She could feel the bulge in the front of his pants where he straddled her legs, and she knew he had to be close, too, but she realized he wouldn’t give in, until she did.
“Inside me!” she cried, and she felt tears of frustration on her face. “I want you inside me! Now! Please!”
Without a word, he ripped her panties aside and plunged his fingers into her most secret place, and Kitty instantly erupted with a scream on a climax bigger than she had ever known.
What seemed a long time later, though she knew it could only have been minutes, she managed to open her eyes to see him beside the bed, quickly pulling off his own clothes. When he turned back to her, she sucked in her breath, knowing real fear at the sight of him. He was hung like a stallion, and she just knew it was never going to work. But when he came down over her, pulling her legs wide, she felt the cool air on her thighs as it hit the wetness of her own juices, and when he began rubbing his member against her, she felt herself stirring once more.
She reached up to shyly run her fingers over his broad chest. It was covered with a dark, grizzly fur, and when she arched against him and clasped her arms around his muscled torso so her breasts rubbed against him, the sensations caused by the friction shot straight to her loins and she moaned. He was playing his fingers over her thighs and just inside her, and much to her surprise she felt herself quickening once more.
“I can’t,” she gasped. “Not again.”
“Sure you can,” he said, and she heard a new sound in his voice.
She released him and laid back, opened her eyes to see the strain in his face. She reached up to touch his cheek as her hips began pumping in earnest once more in an attempt to bring him closer.
“Come with me this time,” she pleaded.
He chuckled, and she heard something of the bear’s growl in his voice. “That’s the idea, darlin’,” he said. “What happened before, that was just to get you ready for me.”
She felt something prodding at her center and looked down to see his member rubbing on her. A mixture of fear and anticipation warred in her brain, but the mental conflict did nothing to slow the pumping of her hips.
“Hurry,” she pleaded.
He chuckled then without another word, he fitted himself to her. He was huge, but she was well-lubricated, thanks to her earlier climax. Still it was a tight fit, and they both strained to complete their union. Bart finally hooked his arms under her knees, opening her wider, and with a final thrust, seated himself to the hilt.
Kitty cried out in frustration as she came just to the edge of completion and no further, but in this position, she had no leverage, and he took complete control of their mating, pulling out almost completely then driving himself into her, over and over again, until Kitty felt herself coming apart once more.
“Bart!”
He only roared in reply as he emptied himself into her, and she saw star bursts in the night as her second climax slammed through her even harder than the first.
46
A long time later, he rolled to his back, pulling her with him, so they remained joined. He brought a blanket up over her, and she snuggled into his furry chest.
“Don’t let me fall asleep here,” she murmured.
It was the last thing she knew.
47
Kitty woke to broad daylight. The bed beside her was cold, and she had a moment of disorientation while she tried to figure out where she was. A knock at the bedroom door brought reality back with a crash.
“I’ve brought you coffee,” Bart said, coming in bearing a huge white ceramic mug.
By the look of his damp hair and smooth jaw, he was freshly showered. He was also fully dressed, and she felt at a distinct disadvantage. Then she noticed the clock.
“Oh, crap! I told you not to let me fall asleep here last night!”
“Relax, Kitty,” he said, blocking her from rising and holding out the coffee mug. “I called Mel, and she’ll make your excuses for you at work.”
“Oh, geeze! Does the entire family know about last night?”
He had the gall to chuckle. “Only Mel and Meg. Meg’s the one who loaned you a dress for today.” He gestured toward the open closet, where she saw a splash of pale yellow hanging among Bart’s dark suits. “I’m afraid your blouse is ruined, but Meg thinks you’re about her size, so the dress should fit.”
Kitty pulled a pillow over her face with a moan.
“Look, take a shower and get dressed,” he said, setting the coffee on the bedside table. “Have some coffee and some breakfast. Like I said, Mel will cover for you at work, so take your time, figure out what you’re gonna tell your old man.”