The Right to a Bear's Arms (A BBW Shifter Romance) (Wolf Rock Shifters) by Carina Wilder Page B
Authors: Carina Wilder
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she’d so longed to touch and to taste. Seeing and smelling him wasn’t nearly enough ; it was time, at last, to experience him. To take him inside her in every possible way.
Colson reached out now and put his hands on her waist. Zoe felt herself clench, pulling her soft girth inwards under his touch.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. His light eyes were piercing in the evening light, and Zoe had never seen such resolve and determination on his face as she did in this moment.
“Don’t change yourself,” he said. “I want you as you are.”
She let herself breathe. The blouse that she ’d worn to teach that day came away easily as he pulled it out of her jeans, and he thrust his hands under its delicate fabric onto her skin, which was hot to his touch. She was soft and smooth, and her roundness as he slid his hands onto her hips made him think of the fantasies he’d had so many times, of grasping her sides while he would fuck her from every possible angle. Of how round her ass was, and how much he longed to look down and see his cock emerging from her wetness. Of how much he wanted her.
He pulled the blouse up, exposing her belly, and he eased himself down until he knelt down before her, kissing her white skin before rising again.
“You are perfect. You don’t know you are. But you’re perfect for me, Zoe,” he said.
She stared into his eyes, her fingers reaching for her buttons which she undid slowly, allowing the fabric to fall away from her chest as she did so. Underneath the blouse she wore the white, lace bra which she’d bought while thinking about this very moment, back when she didn’t know if it would ever happen.
She felt her inner panther again, at peace and purring for him as he let his fingers stroke her from her neck down, in between her round breasts and onto her soft belly.
“I want to be inside you,” he said softly. “ You don’t even know how much.”
“I have an idea,” she breathed, her chest filling with air as she inhaled again. His fingers were still moving slowly around her, exploring her curves. His keen eyes watched them go, obsessed with each inch of her flesh.
He put a hand aggressively around her back now and pulled her to him. Looking into her face, Colson considered asking permission to kiss her, but he saw in her eyes that he already had it. At long last, this wild thing who was not to be tamed was his. At least for the moment he could have her, and maybe even begin to satisfy the animal lust that had eaten away at him from within.
And so he kissed her. Her lips were soft; swollen even, and deep pink from her arousal. As his mouth and tongue explored hers he could think of nothing but her scent and how good she felt in his arms. How right. And how delicious she tasted, her tongue like a ripe piece of juicy mango against his own, sating his never-ending thirst for her body.
Zoe felt the sweet agony of desire as her body was crushed against his, only the thinnest lace separating her breasts from the bare chest pressing into her. Her hips were pulled tight against his own and, though her head swam from the most passionate kiss of her life, she was acutely aware of his growing shaft which pressed inside his jeans, hardening and thickening against her.
Mindful of the delicate lace covering her breasts, Colson slid the right strap of Zoe’s bra down, pulling at it gently. He kissed the curve of her collarbone, making his way downwards. By now her nipple was visible, protruding hard and deep pink beneath the lace, and when his mouth arrived, he bit it softly through the white fabric, allowing his fangs to protrude for a moment. Zoe felt a sharp point threaten to pierce her flesh, gasping at the thought of how much she wanted him to leave his mark on her. Had she bled, she would have been all too happy to have him lick at it with his perfect tongue.
But the sharpness dissipated and hot, sweet lips pursed around the nipple, sucking and hardening it as Colson feasted on
Colson reached out now and put his hands on her waist. Zoe felt herself clench, pulling her soft girth inwards under his touch.
“Don’t,” he said quietly. His light eyes were piercing in the evening light, and Zoe had never seen such resolve and determination on his face as she did in this moment.
“Don’t change yourself,” he said. “I want you as you are.”
She let herself breathe. The blouse that she ’d worn to teach that day came away easily as he pulled it out of her jeans, and he thrust his hands under its delicate fabric onto her skin, which was hot to his touch. She was soft and smooth, and her roundness as he slid his hands onto her hips made him think of the fantasies he’d had so many times, of grasping her sides while he would fuck her from every possible angle. Of how round her ass was, and how much he longed to look down and see his cock emerging from her wetness. Of how much he wanted her.
He pulled the blouse up, exposing her belly, and he eased himself down until he knelt down before her, kissing her white skin before rising again.
“You are perfect. You don’t know you are. But you’re perfect for me, Zoe,” he said.
She stared into his eyes, her fingers reaching for her buttons which she undid slowly, allowing the fabric to fall away from her chest as she did so. Underneath the blouse she wore the white, lace bra which she’d bought while thinking about this very moment, back when she didn’t know if it would ever happen.
She felt her inner panther again, at peace and purring for him as he let his fingers stroke her from her neck down, in between her round breasts and onto her soft belly.
“I want to be inside you,” he said softly. “ You don’t even know how much.”
“I have an idea,” she breathed, her chest filling with air as she inhaled again. His fingers were still moving slowly around her, exploring her curves. His keen eyes watched them go, obsessed with each inch of her flesh.
He put a hand aggressively around her back now and pulled her to him. Looking into her face, Colson considered asking permission to kiss her, but he saw in her eyes that he already had it. At long last, this wild thing who was not to be tamed was his. At least for the moment he could have her, and maybe even begin to satisfy the animal lust that had eaten away at him from within.
And so he kissed her. Her lips were soft; swollen even, and deep pink from her arousal. As his mouth and tongue explored hers he could think of nothing but her scent and how good she felt in his arms. How right. And how delicious she tasted, her tongue like a ripe piece of juicy mango against his own, sating his never-ending thirst for her body.
Zoe felt the sweet agony of desire as her body was crushed against his, only the thinnest lace separating her breasts from the bare chest pressing into her. Her hips were pulled tight against his own and, though her head swam from the most passionate kiss of her life, she was acutely aware of his growing shaft which pressed inside his jeans, hardening and thickening against her.
Mindful of the delicate lace covering her breasts, Colson slid the right strap of Zoe’s bra down, pulling at it gently. He kissed the curve of her collarbone, making his way downwards. By now her nipple was visible, protruding hard and deep pink beneath the lace, and when his mouth arrived, he bit it softly through the white fabric, allowing his fangs to protrude for a moment. Zoe felt a sharp point threaten to pierce her flesh, gasping at the thought of how much she wanted him to leave his mark on her. Had she bled, she would have been all too happy to have him lick at it with his perfect tongue.
But the sharpness dissipated and hot, sweet lips pursed around the nipple, sucking and hardening it as Colson feasted on
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