Some Bear to Love: BBW Bear Shifter (BWWM) Romance Standalone by Terry Bolryder
Authors: Terry Bolryder
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even as his hands held her in place and his lips stifled her kisses.
In the darkness, everything felt more intense. She couldn’t see, so his scent, like clean ocean wind, the feel of him, like steel covered in velvet, and the sensations in her body, like fireworks, were all intensified by a hundredfold.
Each touch was exquisite. His finger moved in gentle circles as his tongue teased. She met his thrusts with hers, swiping her tongue around his in a hot meshing that brought them closer and closer together. Dangerously close, as his circling finger got more and more precise, building the pressure rising inside her. Her breath came faster. She struggled against his arms and the impending release, gasping against his mouth, fighting the urge to scream out in anticipation.
He pressed down gently, in a slow circle, and that was enough. She arched and let out a scream that was only half stifled by the harsh kiss he gave her right after. He released her hands so she could clasp them around him, and she dug her fingernails into his back as wave after wave of sweet release hit her.
Nothing had ever felt this way. Nothing made sense anymore. She moved against him, wanting more, and he gave it to her.
“I want to taste you,” he said, reaching for something on the floor. “Can I?”
“Sure,” she said breathlessly. “Taste all you want.”
He tied her hands in one of the towels, a gentle but strong knot, and placed the end under the heavy captain’s chair. She struggled against it but once again found herself naked and at his mercy, her hands above her head.
The captain definitely liked being in control. Lucky for him, she liked him being in control as well. He seemed to sense that, and she could almost see the flash of a smile when he knelt between her legs and spread them in front of him. How she wanted to see him smile in the light. What would that even look like, a full smile from this stern, devastating man?
But right now, he had other things in mind, and his hands kept a firm grasp on her soft thighs as he lowered his head to swipe right over her with his tongue. She arched back, eyes nearly watering in pleasure at how good it felt when he kissed right over her center. He sucked gently, running his tongue back and forth over her most sensitive part, and she fought the restraints, his hands, the towel fruitlessly. She was unable to escape his mouth, his touch, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.
But not for a moment did she feel trapped. Instead, she felt safe, anchored so she couldn’t float away. It felt like no one had ever cared for her in that way, and it hurt her feelings.
But right now, she would just savor the feeling of being totally safe and totally pleasured as his tongue played and explored. He wasn’t simply tasting her; he was learning her, and she could tell by the way his movements changed as her breathing and heartbeat sped and her legs clenched and fought the oncoming pleasure that he was a very effective student indeed.
It was coming, it was coming, it was coming as she looked at the faint stars above her and held her breath as all her muscles tightened in anticipation. Then he murmured something against her and the brush of his lips set it all off.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming and arched back with closed eyes as the orgasm hit. Once again, he freed her, quickly untying the towel and coming forward to wrap himself over her. He caught her lips in a kiss as her hands wrapped around his back to claw long trails into him to communicate how she was feeling. She tasted herself on him, but it felt so right.
Nothing in the world could feel as right as this. How could it only last one night?
He held her as the orgasm abated, not making any move for more nor looking like he planned on it. Instead, he took a clean blanket, wrapped her in it, and held her in his lap as he rested against the side of the dinghy, which rocked gently in the waves.
His breath was hoarse and husky. She
In the darkness, everything felt more intense. She couldn’t see, so his scent, like clean ocean wind, the feel of him, like steel covered in velvet, and the sensations in her body, like fireworks, were all intensified by a hundredfold.
Each touch was exquisite. His finger moved in gentle circles as his tongue teased. She met his thrusts with hers, swiping her tongue around his in a hot meshing that brought them closer and closer together. Dangerously close, as his circling finger got more and more precise, building the pressure rising inside her. Her breath came faster. She struggled against his arms and the impending release, gasping against his mouth, fighting the urge to scream out in anticipation.
He pressed down gently, in a slow circle, and that was enough. She arched and let out a scream that was only half stifled by the harsh kiss he gave her right after. He released her hands so she could clasp them around him, and she dug her fingernails into his back as wave after wave of sweet release hit her.
Nothing had ever felt this way. Nothing made sense anymore. She moved against him, wanting more, and he gave it to her.
“I want to taste you,” he said, reaching for something on the floor. “Can I?”
“Sure,” she said breathlessly. “Taste all you want.”
He tied her hands in one of the towels, a gentle but strong knot, and placed the end under the heavy captain’s chair. She struggled against it but once again found herself naked and at his mercy, her hands above her head.
The captain definitely liked being in control. Lucky for him, she liked him being in control as well. He seemed to sense that, and she could almost see the flash of a smile when he knelt between her legs and spread them in front of him. How she wanted to see him smile in the light. What would that even look like, a full smile from this stern, devastating man?
But right now, he had other things in mind, and his hands kept a firm grasp on her soft thighs as he lowered his head to swipe right over her with his tongue. She arched back, eyes nearly watering in pleasure at how good it felt when he kissed right over her center. He sucked gently, running his tongue back and forth over her most sensitive part, and she fought the restraints, his hands, the towel fruitlessly. She was unable to escape his mouth, his touch, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her.
But not for a moment did she feel trapped. Instead, she felt safe, anchored so she couldn’t float away. It felt like no one had ever cared for her in that way, and it hurt her feelings.
But right now, she would just savor the feeling of being totally safe and totally pleasured as his tongue played and explored. He wasn’t simply tasting her; he was learning her, and she could tell by the way his movements changed as her breathing and heartbeat sped and her legs clenched and fought the oncoming pleasure that he was a very effective student indeed.
It was coming, it was coming, it was coming as she looked at the faint stars above her and held her breath as all her muscles tightened in anticipation. Then he murmured something against her and the brush of his lips set it all off.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming and arched back with closed eyes as the orgasm hit. Once again, he freed her, quickly untying the towel and coming forward to wrap himself over her. He caught her lips in a kiss as her hands wrapped around his back to claw long trails into him to communicate how she was feeling. She tasted herself on him, but it felt so right.
Nothing in the world could feel as right as this. How could it only last one night?
He held her as the orgasm abated, not making any move for more nor looking like he planned on it. Instead, he took a clean blanket, wrapped her in it, and held her in his lap as he rested against the side of the dinghy, which rocked gently in the waves.
His breath was hoarse and husky. She
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