Page 43 of Grizzly Sleuth
When they stood only in undergarments, they came together again. The fur on his chest tickled her flesh, but she didn’t mind. It added to the sensations that rendered her breathless.
He cupped her ass and held her close, his briefs doing little to hide the evidence of his erection. An impressive hard-on that she couldn’t wait to feel inside her.
He sucked her lower lip, tugging at it, and she uttered a soft sound of pleasure. She did the same to him, only she used her teeth to nip, and he drew in a sharp breath.
Those big paws of his skimmed her body, stroking down her back to the indent of her waist. Smoothed over the narrow flare of her hips before, once more, cupping her buttocks and lifting her so his erection might press against the apex of her thighs, thrilling pressure that had her gasping.
He hooked his thumbs in her panties and dragged them down, kneeling as he did so. Since she still stood, she braced her hands on his shoulders, a good thing since her knees buckled when he nuzzled her pubes.
“Put a leg over my shoulder,” he ordered.
She could have suggested they move to the bed, but she rather enjoyed having him on his knees. Her left leg draped over him, anchoring but also exposing her. He blew hotly on her sex, and she would have fallen if not for the hands holding her. He licked her, his tongue parting her nether lips. He groaned as he tasted her, the vibrating rumble of his compliment, “Sweetest honey ever,” just adding to her titillation. He suckled and teased, his tongue alternating between flicking against her clit and slipping into her sex. He stroked her with pause, building her need, making it coil tight.
His tongue and lips teased her clit, while a finger slid inside, giving her something to clench, but she wanted more.
“Now,” she ordered. One word, but he understood.
He managed to get her leg off his shoulder while keeping her upright. He stood and captured her lips in a kiss that had her clinging to him. His erection throbbed against her lower belly, still confined in his briefs.
She let her hands drop to grab the waistband and tug, pulling them down over his taut buttocks, releasing his cock. She grabbed it with two hands and hissed, “Jeezus, you’re big.”
“If it’s too much?—”
She caught his lips and murmured, “It’s just right.” And to prove it, she climbed him, wrapping a leg around his hip, hoping he’d get the hint.
He palmed her ass and lifted her so she could wrap the other leg. His cock pointed upwards, pinned between them. Once more, she clasped it, this time to guide the head of it toward the mouth of her sex. She rubbed it first, coating it in her honey, making it slick. Then she began taking it into her pussy. Slowly. Letting him stretch her. Fill her. It was the most delicious sensation.
She trembled as he went deep. She shuddered as she clenched him. So close to the brink.
She cupped his cheeks and drew him to her for a kiss, murmuring, “Fuck me.”
He groaned and began to move his hips, driving into her, short nudges that felt so good as they butted against her sweet spot.
Torture and bliss that had her on the edge and growling, “Harder.”
Immediately, his hips pulled back and thrust, pushing his thick cock deep, deep and hard enough she gasped each time he slammed in.
She held on as he pistoned, gasping for breath, tightening with each stroke, caught at that pleasurable edge before she crashed over it.
She cried out as she came, her head thrown back, her fingers digging. She tightened and undulated, clamping down on his cock, drawing his own climax, and the pulse of his release rolled her into a second, even more intense, breathtaking orgasm.
When she finally could think again—barely—she found herself cradled in his arms, her head tucked under his chin. He held her tight.
“Mmm. Canadians really do know how to please a woman,” she murmured.
“And Russians have the sweetest honey”—his reply.
A comment that had her tingling and naughtily saying, “How’s your stamina?”
Pretty damned good, as it turned out.
As they lay collapsed on the bed, basking in the afterglow, she sighed.
“What’s wrong?”
“For the first time in my life, I actually wouldn’t have minded snuggling someone to sleep.”
“But you’re worried about Yuri’s reaction.”
