So Much To Bear (A Werebear Erotic Romance) Page 11

  Jennifer licked her lips thoroughly, glancing up at Damon’s face. She took a deep breath and tentatively bent her head, bringing her mouth down on the tip of his cock, taking him in just past her lips. She sucked and licked, tasting the precum that had already started to flow, swallowing down the sharp, slightly bitter taste of him. Jennifer closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the heady scent of his body, the mixture of lemony brightness, an earthy smell, and the deeply satisfying musk that clung to his skin even more intensely at his hips than anywhere else. His natural scent had already overcome the smell of soap—and Jennifer liked it that way. She slowly took more and more of him into her mouth, sucking him past her lips, running her tongue along the underside of him as she slowly moved up and down. His thickness filled her, and Jennifer knew that if she took him too deeply, it would be difficult not to feel like she was unable to breathe—he was so large that even though she had barely half of him in her mouth, he was already tickling her palate.

  Jennifer wrapped her hand around the base of Damon’s cock, moving her fingers up and down along the length that her mouth couldn’t take. She stroked the sensitive underside of his erection with her thumb, bringing it up to meet her tongue. Damon groaned, the sound low and growling, almost animal, as his hips began to stir underneath her. Jennifer felt his fingers threading in her hair, stroking her scalp as he shifted, his cock twitching lightly between her lips. She breathed slowly and carefully, taking him as deeply as she could in her mouth, focusing completely on giving him as much pleasure as humanly possible. She wanted to truly repay him for all of the pleasure he had given her orally—both only moments before and their first night together. Damon’s precum flowed freely across her tongue, filling her mouth with his flavor. His hips began to thrust slowly and steadily, rocking underneath her arms; Jennifer realized that he was holding back, that he was controlling himself so as not to startle her or to make her struggle. She smiled to herself, moaning against his skin as she remembered him telling her over and over again on their first night together, that he would never hurt her.

  He must be exercising super-human control, Jennifer thought as his cock began to twitch and jerk erratically between her lips, even as his hips only barely stirred. She could feel the tension in his body mounting, could feel the effort he exerted to hold himself back and not thrust deep into her mouth—as he must have wanted more than anything. Jennifer sucked him harder, wrapping her lips as firmly around his cock as she could as she moved up and down along the length faster and faster, her tongue swirling around him. She moaned at the taste and the feeling of him inside of her mouth, wanting to bring him to orgasm. More than anything, she wanted the triumph of knowing she had given Damon as much pleasure as he had given her.

  Before she could achieve her wish, however, Damon lifted her off of him carefully, gently, his hands pulling her mouth off of his hard cock and pulling her up to meet his hungry kiss. Jennifer could tell that he had been on the very edge of climax, his cock beginning to twitch erratically, his precum flowing freely, coating her mouth with his flavor. Jennifer frowned even as she kissed him, temporarily disappointed. “I love your mouth,” Damon murmured against her lips, almost crushing her body against his. “But I have plenty of time to enjoy that—don’t I?” Jennifer pulled back slightly and nodded, smiling. The act of pleasuring him with her mouth had turned her on once more. “I want to feel you all around me.” Damon settled her hips above his, his hands tight on her, and Jennifer could sense the tension in his body, the way he was still holding back.

  Damon reached down between their bodies and Jennifer felt his hard, hot cock pressing against her soaking wet labia, felt him rubbing against her slowly. She rocked her hips, teasing him as well as herself, dragging her wet pussy against the length of him. They both shuddered, and Jennifer felt a flush of heat working through her, a tightness building between her hips. Her inner walls flexed with anticipation, and Jennifer took a deep breath, pushing down and twisting as she rocked against Damon. After a few moments of torment, she finally pivoted her hips.

  Jennifer moaned out loud as Damon thrust into her slowly, filling her up inch by inch. She rested her forehead against his shoulder, holding herself up only barely as she sank down onto the thick length of his cock. She felt her body yielding, her inner walls flexing and relaxing around the intrusion. “Oh—Oh, Damon, yes, God it feels so good.” Jennifer took him in completely, her hips settling against Damon’s, and held still for a long moment, breathing heavily. Damon’s cock twitched inside of her, his hips barely moving—but in a matter of a few heartbeats they both began to move. Jennifer began to rock her hips slowly and steadily, taking Damon deeper and deeper with every shift of her body. Damon began to thrust up into her, twisting his hips underneath her to find the best angle as his hands wandered over her body, touching and caressing.

