Bear Home for Christmas: BBW Holiday Paranormal Bear Shifter Romance (Christmas Bear Shifter Romance Book 1) by Ariana Hawkes Page B
Authors: Ariana Hawkes
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the bathrobe now. Pulling herself up, she started to remove it, and Granger helped her, opening it all the way up, gazing at her belly and thighs, and her dark triangle of hair with hunger in his eyes.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. “Even more than I imagined.”
“You’ve been imagining me naked, huh?” she said with a sly smile.
“Constantly,” he admitted bashfully. A shudder ran through her body. She never thought of herself as the kind of girl who got desired and objectified.
“You only want me for my body?” He shook his head.
“Nope. I want every single bit of you, Noelle; your body, your mind, your heart.” He stroked her arms, her belly, her thighs, his big rough hands so thrilling on her skin. He took his time, exploring every part of her body – except the part that most hungered for his touch. He was driving her crazy. Every time his hands brushed her inner thighs, her body jolted, willing him to touch her there – on that sensitive place. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her, ached to be filled up by him.
“Touch me,” she said, as his fingertips danced right at the top of her slightly-spread thighs.
“Where?” he said, his eyes bright with mischief, wanting to hear her say the words.
“Inside. I need your fingers inside me, right now.” He laid his hand flat on her pussy and her whole body jolted. He pressed a little harder and she squirmed with pleasure.
“Or just keep your hand right there,” she panted. His fingertips lightly touched her entrance, dipping into her wetness, then he caressed her labia, teasingly softly, moving back and forth with deft strokes, spreading her, encouraging her to open to him. When a finger finally touched her clit, she cried out, a wild, uncontrolled sound. His eyes blazed and she thought she saw a hint of his animal. At once, he pushed two fingers inside her, and she gasped. It almost hurt. Her muscles rippled in pleasure as he slid in and out, his thumb circling her clit. All the time he watched her, watched his hand pleasuring her as she lay back on his soft pillows. She saw the tip of his tongue dart out of his mouth and lick his lips.
“I want to taste you,” he growled, his voice sounding far rougher than before. And before she could say anything, he dove down the bed, and his long, pointed tongue was gliding over her clit.
“Oh my God!” she cried out. It felt even better than his finger, lighter and more sensitive as it flicked back and forth. And then he began to suck, drawing her tiny bud into his mouth, and she saw stars beneath her eyelids. Her fingertips rubbed at the back of his head. It was a good job he didn’t have much hair, she thought, or she’d be tugging on it hard right now.
Of their own accord, her hips began to buck, inciting him to go faster. All of a sudden, he slid his fingers out of her, and entered her with his tongue instead, sighing in pleasure as he tasted her. She moaned and sighed as her pussy spasmed.
He took hold of her thighs, clasping them in a firm grip, and began to lick her clit again, his tempo increasing until it matched the jolting of her hips.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!” she whispered. He responded by sucking harder on her clit, until all she was aware of was his deft tongue, right at the very core of her body, whipping her into a frenzy. Her eyes fluttered shut as an explosion began to build inside her, growing and growing, until it detonated with powerful waves, all over her body. The stars fizzed and burned beneath her eyelids.
“Granger,” she muttered, minutes later. “That was unbelievable.” He lifted his head, an eyebrow raised questioningly, the edge of his lips curved in a half smile. Then, with a sound a lot like a growl, he climbed up her body, powerful and agile, until he crouched over her, his shoulder muscles bunched.
She ran her hands all over him, recovering from her orgasm, but still needing more. As her frustration grew, she pulled him
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. “Even more than I imagined.”
“You’ve been imagining me naked, huh?” she said with a sly smile.
“Constantly,” he admitted bashfully. A shudder ran through her body. She never thought of herself as the kind of girl who got desired and objectified.
“You only want me for my body?” He shook his head.
“Nope. I want every single bit of you, Noelle; your body, your mind, your heart.” He stroked her arms, her belly, her thighs, his big rough hands so thrilling on her skin. He took his time, exploring every part of her body – except the part that most hungered for his touch. He was driving her crazy. Every time his hands brushed her inner thighs, her body jolted, willing him to touch her there – on that sensitive place. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her, ached to be filled up by him.
“Touch me,” she said, as his fingertips danced right at the top of her slightly-spread thighs.
“Where?” he said, his eyes bright with mischief, wanting to hear her say the words.
“Inside. I need your fingers inside me, right now.” He laid his hand flat on her pussy and her whole body jolted. He pressed a little harder and she squirmed with pleasure.
“Or just keep your hand right there,” she panted. His fingertips lightly touched her entrance, dipping into her wetness, then he caressed her labia, teasingly softly, moving back and forth with deft strokes, spreading her, encouraging her to open to him. When a finger finally touched her clit, she cried out, a wild, uncontrolled sound. His eyes blazed and she thought she saw a hint of his animal. At once, he pushed two fingers inside her, and she gasped. It almost hurt. Her muscles rippled in pleasure as he slid in and out, his thumb circling her clit. All the time he watched her, watched his hand pleasuring her as she lay back on his soft pillows. She saw the tip of his tongue dart out of his mouth and lick his lips.
“I want to taste you,” he growled, his voice sounding far rougher than before. And before she could say anything, he dove down the bed, and his long, pointed tongue was gliding over her clit.
“Oh my God!” she cried out. It felt even better than his finger, lighter and more sensitive as it flicked back and forth. And then he began to suck, drawing her tiny bud into his mouth, and she saw stars beneath her eyelids. Her fingertips rubbed at the back of his head. It was a good job he didn’t have much hair, she thought, or she’d be tugging on it hard right now.
Of their own accord, her hips began to buck, inciting him to go faster. All of a sudden, he slid his fingers out of her, and entered her with his tongue instead, sighing in pleasure as he tasted her. She moaned and sighed as her pussy spasmed.
He took hold of her thighs, clasping them in a firm grip, and began to lick her clit again, his tempo increasing until it matched the jolting of her hips.
“Oh God, I’m going to come!” she whispered. He responded by sucking harder on her clit, until all she was aware of was his deft tongue, right at the very core of her body, whipping her into a frenzy. Her eyes fluttered shut as an explosion began to build inside her, growing and growing, until it detonated with powerful waves, all over her body. The stars fizzed and burned beneath her eyelids.
“Granger,” she muttered, minutes later. “That was unbelievable.” He lifted his head, an eyebrow raised questioningly, the edge of his lips curved in a half smile. Then, with a sound a lot like a growl, he climbed up her body, powerful and agile, until he crouched over her, his shoulder muscles bunched.
She ran her hands all over him, recovering from her orgasm, but still needing more. As her frustration grew, she pulled him
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