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Slipping into my old bedroom, I quietly close the door behind me and make my way over to bed. Bear is lying on her side, hugging one of my old stuffed animals to her chest. The sight is fucking adorable.

I slip under the covers and drape an arm around her waist. A soft, content sigh leaves my lips as I breathe in her familiar scent. Being this close to her again feels like coming home after a long vacation. Despite my best efforts not to wake her, she stirs in my arms a moment later.

“Where’s your mom?” she mumbles sleepily.

“Already left for work,” I murmur, kissing the shell of her ear. “Go back to sleep. It’s still early.”

I hadn’t planned on sneaking into bed with Bear, but I woke up when my mom walked into the study to grab her work bag. The minute I heard the garage door close behind her, I was up and walking across the hall.

Bear snuggles deeper into me, and soon, her breathing evens out. It’s not long before sleep pulls me under again, too.

Hours later, my full bladder wakes me up. Bear’s clinging to me like a koala, and I reluctantly untangle myself from her limbs.

I quickly take care of business and wash my hands. When I open the ensuite door, Bear is sitting up in bed.

“I wasn’t sure if you snuck into the room or if I dreamt it.”

I raise an amused brow. “You don’t remember clinging to me in your sleep?”

She shakes her head while her eyes trailing over my naked torso.

Fire burns under my skin when her glazed gaze meets mine. It’s been nearly forty-eight hours since I’ve been inside her, and I feel like a man on the brink of starvation.

“I think it’s time I show you how much I’ve missed having you to myself,” I say, keeping my voice low.

Her eyes widen slightly, and she bites down on her lower lip, understanding the insinuation behind my words. I walk over to the bed, my body buzzing with anticipation.

I offer her my hand, and she takes it, letting me pull her up and onto her feet. She’s dressed in sleep shorts and a tank top. It’s cute, but I’d prefer her naked.

My mouth glides down her neck and back up. A needy whimper escapes her lips, and I smile against her soft skin.

“You know I respect you, right?” I murmur.

Her breathy response follows a few seconds later. “Yes.”

“Good, because for the next few minutes, it’s going to look like I don’t.” I step back, admiring the look of arousal lighting her eyes.

“Lift your arms,” I instruct.

She does as she’s told, and I pull her tank top over her head. Her nipples are hard peaks, and I’m dying to cover them with my mouth, but I have something else in mind first.

“Short’s next,” I tell her, moving back to sit on the edge of the bed so I can watch.

Her fingers hook into the band of her shorts, and she slides them down her legs. I feel like the luckiest guy in the world seeing her undress for me.

I don’t know what I did to deserve seeing this, but whatever it was, I’m willing to do it a million times over if it means I get to have her forever.

My dick is already uncomfortably hard. I lift my hips and shuffle my sweatpants down before stroking myself to get some relief. My brain begs me to move faster, knowing I could come from this alone.

Bear naked is my wet dream.

“Now what?” She whispers, her eyes transfixed on where I’m pumping myself.

“On your knees and spread your thighs for me.”

Surprise flickers in her eyes, but it’s quickly dimmed by arousal as she drops onto the carpet.

“Good girl.” I praise. “Now lean back on one hand and use the other to spread your pussy lips apart.”

Bear’s cheeks stain a light pink, but she leans back, spreading her thighs wider and exposing herself to me.

A low groan escapes me when I see how turned on she is. Her clit is swollen, and wetness coats the inside of her pink pussy. Pre-cum beads at the tip of my dick as it leaks from the sight of her.

“Touch yourself,” I say roughly. “Show me how you play with yourself.”

My dick grows heavier when she begins rubbing circles around her clit and lets out a moan of pleasure.

“So, fucking perfect. So, fucking mine .” I growl, matching her pace as I stroke harder.

Her chest heaves as she plays with herself, and her eyes flutter close.

I know she’s getting close when her movements become more erratic as her pants of pleasure fill the room.