  He cupped her breasts and buried his face against them, raining kisses against her sensitive skin as Jennifer rode him steadily. Damon claimed first one and then the other of her nipples, sucking and licking the tender nubs as they hardened on contact, sending jolts of pleasure through Jennifer’s body that competed with the satisfying tingling sensation of his cock buried deep inside of her. She began to move faster, pushing her hips down against his harder, bucking and writhing on top of him as her pleasure began to mount, the tension in her body increasing as she came closer and closer to climax. Damon reached one hand down between their bodies and his fingers slipped along her slick labia, probing for and then finding her clit. He stroked her firmly, his fingertip swirling around the bead of nerves, sending shooting tingles and electric crackles of pleasure through her nerves as she struggled to focus on the task at hand. In a matter of moments, Jennifer felt herself on the very edge, her whole body trembling with the need to hold back, to extract even more pleasure out of their coupling before she finally succumbed to orgasm.

  Neither of them was able to hold back much longer; in only a few minutes, Jennifer heard Damon’s low, growling groan, before the first spasms of pleasure racked her. She rode him hard and fast through her orgasm, her thighs tight, and her hips moving as if with a will of their own as wave after wave of sensation washed through her. The spasms began to abate, and Jennifer collapsed against Damon, shuddering and shaking, as his arms wound tightly around her, holding her close.

  For a long moment, they both lay like that, panting and gasping for breath. Jennifer was dimly aware of the thundering of Damon’s heart in his chest, echoing her own rapidly beating pulse. She smiled to herself, deeply satisfied in spite of the faintly tender soreness she could feel between her legs. After a while, Damon’s hands came to life along her body, caressing her, soothing the tremors that worked through her spine and out along her arms and legs. He pulled her face up to his and kissed her slowly but hungrily, holding her tightly. “You feel so good, Jenny,” he said, giving her shoulders a brief squeeze. “I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.” Jennifer smiled against his lips, breathing in the scent of him.

  “You know,” she said, pulling back slightly and looking down into his golden eyes. “I haven’t let anyone call me Jenny since my parents died.” Damon’s eyes widened slightly.

  “It doesn’t upset you, does it?” he asked her, his voice full of concern. Jennifer shook her head.

  “No. You—you can call me Jenny. No one else.” Damon smiled slowly.

  “I’m honored.” He kissed her again, tumbling her onto the bed next to him and pulling the blankets over them both.

  For a while they lay like that, kissing, touching, enjoying each other’s bodies without the urgent desire they had felt before. Jennifer knew that she wanted more sex with Damon—much more—but for the moment she was content to simply feel him close, to know that he was really there, that they were together and would remain that way.

  As she came out of the deep haze of pleasure that accompanied her orgasm, however, Jennifer’s mind began to turn over. “We have to decide what to do,” she said, looking
up at Damon’s face, peering into his eyes.

  “I know,” Damon said sadly. “I don’t want to ever leave you—but I don’t know how things will be for us. I don’t know if I really belong anywhere in the world.” Jennifer curled up to Damon’s warm body, thinking that it was interesting—the way he seemed to radiate so much heat. They didn’t even need the room’s heater; he was so warm next to her in the bed.

  “You do belong somewhere,” Jennifer said firmly, reaching out and brushing an errand strand of hair back from Damon’s forehead. “You belong with me and me with you.” Damon smiled slightly at the firm possessive tone of her voice. “We can get far enough away from bigots like the people in my town. Not everyone in the world is like that. We can find a place where you can live, and we can be happy together.” Damon shook his head.

  “You have your studies, and then you want to travel the world.” Jennifer shrugged.

  “It’s only a few months until I finish my degree,” she pointed out. “We can integrate you into human society. You’re smart, you’ll catch on.” Damon looked hesitant—almost disbelieving—but after a long moment, he nodded.

