The Island Of Bears: A BBW Paranormal Romance by Amira Rain Page A

Definitely not enough for us to have to hide and concoct a cover story.”
    I chuckled a little myself, relieved. “Oh. Probably not.”
    I’d never been one for any kind of exhibitionism, but I figured making love in front of a parrot likely wouldn’t fall under that umbrella anyway.
    Clinging to each other while the sun began sinking, painting the sky bright orange and red, Holden and I resumed kissing, our desperation clearly increasing. I ran a hand along the hard ridges of his broad back, hiking a leg up on his hip, and he slid a hand between us and began exploring my femininity with light touches and gentle strokes, making a few quiet grunts and growls of desire while he did so. He soon located my most sensitive spot and began stroking it slowly, making me moan, breaking our kiss and throwing my head back.
    “Yes. Yes, just like that. Don’t stop.”
    He didn’t, except to periodically slide two fingers in and out of my slickness, slightly curving them so that he could hit a specific spot inside of me that when touched, made my legs do weird little involuntary spasms of pleasure. Soon my legs were doing tiny jerks and shakes nearly nonstop, and my breathing was coming in a series of short, shallow pants.
    “Now, Holden. Please. Make love to me. I need to feel you inside of me. I’m getting kind of desperate.”
    Kind of desperate was quite an understatement. More than any other man I’d ever been with in my life, he had a way of getting me turned on to the point I was even a bit lightheaded, which I was right then. I’d also developed a frustrating, insistent ache low in my belly, and this was an ache that I knew could only be relieved by Holden filling me and moving deeply inside of me. This was part of the reason I couldn’t stand the thought of being separated from him. The thought of months, maybe even years, of unsatisfied need just didn’t particularly appeal to me for some reason. It actually made me feel nearly sick.
    Mere moments after I’d made my request for him to make love to me, Holden was on top of me, sliding his rock-hard shaft inside of me with one long, powerful thrust, groaning. I barely even heard him, though, over the sound of my own prolonged, loud moan. While the turquoise blue waters of the ocean began lapping at our toes, we soon began moving our bodies in unison, Holden thrusting into me while I lifted my hips to meet his every stroke. Every so often, between kisses and cries of passion, we briefly looked into each other’s eyes, and each time we did, a little thrill raced through me. I saw in Holden’s eyes a man I could easily fall deeply in love with, and a man I could easily spend the rest of my life with. Partly because of how he was so caring and protective of me, even if I didn’t always like it, I was beginning to think that we might be able to develop the kind of relationship that went way beyond the physical. I myself was definitely starting to care about his heart just as much as I did his body.
    Although, right then on the beach, his body, and how he was using it to bring me to dizzying heights of pleasure, was, of course, my primary focus. I was only human, after all.
    After a while, I could tell Holden was nearing climax, but holding back because I hadn’t reached mine yet. However, I was close. So, to increase my pleasure even further, I reached down between our slightly sweaty bodies and began stroking my throbbing sensitive spot, an action that almost immediately tipped me over the edge. I cried out, clutching one of Holden’s muscular shoulders with my free hand while he dramatically increased the pace of his thrusting with a long, low growl, finally letting himself go.
    A short while later, we rested on our backs, side by side, while the sun sank even lower and a balmy, salt-scented breeze cooled our warm bodies. For several minutes, we just relaxed quietly, fingers entwined, watching the sky turn from shades of fire to dusky purples and pinks. Somewhere