Love Me If You Bear: Werebear/BBW Paranormal Romance (5 page)

My hands slid down his arms to find his slim waist. I pulled up the hem of his shirt to touch his smooth back. We had gone this far before, but tonight I was ready for a little bit more. I wanted him to be satisfied; I didn't want him to be missing anything that another girl could give him. “Can I take your shirt off?” I whispered into his ear.

Without answering, he shifted me slightly to the side and pulled his sweater quickly over his head. In the fading light, his body was as perfect as I had always imagined it to be. The forest of hair on his chest nearly concealed two dark nipples; his stomach was a perfectly outlined six-pack.

“Your body is incredible,” I said softly.

He shook his head. “Not as incredible as yours.”

I didn't know if he would keep thinking that once he actually saw my body. But he had felt it enough times. It was only fair that he get to see it, especially now that I had seen his. My nervousness was palpable as I reached for the bottom of my own top and began to lift. Catching my hands in his, he stopped me. “What are you doing? Are you sure?”

I shrugged. Why didn't he want me to take off my top? Did he not really like my body? Maybe he was just lying to me about liking it, and he really only liked me for my personality.

Then I almost had to laugh at myself. A minute ago I had nearly convinced myself that he only liked me for sex. Which one was it?

Even though I knew I was being silly, I still hesitated. “You don't want me to take it off?”

“I just don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with,” he said, concern in his brown eyes again.

“I'm comfortable,” I said, glancing around one more time to make sure there was no one else in the parking lot. The coast seemed to be clear. “I want you to see me. Just... be nice...”

I couldn't look at his face as I pulled the top over my head, ducking low to get it past my blonde ponytail. I didn't want to see his reaction as he took in my chubby body for the first time. With my clothes on, he had been fooled into thinking I was attractive, but I just knew he was going to find me ugly, even repulsive, without them.

It was his gasp that made me look at him again. He was staring at me with a look of absolute desire, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. So he thought I looked okay so far, I guessed. Sitting on his lap up close to him with my bra still on, he probably couldn't tell much about what my body really looked like.

But the next thing I knew was him caressing me all over, even every ripple of fat and love handle. It was like when I petted him as a bear, but in reverse. He stroked me gently until I began to arch my back against his touch, rubbing myself against his hand as if asking for more.

I still had one thing on my top half. He looked up at me, his face between my boobs. “Can I take this off?” he asked, his hands already finding the hook at the back of my bra.

My back was tense as I answered, “Yes.”

I closed my eyes, unwilling to face the disappointment he would certainly feel as he saw how big and saggy my boobs were.

“Eden?” His voice was so quiet and serious I didn't know what to think.

“Yes?”

“You have an unbelievable body. You know that, right?”

I shook my head, not knowing what to say. Part of me still thought he was making fun of me. That a bunch of his friends were going to jump out from some bushes and laugh in my face for thinking that a guy like him could be interested in me, the way that the popular guy's friends would in some stupid teen movie.

“You're so ridiculously fucking hot, and you don't even know it. I can't believe this,” he said. He took my boobs in his hands and caressed them. Then, seeming to give up on subtlety, he stuck his head between them and shook it back and forth like a bear shaking itself after getting wet. My boobs jiggled madly, and he grabbed them to squeeze them even closer to his head. “I can't believe it!”

“What?”

“You, sweetie, you!”

My clit twinged almost painfully as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck. With his other hand, he squeezed my other nipple. Never in my life had I felt such a sensation, sending a tingling feeling through my entire body! He had only cupped my boobs over my bra before, and of course no one else had ever sucked them. Even on my own, I had never thought to play with my nipples.

Wanting to give him some of the same pleasure back, I took one of his own nipples between two fingers and squeezed it softly. He gave a low groan, and I shifted on his lap so that I could take the other one into my other hand.

“You drive me wild,” he groaned. His hand found the zipper of my jeans and undid it quickly. I parted my legs, eager to feel the touch of his fingers on my clit. Every time he fingered me, it seemed to get better and better.

This time, though, he didn't touch me there right away. “Take those off,” he murmured.

“My jeans?”

“Everything.”

I wasn't sure about getting completely naked in the back of his car in the middle of the parking lot, but my pounding clit wasn't going to let me say no. Slipping off my shoes first, I wriggled out of my jeans and my soaking wet panties.

“Lie down on the seat,” he said, himself moving back toward the car door.

I didn't understand; what did he want? I did as he told me to without asking questions, though, lying back and spreading my legs as best as I could in the narrow space. I almost wished he would just slide his big cock into my empty, wet hole. It would feel so good.

I could already imagine every gasp and moan that I would give as he took me for real for the first time. He would be so happy, so satisfied if I agreed to do that with him. But I knew that I would regret it later if I let him.

He knelt on the seat as best as he could, then dropped his body flat. What was he doing? His head was right between my legs. It was almost as if he was going to -

Oh.