  “I want to be in regular human society. I’ll have to find a way to indulge my bear half, but I want to know the things I’ve missed out on for so long. I want to experience a real, human life—not the life of a hermit. And I want to be with you.” Jennifer wrapped her arms around him, burying her face against his chest.

  “We will find a way to do it. I promise you, we’ll be happy and safe.” Damon kissed her temple lightly.

  “I believe you.” He dragged his lips along her face until he came to her mouth; he kissed her with a hunger just as intense as if he hadn’t yet reached his orgasm.

  They began to move together again, touching and exploring each other’s bodies in a kind of sleepy haze. After their long trek through the woods and after the events of the day, Jennifer was half-asleep, but more than happy to use the last bit of her consciousness to direct her hands in touching Damon, her mouth in tasting his slightly sweat-salty skin. Damon covered her body with his own and in a matter of moments they were moving together, Damon plunging deep inside of her, rocking his hips against hers. Jennifer felt him filling her up, felt the tingling pleasure of proximity, of Damon’s skin against her, of his hands along her curves, his cock deep inside of her. “I love you, Jennifer,” Damon murmured. “I love you with all my heart.” Jennifer smiled, feeling so happy that she thought she might explode out of her own skin, so full of pleasure that she wasn’t sure how she could possibly stand it.

  “I love you too, Damon,” she replied, her voice cracking, her breath hitching in her chest as she came closer and closer to another orgasm. The friction built up between their bodies, the tension mounting inside of Jennifer, deep between her hips. She wanted the moment to never end, and at the same time she wasn’t sure how much more of it she could possibly take. When they both reached another orgasm, Jennifer and Damon collapsed to the bed again, panting lightly in spite of the slow pace they had assumed.

  When they both recovered, Damon pulled Jennifer into his arms and buried his face against her neck, breathing in her scent. “Tell me again about your college,” he said musingly. “I want to know what to expect.” Jennifer thought about it sleepily.

  “Well, there are some woods nearby,” she said, yawning as she turned to face him. She draped her arms around his shoulders, cuddling close. “You know, we should get some food at some point. I might be hungry already, but I’m so happy right now I can’t even tell.” Damon chuckled.

  “I don’t believe you have enough energy to get out of bed to eat.” Jennifer shrugged.

  “Then I’ll eat in bed. You can do that here.” Damon shook his head.

  “How are you going to get the food?” Jennifer pointed idly to the in-room phone, not bothering to look at it.

  “We call downstairs, we order food, and they deliver. You can be the one to get out of bed, since you have so much more energy.”

  “I think we should take a nap first.” Jennifer found no need to argue with that. She buried her face against his chest and began to breathe in and out more deeply, feeling safe and warm in the arms of the man she had only met about a week before.

  It was strange to her, that she could contemplate changing the course of her life so completely after knowing someone for such a short time. She knew that she wanted to finish her studies; as much as she loved Damon, she couldn’t abandon everything she had hoped to achieve in her life for him. The fact that he supported her in that goal made it easier. She knew that somehow they would find a way to integrate him into society—into regular human life. It wouldn’t be easy; Damon had a long history of distrusting humans for good reasons. And it would take a long time for him to get used to not trapping or hunting or foraging his food, to living in a regular house instead of a cave in the woods. But, Jennifer thought as sleep began to take her over, Damon would be more than capable of dealing with the privations of an anthropological study in a “less developed” community, where electricity was scarce and water was unreliable. Maybe, she thought, they could integrate him that way; get him used to the less technologically sophisticated community and then slowly introduce him to the larger world.

  Jennifer felt Damon’s breathing even out and slow, and her body floated in a state that wasn’t quite sleep as her mind turned over the possibilities for their future together. In spite of the inevitable troubles ahead, and what they would both have to sacrifice, Jennifer was confident that she had made the right choice. They were both strong enough, independent enough, to make their way in the world with nothing but each other. Jennifer knew that even though she felt apprehensive, she could rely on the werebear who held her so tightly, who had come to her rescue even before he had known her. They would be all right, no matter what they had to stand up against. She fell into a deep sleep, contented and feeling safe for the first time that she could remember ever since her parents had passed away, leaving her alone in the world. She wasn’t alone anymore—and she would never be again.

  Bethany Rousseau