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Chapter 40

Pen

I am still not thinking about seeds being sown the next morning, when Bear pulls me to lay on top of him.

"Fuck, I love feeling you like this," he says.

We're still in the same clothes we slept in. I'm wearing a sports bra and panties, and he's in his underwear and shirt. My long hair falls like a curtain around his face, shadowing his features. I smile and come down for a lazy kiss. His hands travel up and down my body, making strong passes on my soft flesh. He puts enough pressure on my back, it feels like a massage. When he's at my ass, he squeezes hard instead.

"I was hoping we'd do some new things this morning," I say.

"Mhh. Good idea. You should sit on my face."

I make a sound that is half-chuckle, half-snort. "Not done eating me out, yet?"

"Not at all. In fact—" he starts, but he goes quiet when I lift myself to straddle his hips, putting my weight on his hard cock. "Fuck."

"You were saying?"

"Uunnggghhh."

"I see." I roll my hips once. "But you still want to take it slow?"

"We've been married for three months, Pen." His voice comes out strangled. "We have time. And your parents are down the hall."

"They won't hear us. They're far enough away."

He shakes his head. "Not like this."

"But I want it," I fake whine.

I roll my hips again. His hands grab the hills of my hips, my thighs, and cling.

"Good Lord, woman. Do not use that tone."

"But I waaant iiiit." I make it sound even worse.

His eyes shut close. "If you keep that up, I'll lose my hard-on, and you won't get it no matter what you try."

I move back and forth. "Somehow I doubt it, but fine. I'll stop whining."

"You don't have to stopallthe whining, just so you know. If I'm touching you and you end up whining despite yourself, that's a wholly different issue. If it just— escapes— softly— Hmmm."

The last sound is a deep groan. With my hands on his chest, I feel it reverberate.

I make circles on him. I want more of that sound. "So what do I have to do to make you go faster than this glacial pace of yours? Respectfully. You said you'd help me with the list."

"Isn't this enough risk for you? Having your parents hear us?" He guides my hips to move back and forth on him.

It puts friction on my clit, and I find a good rhythm for us. My breathing quickens, while a deep wrinkle appears on his brow.

"It's not the kind of risk I was thinking of," I manage. "You know that. And there's no reason for them to come to this part of the hall. They're closer to the stairs than we are."

I sound breathless. He sounds like he's straining. It's music to my ears.

"Good… fuck," he utters.

"So we're going to fuck?"