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his hardness. Her hand pumped the bass for several more moments before she lifted her head, kneeling back beside him, smiling and licking her lips as if she’d just finished her favorite treat.
With a low roar of his bear, he pulled her on top of him. He swept warm lips across hers, tasting himself on her lips. Wanting more, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, exploring, discovering. He ran his tongue over her teeth, stroked the insides of her cheeks, and tasted what only a lover ever would. As their tongues tangled, he could feel himself falling, falling down that path he’d vowed he would never take.
Ours. Mate. Ours. The roar grew inside his head, filled his heart and set his body on fire.
Mine. She was his.
Dirk’s fingers dug into Mercy’s hips as he pushed her down his body. They both groaned as her pussy rubbed across his cock, calling it to full attention. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled, hoping he’d take the hint and roll over, putting him on top. Instead, with a move that belied her weight and did not do justice to his strength, he sat up, the headboard against his back, her center pressed against his groin.
He pulled her forward and their bodies ground against each other again, making her hands grab his shoulders in support this time. “Ride me, baby.”
Mercy ducked her head, hoping the fall of her hair would hide the color flooding her face. She bit her lip. Instinctively, she wanted to move her hips, find the tip of his cock and slide down it. But, inhibitions being what they were—pesky little buggers that came back even after you’d chased them away—she found herself shying away from having sex in this position. It was just too… too everything.
“Mercy?” A large hand came into her line of vision and then her hair was swept away revealing her face. “Talk to me.”
She sighed. “This isn’t, exactly, my favorite position. Can’t we do it like we did before?” She finally raised her gaze, meeting the darkness of his. Somehow she’d expected anger, or at least, frustration, as she refused to go along with what he wanted. Instead she found a warmth that had her melting against him yet again.
“Why isn’t it?” His hands fell back to her hips, holding her lightly. She knew if she wanted to, she could move away from him. That wasn’t want she wanted. She wanted to make love to him again. Wanted to feel his cock inside her, stretching her. She wanted him to fuck her. Just not like this.
“Please, Dirk, can’t we—”
“No, we can’t. Not until you tell me why.” And there was that bossy bear she’d been expecting.
“Okay.” She let go of the muscled hardness of his shoulders and crossed her arms over her breasts. “This position reveals to much of me. Too much of my stomach, the rolls of flesh other women don’t have. Happy now?” She made to get off him, but his hands tightened.
“Let me go, Dirk.” Fun time was over. Her frustration, her anger at herself, was mounting inside her.
“No.” he moved, sitting up straighter against the headboard. She felt his legs move until they were a thick wall behind her, supporting her back. The move forced them closer, their faces almost touching. She hadn’t uncrossed her arms and they pressed against his chest, the only thing preventing that delicious one on one contact between her nipples and the soft mat of hair spread across his pecs.
With gentle hands he unfolded her arms, pressing them once again on his shoulders. Next, he leaned forward and licked her nipples. His hands still held her close, still prevented her from moving away. As his mouth closed around one of her breasts, she let her head fall back on her neck, offering herself to him. “Oh, Dirk,” she whispered.
A large hand moved to spread across her back, pushing her forward, his mouth still working her breasts, first one then the other. Before she knew it, he was urging her to her knees, her body poised above his. “Take me, Mercy. Take me deep
With a low roar of his bear, he pulled her on top of him. He swept warm lips across hers, tasting himself on her lips. Wanting more, he thrust his tongue inside her mouth, exploring, discovering. He ran his tongue over her teeth, stroked the insides of her cheeks, and tasted what only a lover ever would. As their tongues tangled, he could feel himself falling, falling down that path he’d vowed he would never take.
Ours. Mate. Ours. The roar grew inside his head, filled his heart and set his body on fire.
Mine. She was his.
Dirk’s fingers dug into Mercy’s hips as he pushed her down his body. They both groaned as her pussy rubbed across his cock, calling it to full attention. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled, hoping he’d take the hint and roll over, putting him on top. Instead, with a move that belied her weight and did not do justice to his strength, he sat up, the headboard against his back, her center pressed against his groin.
He pulled her forward and their bodies ground against each other again, making her hands grab his shoulders in support this time. “Ride me, baby.”
Mercy ducked her head, hoping the fall of her hair would hide the color flooding her face. She bit her lip. Instinctively, she wanted to move her hips, find the tip of his cock and slide down it. But, inhibitions being what they were—pesky little buggers that came back even after you’d chased them away—she found herself shying away from having sex in this position. It was just too… too everything.
“Mercy?” A large hand came into her line of vision and then her hair was swept away revealing her face. “Talk to me.”
She sighed. “This isn’t, exactly, my favorite position. Can’t we do it like we did before?” She finally raised her gaze, meeting the darkness of his. Somehow she’d expected anger, or at least, frustration, as she refused to go along with what he wanted. Instead she found a warmth that had her melting against him yet again.
“Why isn’t it?” His hands fell back to her hips, holding her lightly. She knew if she wanted to, she could move away from him. That wasn’t want she wanted. She wanted to make love to him again. Wanted to feel his cock inside her, stretching her. She wanted him to fuck her. Just not like this.
“Please, Dirk, can’t we—”
“No, we can’t. Not until you tell me why.” And there was that bossy bear she’d been expecting.
“Okay.” She let go of the muscled hardness of his shoulders and crossed her arms over her breasts. “This position reveals to much of me. Too much of my stomach, the rolls of flesh other women don’t have. Happy now?” She made to get off him, but his hands tightened.
“Let me go, Dirk.” Fun time was over. Her frustration, her anger at herself, was mounting inside her.
“No.” he moved, sitting up straighter against the headboard. She felt his legs move until they were a thick wall behind her, supporting her back. The move forced them closer, their faces almost touching. She hadn’t uncrossed her arms and they pressed against his chest, the only thing preventing that delicious one on one contact between her nipples and the soft mat of hair spread across his pecs.
With gentle hands he unfolded her arms, pressing them once again on his shoulders. Next, he leaned forward and licked her nipples. His hands still held her close, still prevented her from moving away. As his mouth closed around one of her breasts, she let her head fall back on her neck, offering herself to him. “Oh, Dirk,” she whispered.
A large hand moved to spread across her back, pushing her forward, his mouth still working her breasts, first one then the other. Before she knew it, he was urging her to her knees, her body poised above his. “Take me, Mercy. Take me deep
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