“Levi, oh God. I’m so close.” Bear whimpers as she slips a finger inside herself.

Hearing the wet sounds of her arousal has me changing tactics as a new wave of need hits me.

“Stop,” I demand roughly as my hand falls away from my dick.

“Wh-what. No.” She whines as her finger continues to pump in and out of her body.

“Get up here and sit on my face. I want to taste your sweet pussy.”

Bear’s hand stops before her eyes fly open. She glances down at my angry-looking dick straining up against my belly before her dazed gaze meets mine. Her fingers inch toward her pussy, but my low warning growl has her hesitating.

“Either you get up here and let me eat you out, or you don’t get to come.”

“I, uh, I don’t know what to do.” She says, her tone all raspy and cheeks rosy red.

Despite my surprise at her words, something akin to male pride blooms inside me.

“You’ve never done this before?”

She shakes her head, nibbling her lip in a way that drives me crazy.

We might not share many firsts, but knowing I’m the first and only guy to have her in this position makes me feel some way.

Ego aside, I want to make her feel comfortable.

“Just follow my instructions. I promise I’ll make you feel good, okay?” I say, making sure to soften my tone.

Her tongue snakes out as she licks her lips. Determination glistening in those pretty blue eyes. “Tell me what to do.”

So, I do.

I help her position herself over me, making sure she’s relaxed enough to enjoy this.

“Grip the bars tightly, and don’t let go.” I grit out, needing to taste her now.

Not only can I smell her arousal, but she’s practically dripping, and we haven’t even gotten to the fun part.

The second her hands tighten around the bars, my tongue slides through her folds, and she gasps.

I give her slit a long, slow lick, and her heady moans fill the room. When I suck on her throbbing clit, she sinks deeper, opening herself up to me completely.

“Does that feel good? Does being tongue fucked by me turn you on?”

Her sweet, earthy taste on my tongue is proof enough, but I want to hear the words.

Hearing the hitch in her tone or the silent plea behind her words fuels the fire burning inside me at having her so intimately.

Her response comes out as a breathless moan. “Y-yes.”

When I push a finger into her warm heat, the noises she makes turn up a notch as she grinds herself against my face.

I fuck her with my tongue and fingers, relishing in the feel of her thighs on either side of my head. The way she sometimes falls slack when the pleasure is too much, or how they tense slightly as I take her closer to her orgasm before pulling back.

When her thighs tremble, I know she’s on the verge of exploding in my mouth, and it’s on me to get her there. The thought urges me on, and seconds later, I’m lapping up her juices as she cries out my name.

Her hands fall to my chest, and I shift her until she’s straddling me. Her beautiful face is dazed as she looks at me, her lips stretched into a satisfied smile.

My dick is begging for the attention it still hasn’t received, and with Bear’s tits in my face, it’s hard not to lift her and sink her back down on it.

“You ready to ride my dick next, Teddy Bear?” I ask, palming her breasts in my hands and pushing them together.

“Oh God, yes.” She groans, throwing her head back, when I pinch a nipple between my fingers.

Holding onto Bear’s waist, I lean over to grab a condom from the side drawer. Only to find it empty.

Shit. We’re not in my apartment, and this room hasn’t seen a condom in years.

“I don’t have any here,” I mumble, shutting the draw with a frustrated growl.

Bear grips my shoulder, drawing my attention back to her.“I have an IUD, and uh, my results were clean when I got tested over the summer.” She whispers.

My brain has sex on its mind, and I’m struggling to think straight. But she’s still riding an orgasm high, and I need to be the voice of reason right now.

“Mine too, but are you sure? We don’t have-”

“I trust you.”

I trust you.

Three simple words, yet they carry so much meaning. I told her out in the clearing last weekend that she could trust me, that she was safe with me.

I meant it then, and I mean it now.

My dick is more than ready to enter heaven, so when Bear lifts herself above me, all I can do is watch as she takes me.

