Page 64 of Caught Bear Handed

“Why don’t we do a little role play,” she suggested, closing her eyes for a long blink.“We finally get to see what happened if you had actually joined me in the shower.”

This was an excellent idea.“You’ll have to remind me what you imagined for me.”

Not that I had forgotten.I just wanted to hear her say it again.

“You made sure I was satisfied.”She leaned back against the tile and spread her thick thighs.The curls between her legs glistened with moisture.Her hand trailed down her stomach, and her fingers curled at her cleft.

A growl resonated low in my throat as I watched her work her clit.Sweet moon, I’d never seen a more beautiful sight.

Her breath changed, and I grabbed her wrist.Her eyes flew open.

“It’s my turn.”I slipped my fingers between her legs, and her body bucked on contact.She was so close.I slid around her slick, swollen folds, paying attention to the way she reacted to every movement.

A hum vibrated on her lips, and I’d found the spot.I worked it harder and faster until her breath was a desperate pant.

Her hands splayed against the tile as I slipped two fingers inside her.Her muscles pulsed wildly with each thrust.

I curled my fingers forward and she cried out, grasping my shoulders to keep her from sliding down the wall.But I didn’t stop.I didn’t want to bring her over the edge.I wanted to give her the best orgasm of her life.

And then I’d have to figure out a way to top it.

Her body trembled, and her fingernails pierced my skin.“Don’t hold back.”

Fuck, I could barely speak.

She totally let herself go.The sound that came out of her was a pure howl, and her body melted.I led her down to her knees, holding her as she caught her breath.

“Sweet moon, I think I left the planet for a minute,” she said when she regained her composure.

“Glad you came back.”I punctuated the statement with a flurry of kisses.I’d never get enough of her sweet taste.

“Now show me what you wanted me to do, bear.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice.I leaned back, grasped my shaft, and moved my hand up and down.Her eyes followed every movement, and it took everything I had not to explode.For a moment, she wasn’t just my Kayla, she was Kayla Mitchell, my favorite actress, and I let myself be starstruck by this moment.Just because she was mine didn’t mean I ever wanted that excitement to fade.

Closing her hand softly over mine, she stilled the movement.

“Let me,” she said before lowering her mouth to the tip of my cock.

Now it was my turn to fall back against the tile as she expertly moved up and down my shaft.It was like our bodies shared a secret language, and she knew exactly what would drive me over the fucking edge.

My balls hitched, and she pulled away, intensifying the rhythm of her hand, coaxing my release out of me.

We sat there, panting under the flow of the water, not saying anything for a long time.

Finally, I shut off the water and grabbed a fluffy towel, wrapping it around her, then dried her off.

“So the case is over.”I didn’t want to talk about it, but I couldn’t think of anything else.“When do you think you’ll go back to set?”

“As soon as they can write me back in,” she said.“I’m contractually obligated to go back.”

“You’re going back because you love what you do,” I corrected.“No apologizing for that.”

She nodded.“Assuming they still want me.”

“Of course they do.”

“Hollywood is fickle.”She frowned.“And there are a lot of actresses that could play my character.”