Too Much To Bear: BBW Shifter Romance (Shifters of Spellholm Forest - The Bears) (9 page)

Trying to gain some focus, she slid her hands over his smooth skin, feeling the hardness of his chest, the light covering of hair. Then she slid them lower. Her fingers touched his hardness for the first time.

He gasped, pausing for a moment to suck in air through his teeth. His eyes closed, and she knew he was struggling as much as she was to keep his senses. Up and over the head of his shaft her fingers glided, his cock becoming firmer in her hand until a small amount of fluid appeared. This was all so new to her, exciting, and yet nerve racking all rolled into one. Tonight he would take her, and she would be his, never again would she be alone. Never again would she be free.

Her shirt, completely unbuttoned, fell away from her body, exposing her bra. To take it off she would have to stop stroking his cock, he didn't want that, so he slid the strap of her bra down, and then the cup, her large breast exposed. For a moment, he gazed in mute adoration, and then his mouth claimed her, sucking her nipple into his mouth, and rolling his tongue over it. She whimpered, her hand involuntarily tightening around his cock. He sucked harder, their pleasure symbiotic.

Closing her hand around his cock, she worked harder to please him, and to make him pass the point of no return. She wanted him to come, to know she could make him feel the ultimate release. A growl in the back of his throat sent shivers down her spine. He was close, even her inexperience could not misread that.

His body tensed, and he bucked his hips, his thick seed jerking from his cock. It landed on her shirt, and she tried not to move away, her naivety returning. She would have to wash that out so her mom didn't see. A strange thought, Beck was her mate; her parents would be pleased she had found him so young.

But not so pleased she was going to be different from every other member of her family. Not the time for worrying, she thought, and then her mind was yanked back to the here and now by Beck lifting her body up. At last, he slipped the shirt off her, and then her bra went too.

"I want to see you properly," he said. His fingers hooked around the elastic of her panties, and he slid them down her thighs.

She tried to close her legs together, embarrassed to be naked in front of him. However, he pushed his knee between them, not allowing her to shut him out. Slowly his hand slid along her thigh, and he stroked ever upwards and along her slit.

So wet she imagined her juices must have been dripping out of her, the sound of his finger inside her confirming this. She blushed, and he smiled, watching her reaction. Then the smile disappeared, to be replaced by hungry eyes, waiting to devour her.

He dropped to his knees before her, and his hands pressed her thighs wider apart. She strained her neck, desperate to watch his head as it dipped lower. Her hands fisted his hair, as his tongue slid inside her. Raising her knees, she arched her back, pushing herself forward onto his mouth. Deeper and deeper his tongue plunged into her, before he drew it up and over her clit. She couldn't form the words in her head she wanted to say, instead she simply gasped, her orgasm edging closer.

Beck licked and sucked her clit, sending tremors through her body, he slid a finger inside her, and then another, spreading her inner walls. Jenny held her breath, waiting for the pain to hit her, only this time it didn't.

He had broken the barrier of her innocence earlier, now all he wanted to do was make her come. She was so close, and when he changed the angle of his fingers, pressing against the inside of her heated sex, he hit the spot that sent her crashing over the edge.

Jenny tried to pull him away, the experience too much, but he slid his arms around her thighs, and made her come hard and long. His tongue licking and lapping at her clit and sex, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub, making her cry out. Her back arched forward, and she felt her sex contract, pulsing and dripping as her orgasm subsided. She was so wet now, and so exhausted, but still ready for him to take her. To push into her and break her properly. She wanted to cry out, and call his name, telling him she was his for eternity.

Beck, it seemed had the same idea. His cock hard again, he kissed her thighs, working his way up over her stomach, much to her mortification, and then further on until his body hovered over hers. Guiding his cock towards her, she felt the press of the head against her entrance. He fixed her eyes with his as he pressed forward, entering her slowly.