Yes, dear Diary, you guessed it! Maybe I'm too innocent to have known it was coming, but you probably already knew. His tongue touched me where his fingers had before, licking up my wetness to my clit and then back down again. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked up at me. “How's that?”

“It's amazing.”

That answer seemed to be what he had been hoping for, because he went back to work, doing what he had been doing with even more vigor. I wriggled against the seat, rubbing myself against his tongue. I wanted more, more.

Without stopping what he was doing, he eased one finger inside me again. He hadn't done that since the first time we had been in the back seat together; he knew that it hurt me, and didn't want to cause me any pain. This time, though, it didn't hurt as much as the first time. There was still a little bit of pain, but his tongue on my clit helped me to ignore it and focus on what felt good instead.

Asher was lapping at me the way that, as a bear, he would lap at my hand. I groaned as his tongue circled around and around my clit and his finger probed my insides. A moan came out of me, louder than I intended it to be.

He looked up at me, his brown eyes perfectly innocent. “Does it not feel good?”

“It feels too good.”

I tried to relax as he went back to licking my clit, two fingers knuckle-deep inside of me. It made me nervous, but as he kept going, it started to feel better and better. His fingers were filling me up in a way I had never been filled before, and his tongue on my clit felt even better than his fingers on it did.

He moved his hand back and forth, going faster until he was poking his fingers into me quickly. At the same time, he licked me harder and faster. My body responded to the intensified stimulation, and before I knew it, my fists were squeezing open and shut and my legs shook uncontrollably.

“I'm coming!” I gasped. I was getting used to having orgasms now - he had brought me to a few, and I had even given them to myself on my own on nights when I hadn't been able to see him - but this one was on a whole different level.

With his fingers in my pussy and his tongue on me, it was much more intense than it was with only his fingers stroking my clit.

My body jerked wildly, but Asher didn't stop what he was doing. He slowed down, withdrawing his fingers, before finally bringing his head up from between my legs.

He climbed onto the seat, his jeans scratching across my naked body as he bent to give me a long kiss. For the first time, I felt his bare chest against my own. I clung to him with all the affection I held for him, kissing him until he pulled away.

In my moment of bliss, I had almost forgotten that he hadn't yet gotten off, himself. The poor guy! And I had been so worried about satisfying him earlier.

We shuffled around the back seat so that he was seated beside me. Without hesitation, I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. The gorgeous dick I found in his pants was no longer a stranger to me, but every time I saw it it still drove me wild.

Taking it in my hand, I began to stroke it slowly. He groaned softly, his eyes closing. I rubbed him, watching his facial expression closely. There was something wrong, I could tell - but what?

“Sweetie?” he asked.

“Yes?” I said hesitantly. He was going to tell me what was wrong, I knew, but I didn't know if I would want to know.

“Do you think you would want to... to do the same thing to me that I did to you?”

My eyes widened. “Oh!” I hadn't even thought about that. It wasn't fair, I supposed, that he had done that to me and I wasn't doing it to him. Now I felt guilty. He shouldn't have had to ask.

But could I really do that? Somehow it seemed scarier than just touching it, or than allowing him to lick my private parts.

I thought about it. It was only the same as he had just done to me, and I had had no problem with that. Besides, if I could give him a faint shadow of the pleasure he had given me, I had to do it.

“Okay,” I said.

I lay down across the seat, propping myself up on my elbows the same way that he had earlier. Taking his dick in my hand again, I stroked it slowly. Not knowing how to start, I gave it a little kiss. That wasn't so bad, I thought. And Asher groaned immediately, showing his appreciation for what I was doing.

Feeling braver now, I took the head into my mouth. It wasn't that bad - just warm and hard, no taste but the taste of clean skin. And Asher's reaction just made me want to keep doing it.

The little bit of light coming from outside was even dimmer now. All I could see in the dark was the thicket of pubic hair between his legs. He had so much hair, and it grew longer and shorter as I continued what I was doing to him. I could tell that he was losing control and getting it back. If I had been able to see his face, I was sure that I would have seen the bear's features coming and going.

My necklace bounced with the movement of my head as I sucked his dick deeper into my mouth, taking as much of it as I could. I couldn't take much, but I did the best that I could. And he seemed to be liking it. He groaned again and caressed the back of my head. “Oh, yes, Eden. You're so good at that,” he said, his raspy voice almost a growl as his sentence finished.

“Are you okay?” I asked, stopping for a second to talk. I stroked his slick cock as I waited for his response.

He knew immediately what I meant. “I'm not going to turn. Don't stop.”

“Are you going to come?”

“Yeah, soon.”

I took his dick back into my mouth and worked it harder than before, sucking it with all the energy I could. I wanted to please him as much as he had pleased me, and from the way he groaned and his body vibrated under me, it seemed like I was doing a good job of it.

Voices outside the car nearly made me pause. “Don't stop, sweetie,” Asher begged. “I'm almost there.”