator and Cliff ran the hottest out of any of the guys.