The feel of him breaching her walls frightened her, he stretched her far wider than his fingers had. Filling her slowly, he pushed deeper, a moment of panic took hold of her when she thought he would tear her inside. Then her body yielded to him, and a new, wonderful sensation took hold of her. His cock slid along her inner walls, the friction incredible, all the while his mouth trailed red hot kisses across her skin.

Her body woke for the first time; her hands stroked his skin, touching him, wanting to excite him in the same way he did her. She needed him to enjoy this, to give him as much pleasure, if not more than she was experiencing. Stroking his back, she felt his muscles flexing as he penetrated her more, until he was buried up to the hilt. Then he paused for a moment, his face a mask of control. She felt his cock throbbing inside her, and she wondered if he would hold on, or whether he would come inside her before he had a chance to teach her about pleasure in the way only a true mate could.

He breathed heavily, and bit his bottom lip, forcing himself to calm down. When he had mastered himself and he moved again, slowly, easing himself out, before pushing deeper into her. It was good, so much more than she expected, the way his skin slid against hers, his breath soft on her face while he struggled to keep himself together. She wrapped her arm around his neck and drew his lips to hers, kissing him softly, the taste of her faintly on his lips. Then she grazed his jaw with her kisses, her fingers slipping over his chest to rub his small nipples, feeling them tighten under her touch.

He responded to her in the same way she did to him, each touch, and each stroke, exciting and new. She longed to ask him if this was different for him, if he felt more when making love to her than he had with any other woman from his past. However, those words would have broken the spell between them. A spell that covered them, entwined their bodies and took them closer to the point where their souls would soar together, as one.

She knew he was close, his rhythm becoming quicker, and his thrusts harder. She was ready to climb with him, and then to leap off into the abyss. He lifted his body, and leveraged his weight to push hard and fast, his hand lifting her leg, changing the angle to delve deeper into her. She felt the hardness of him, skimming against her inner walls, the friction incredible. Her back arched, now so close her body awash with tense need, he cried out, and jerked into her hard. She met him, pushing down onto his cock, her fingers digging into his butt and urging him to come inside her. To fill her with his very essence.

Then she tipped over the edge, and clung to him. His mouth covered hers, and they rose together to new heights. He thrust hard into her, and she gasped against him, a low growl in his throat told her how intense this was for him. At this moment, nothing else mattered, their history, their future, it all meant nothing next to this feeling of completeness.

His hands stroked her hair as they came down, back to themselves. His cock pumped the last drops of his seed into her and her sex throbbed around him. Slowly the sensations subsided until he moved only a fraction, rocking back and forth.

Eventually, he lowered his body down next to hers, and pulled her close, his heat chasing the chill from the air, warming her body. She sighed contentedly. Now she understood what Paris had meant, her only hope was that Beck did too. That their joining had been more than anything else he had ever known, at least where lovers were concerned. But was that expecting too much for her first time?

Beck held her close, his breathing slowing as he held her, feeling the soothing presence of her body next to his. He could stay like this forever, wrapped up in her scent and her warmth. So quickly, she had become familiar to him, when he was in her company he felt as if he were coming home.

Their lovemaking had been intense, and he worried he may have come too soon, unable to maintain the control women usually loved him for. Yes, there had been plenty of women before Jenny, but there would be none after her. Not now, their bond had been forged so intimately.

He kissed her forehead. "Are you OK? I didn't hurt you did I?"

She snuggled closer to him, a feeling he found he enjoyed very much. The feel of her skin against his, and the rise and fall of her body as she breathed, still a little too fast, reminding him of their lovemaking. "No. It was more than I ever thought it could be."

"That might be because you have nothing to compare it too."

"Don't sell yourself short, and it doesn't matter, there will never be anyone else."

"I hope not." He stroked her skin, smiling at the way she reacted. "And there will be no one else for me either. Never."

"I hope that's true." She turned around in his arms. "Do you want to know what Mother Hart said to me?"

"When? Oh, after Paris came out?"

Yes, she told me to watch out for the bears, there was trouble coming, woman trouble, or something like that."

He chuckled. "Didn't I have some woman trouble earlier? I thought you were going to kick me out of your life for good."

