nipples were hard too, she saw, and she spread her hands across his powerful chest, rubbing her thumbs across his nipples as he was doing to her. He gasped and made a growling sound deep in his throat; she could feel it rumble in his chest. His eyes were dark with arousal, pupils blown wide.
"Please," she whimpered, lifting her hips. She had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted this.
Nathan worked her jeans down over her hips and then pulled down her panties. He took each of her ample buttocks in an enormous hand and lifted her hips to bury his face between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue was a gentle flick. She was so sensitive and so incredibly wet that she jerked all over and let out a small cry.
With more small flicks of his tongue, he teased her closer and closer to the edge. His tongue moved down, caressed the soft folds of her sex, then came back up, one stroke at a time, to tease around the hot, quivering nub of her clit. The ache built in her; she writhed her hips against him, but he held her still, guiding her with gentle touches until the sudden shock of orgasm arched her spine. Through the shocks, he lapped at her, driving her onward into wave after cascading wave of pleasure. She'd never come so long before, and even as she began to relax down from it, quivering with aftershocks, she knew the best was yet to come.
He rose on his knees to push down his jeans and underwear. His cock sprang free, the whole great length of it. She moaned aloud as he pushed between her legs, filling her as she'd never been filled before. He plunged deep, pulled back, plunged again. She could tell he was close; the sight and smell of her ecstasy had driven him to the edge. Already her next climax was building in her, as he grunted with each thrust and built toward his own. "Deeper," she gasped, "harder," and he gave her more and more, thrusting into her as she rose to meet him with each stroke. His whole body arched as he came, and the final thrust sent her over the edge too, white-hot pleasure coursing through her body and then slowly letting her back to earth.
They held each other through the aftershocks, twined together, damp with sweat.
"That was ..." he whispered into her hair. There was still a hint of growl in his voice. "Amazing."
"I think that's my line." April sat up and untangled her feet from her clothing, kicking it to one side on the tarp.
Pushing himself up on hands and knees, Nathan unzipped the sleeping bag and spread it out. She climbed into it and he lay down with her, then zipped them both in. Just as he'd fit perfectly in her, so they both fit perfectly in the fluffy bag. Warm, cozy, and not a care in the world.
A part of her wondered if she was going to regret this when she got back to civilization. It all seemed so sudden. She wasn't normally one to jump into something like this. She hadn't even come here looking for a relationship, or wanting one!
But right now, she was relaxed and content, and couldn't imagine anything she wanted more than to tuck her head against his shoulder and fall asleep, with his big arms around her, tucking her in and keeping her safe.
So she did.
6. Nathan
The unexpected smell of another bear roused Nathan out of a light sleep.
He'd been drifting in peaceful bliss, with his mate in his arms, safe and protected and his . It was the bear, his bear, that brought him awake, rising up inside him in response to the threat to what it had claimed as its own.
For a few minutes he lay still, while April slept serenely in his arms, her rhythmic breathing ruffling the fine downy hairs on his neck. It was difficult to properly sort out the smells outside the shelter, since April's beloved scent and the smell of recent sex was still so strong. But there was a bear out there. He could feel its presence.
The rain had stopped, and the only sound now was water dripping off the tarp and the rustling of brush in the wind. Or ... maybe that wasn't the wind. Nathan lay as
"Please," she whimpered, lifting her hips. She had never wanted anything as badly as she wanted this.
Nathan worked her jeans down over her hips and then pulled down her panties. He took each of her ample buttocks in an enormous hand and lifted her hips to bury his face between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue was a gentle flick. She was so sensitive and so incredibly wet that she jerked all over and let out a small cry.
With more small flicks of his tongue, he teased her closer and closer to the edge. His tongue moved down, caressed the soft folds of her sex, then came back up, one stroke at a time, to tease around the hot, quivering nub of her clit. The ache built in her; she writhed her hips against him, but he held her still, guiding her with gentle touches until the sudden shock of orgasm arched her spine. Through the shocks, he lapped at her, driving her onward into wave after cascading wave of pleasure. She'd never come so long before, and even as she began to relax down from it, quivering with aftershocks, she knew the best was yet to come.
He rose on his knees to push down his jeans and underwear. His cock sprang free, the whole great length of it. She moaned aloud as he pushed between her legs, filling her as she'd never been filled before. He plunged deep, pulled back, plunged again. She could tell he was close; the sight and smell of her ecstasy had driven him to the edge. Already her next climax was building in her, as he grunted with each thrust and built toward his own. "Deeper," she gasped, "harder," and he gave her more and more, thrusting into her as she rose to meet him with each stroke. His whole body arched as he came, and the final thrust sent her over the edge too, white-hot pleasure coursing through her body and then slowly letting her back to earth.
They held each other through the aftershocks, twined together, damp with sweat.
"That was ..." he whispered into her hair. There was still a hint of growl in his voice. "Amazing."
"I think that's my line." April sat up and untangled her feet from her clothing, kicking it to one side on the tarp.
Pushing himself up on hands and knees, Nathan unzipped the sleeping bag and spread it out. She climbed into it and he lay down with her, then zipped them both in. Just as he'd fit perfectly in her, so they both fit perfectly in the fluffy bag. Warm, cozy, and not a care in the world.
A part of her wondered if she was going to regret this when she got back to civilization. It all seemed so sudden. She wasn't normally one to jump into something like this. She hadn't even come here looking for a relationship, or wanting one!
But right now, she was relaxed and content, and couldn't imagine anything she wanted more than to tuck her head against his shoulder and fall asleep, with his big arms around her, tucking her in and keeping her safe.
So she did.
6. Nathan
The unexpected smell of another bear roused Nathan out of a light sleep.
He'd been drifting in peaceful bliss, with his mate in his arms, safe and protected and his . It was the bear, his bear, that brought him awake, rising up inside him in response to the threat to what it had claimed as its own.
For a few minutes he lay still, while April slept serenely in his arms, her rhythmic breathing ruffling the fine downy hairs on his neck. It was difficult to properly sort out the smells outside the shelter, since April's beloved scent and the smell of recent sex was still so strong. But there was a bear out there. He could feel its presence.
The rain had stopped, and the only sound now was water dripping off the tarp and the rustling of brush in the wind. Or ... maybe that wasn't the wind. Nathan lay as
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