Inch by inch, my dick disappears into her wet pussy.

With nothing between us, every sensation is heightened as her slickness and warmth coat me.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I groan when she rises and drops back on me, causing her tits to bounce with the movement.

Bear’s nails sink into my pecs as she moves her hips in a rhythm I know feels good as little moans escape from her parted lips.

When her movements begin to slow, I take over, moving her up and down my length, grunting as her walls grip me.

“Levi…more.” Bear moans.

“Tell me what you need, Teddy Bear,” I pluck one of her perfect nipples between my fingers and give it a slight tug.

Bear hisses. “You, I need you.”

“You have me,” I confirm with a squeeze of her breast.

“You know what I mean, " she says, sounding desperate, and I can’t help but chuckle.

Before she knows what’s happening, she’s getting flipped onto her back, a squeal leaving her at the fast change in direction.

I throw one of her legs over my shoulder, giving her exactly what she needs. Gasps and moans quickly replace her laughter when I enter her with one quick thrust.

“Just breathe and let me take care of the rest, baby,” I say into the crook of her neck as I slide back into her.

She’s so goddamn tight and wet. I take a moment to savor the feeling of her walls clamping down on me.

A visceral, out-of-body type feeling takes over when I move. And I know right here, in this moment, is where I am meant to be.

With Bear, always with her.

“Feels…so…good.” Her breath hitches as I take her harder and faster, causing the metal headboard to bang against the wall.

“No one but you.” I grind out, nipping her shoulder.

She whimpers, digging her nails into my back when I slam into her with everything I’ve got. My balls begin to tighten, but I force myself to hold off, needing her to come first. Her walls tighten around my dick, nearly causing me to pass out from the intense sensation.

“I know you’re close. Let go so I can drown your pussy with my cum.”

It’s like my words tip her over the edge because when I grunt them out, she squeezes her eyes shut and cries out.

Seeing her fall apart underneath me causes my release to shoot out. Bear’s pussy milks every fucking drop from me, and I gladly let it.

I collapse on top of her. The breath knocked right out of me from the best and most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

***

“How do you like your eggs?” Bear asks her back to me as she cracks a few into the pan.

When we finally managed to drag ourselves out of bed, Bear offered to make us breakfast before heading back to the apartment.

“Scrambled, please,” comes my automatic reply.

I can't take my eyes off the scene before me. Bear is wearing one of my shirts that falls to her mid-thigh, with her hair in a messy bun. Barefoot and so fucking radiant.

I never understood when people said something was so beautiful it hurt to look at—until now. I can’t focus on anything but Bear. My eyes stick to her like magnets, drinking in every feature, committing it to memory, only to stare again, afraid I might’ve missed something.

I am utterly and completely mesmerized by her.

Standing in the kitchen, I grew up in for more than half my life; the realization hits me like a ton of bricks. I want it all: a wife, babies, a house with a white picket fence. And I want it with Bear.

This moment is like a snapshot of our future, and my chest constricts at the thought of never getting to experience it one day.

Bear turns toward me, a pan of scrambled eggs in one hand and a frown on her face, maybe because I haven't moved. I’m supposed to be getting plates for us, but I only managed to get as far as opening the cupboard.

Dropping the pan back on the stove, she pads over to me. “What’s wrong?”

There’s a hint of concern lacing her voice, but when I smile, the frown between her brows slowly disappears.

I take a deep breath, suddenly nervous. I want to tell her I’m falling in love with her, but I’m scared that’ll freak her out, so I play it safe.

“Nothing, I’m just really happy.” It’s not a lie.

She does make me happy, but it’s become so much more than that with her.

A smile lights up her face, and she wraps her arms around my waist. I hug her back, resting my cheek on top of her head. I breathe in her sweet scent, letting it calm my racing heart.

“I’m really happy, too,” she murmurs. “You make me happy, Whiskey Eyes.”

I’m pretty sure my heart does a backflip when I hear those words from her.