"So did I. But I can't, more's the pity, I still think you were an asshole."

"I would probably agree with you. But I am a reformed asshole."

"Good. I hope you are right, I don't want any more drama in my life."

"I promise you Jenny, I will never let another woman come between us. In fact I promise not to let another woman into my life."

"That might be a bit difficult if we have a daughter?"

"A daughter?"

"Yes, you know the birds and the bees, don't tell me you have no idea where babies come from."

"Of course I do."

"And you were aware we had unprotected sex?" There was a faint amusement in her voice.

He hesitated. "Yes. I couldn't help myself."

Oh shit, getting a mate, and then kids all in one helping did not appeal to him. Not yet, he had nothing to offer anyone. He was going to have to work hard to give a family a good life. That meant he would have to leave the farm and go look for higher paid work. That would not go down well with Jenny, and his prospective in laws.

He should have known the good times would not last.

He walked her back to the house. Thankfully, her mom and dad were inside watching TV. It might be awkward having to explain to them where she had been all day with Beck listening. It would be much easier talking to them if she didn't have to worry about the way he made her feel when he was close by.

"Goodnight, Jenny," he said, and could not resist another kiss.

She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck and sliding her body against his.

"You had better go in, or I won’t be able to stop myself taking you again. In fact, what are the chances of you sneaking me up to your room?"

"Zero," she pulled away from him reluctantly. "Good night, Beck. I’ll see you tomorrow."

"I hope there’ll be more than seeing going on. I’m looking forward to lots more touching."

She giggled at him; glad at last, there was an easiness between them. It was going to take a long time for them to get to know each other, but it was a whole lot easier when you already knew your boyfriend was the one. She felt quite sorry for normal humans who had to guess about these things, it must be hard not knowing if the person you were dating was the one.

Their fingers touched as she went inside, her hand sliding out of his, and for one moment, she wondered if he might close his fingers around hers and hold on, never letting her go. However, her mom's voice from inside the house made him pull back.

"Hi, Jenny. Is that you?"

"Yes, mom," she answered. "Go," she said to Beck, shooing him away.

He smiled, backing away so his gaze could linger on her for the longest possible time. The look in his eyes made her stomach go all squirmy. Eventually she closed the back door, frightened she would launch herself at him for one last kiss if she didn't block him from her sight.

"There you are. You certainly took your time today. Hungry?" her mom asked.

"Yes, I think I am," Jenny replied.

"There's some lasagne in the oven, should still be warm. And I baked some fresh bread. Did I see Beck with you? There's plenty for him too."

"He's gone home now," Jenny answered, not wanting to sit with Beck in the kitchen with her mom hovering over them. She wasn't ready to tell her parents everything yet, but then she hadn't taken into account the way they knew their daughter.

"So are you going to tell me what's going on between you two?"

Jenny nearly dropped the tray of warm lasagne all over the floor. "What do you mean?"

"It's none of my business, but you're spending a good deal of time with him." She lowered her voice. "And I've seen the way he looks at you, his eyes follow you around the farm, he always seems attuned to where you are. Then today...well you were out for a very long time."

"Mom, I'm..." She didn't know what to say, her mom had guessed, she was fairly certain.

"I know it's none of my business, but we've never really had secrets. Please don't think you can't share what's going on with me. I'll understand."

"It all happened so fast, I hated him at school, you know that."

"Yes. It's why I worried a little when your dad took him on. But you seemed OK with it, and he was fairly insistent, and cheap, and you know how much your dad likes a good deal."

“You make Beck sound like a second hand tractor.”

Her mom laughed. "That would sum up the way you're dad sees everything we buy." She came over to Jenny, who had pulled the lasagne out of the oven, finding it still warm. Trying to act normal, she fetched a plate and spooned a good portion on to it. Her mom fetched her some bread, and when Jenny sat down to eat, her mom sat with her. This was not going away; her mom must have decided to get some answers. She also wondered how much her parents had been discussing her and Beck while they were out.