Winston (BBW Bear Shifter Wedding Romance) (Grizzly Groomsmen Book 3) by Becca Fanning

at him, the sharp jut of his hipbones, the defined muscle of his chest… she shook herself and went back to the task at hand.

    She undressed as gracefully as she could, as aware as ever of his eyes on her. Looking down at her arm, she pondered over whether or not to leave the bracelet on. She decided it couldn’t hurt and walked over to the bed, begging her knees not to give out before she reached it. Once she was close enough, she ran her fingers down his chest and stomach, the way the muscles contracted under her touch sending sparks through her.

    “My eyes are up here,” he joked breathlessly. Delphine smiled at him, looking up.

    “I know,” she told him, slinging one leg over his body so she could straddle him. “The view’s better down here though.”

    She leaned down to kiss him again. He wrapped one arm around her waist as best he could, the other coming up to cup the back of her skull. The kiss was filthy and intense. It was already the best sex Delphine had ever had, and they hadn’t even gotten to the main course yet.

    “Do you have…” her voice trailed off, unsure how to ask without damaging the mood. Luckily, Custer knew exactly what she was asking.

    “Yeah, just a sec,” Custer said and she rolled off him enough to let him reach over and rifle through the drawer of his bedside stand. He pulled out a foil packet and had it opened and the condom on in record time.

    “Better?” he asked.

    “Much,” Delphine said, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. She slid a hand between her legs and ran a finger over her sensitive flesh. Though she was still wet from what she’d been imagining in the shower, Custer wasn’t small by any stretch of the imagination. Deciding it was good enough, she moved back on top of him. He grabbed her thighs.

    “If you want to stop,” he told her, his face flushed but serious, “at any time—”

    “I have twice your base strength and claws. If I want to stop, you’ll know,” Delphine told him. “I doubt I’ll want to, though.”  

    “Good to know,” Custer said, then moaned as Delphine lowered herself onto him.

    The initial stretch punched the air out of her lungs, and she knew she’d be feeling it the next day. She held herself still for a moment, adjusting, before rolling her hips experimentally. Custer groaned, his hands latching onto her hips, and she repeated the motion.

    She had thought, distantly, that this would be a graceful, coordinated thing. It was not. Delphine leaned forward, grabbing the headboard to brace herself, as she ground down on him. The gasps and moans punched out of her would have been embarrassing if she didn’t feel so good. One of Custer’s hands was in a bruising grip on her hip, the other slid down to rub his thumb in small circles against her sensitive flesh, setting her blood on fire. Any second now, she thought as the pleasure began to collect like raindrops in her stomach, she would burst into flame.

    Custer, for his part, looked just as wrecked. There was none of his trademark mania in him now, or the seriousness Delphine had grown used to. He looked wrecked, his pupils blown and a flush spread over his face and down to his chest. His stomach muscles flexed as he thrust his hips up to meet her.

    “God, Delphine ,” he groaned.

    Delphine tried to think of something clever to say, but then he did something particularly clever with his finger and she clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle a shriek. The heat inside her was steadily building to an inferno and, from the looks of it, Custer wasn’t going to last much longer either. She was seeing stars, almost as bright as Custer’s eyes, and her breathing was ragged. It only took a few more thrusts before she shattered apart.

    Her vision whited out as she came, her body shuddering through the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. Slowly, the world returned to her. Under her, she could hear Custer moaning, both his hands now on her waist.

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