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Chapter 38

Bear

My mouth on her is everything I never dared to dream. The sounds she makes echo in my brain, spurring me on as I suck on her clit. Lick her. Use my fingers on her. In her.

She pulls at my hair and I see stars. I want a galaxy. A million explosions, all fueled by the energy building inside of me, and the wet covering her flesh. The kind that can't be explained by the shower rain falling on us.

"Bear. Bear. Oh my God." She puts one leg over my shoulder and pulls me to her. "I'm so close already."

"Good." I flick at her with my tongue.

"But… I… that is, it would— be—" she moans. "It would be— done— too soon."

"And?" I make circles with my tongue, and enter her with two fingers. "I can do this all night."

"Fuck. Leon."

She trembles. I hook my fingers inside of her and tease her clit with my tongue. Her shaking spreads up her torso and down her legs, and a sense ofvictory moves through my chest. I smile against her pussy. I'm not sure I've earned it— one orgasm isn't enough. It's a privilege. But I'm a proud man, and this is Pen.

I will take time to slow down. I need to honor every one of these tremors. No one has been allowed to do this for her in years. Only me. Because I'm her best friend, and she wants me to. If I'm on my knees it is in worship. If I'm at her service it's because nothing gives me more pleasure. I'm meant to be right here, doing this with Pen right now. Whatever my purpose in life is, this is part of it.

Her orgasm pushes buttons deep inside my brain. I was right to offer to help her with her bucket list. All of it. The way my body responds is proof. I am meant to eat her pussy for hours.

That's why I don't stop, and lick her clit again in long, impatient passes. I need more. I want her to want more.

By the time I get another orgasm out of her, her legs can barely hold her up.

I stand, kiss her, and turn off the water. Her hair is a mess, her make up is smudged, and her lids are heavy. I nibble on her bottom lip to hide another proud smile.

"You look beautiful," I say.

"Yeah?" She gives me a tired smile.

"Like always." I maneuver her hands to my shoulders. "But now I need you to hold on."

"I can't."

"You have to."

"But—"

I hoist her up and carry her out of the shower. She gasps, clings to my neck, and doesn't finish her sentence.

A moment later, I throw her on our bed.

"We can't sleep like this," she says.

"We'll have time to dry up. We're not sleeping yet."

I climb onto the bed, making sure her legs rest on my shoulders.

"Don't you have to wake up early tomorrow?" she mumbles.

"Are you done for the night?" I run a thumb on her panty-covered lips. "Am I doing a poor job?"

"What? No."

"Then why are you thinking of schedules?"