He almost came when she whispered for him to go slow. It took him far too long to rein the bear back in, since the beast wanted her on her knees immediately so he could mount her and mark her. Max sank into her wet heat and groaned, his eyes rolling back, and he gripped her ass so hard he feared leaving bruises. But she was all softness and give, welcoming and warm and making those breathy sighs that turned him on until he could hardly control himself.
And when she asked him to take her harder, faster... Max had to retreat. He had to get a little distance so he could get some control back and make sure it was good for her. He could rut into her and be done in a matter of seconds with as turned on as he was, but he wasn’t a jackass who’d fuck her and then leave her there waiting for more. Even with two orgasms, he still wanted to make her come a couple more times. Not just because he loved watching her face as she climaxed and the flush spread up her chest to her face and her auburn hair tangled on his pillows, but because he loved the taste of her. The scent of her arousal and the subtle perfume of her sweat clung to the sheets and to him, and he wanted to mark her so she smelled like him, too.
So when she asked for more, he eased back and moved her leg to his shoulder. Her eyes fluttered open and she watched him as Max rubbed her calf and began a long, slow slide back into the tight channel of her body. Caroline groaned and started to writhe, her hips pressing up in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper. “Oh my God, Max, please. More.”
He clenched his jaw against the insane need to just plow into her, to take instead of give, but refused to give in to the beast. And he loved the way she begged. He pulled out and rubbed her hip as she reached for him, turning his head so he could kiss her foot and calf before thrusting once more into her. “Say my name.”
“Max,” she whispered, her eyes closed and her head tossing on the pillow. “Max, I swear to God if you don’t start moving faster...”
He wanted to laugh at the threat, since she was still a sweaty heap on the bed, but only continued with his slow, measured thrusts. Her body clenched at him, trying to keep him seated deeply, and her thighs shook as she tried to drag him closer. He loved it. “What are you going to do, baby?”
She groaned and squeezed her breasts, pinching her own nipples, and the sight almost pushed him over the edge. The breath hissed in his teeth as his hips slammed forward, burying all of him into her tight folds, and Caroline cried out as her whole body shuddered. And then he couldn’t control himself. He moved over her, pinning her hip down so she couldn’t move, and pounded into her with deep, steady strokes. He wanted it to go on forever. He wanted to fuck her for hours, to get lost in her curves. Caroline gasped and held on to his shoulders, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts. He growled against her throat as he let her feel all of his weight, sliding one arm around her back to keep her clamped to him. Their skin slid together, slick with sweat, and he rammed deep and ground his hips down at her, wanting to feel her come while he was buried deep inside her.
Caroline arched and whimpered. “I’m close. I’m so close.”
Max didn’t think he could hold on, not with the soft give of her breasts pressed against his chest, and grunted with the effort of holding back. But he needed her to come. He pulled out and she groaned at his absence. Max didn’t wait long before dragging her to face the foot of the bed and the mirror over the dresser, moving Caroline to her hands and knees as he reared up behind her and grabbed her hips.
She gasped, staring at him in the mirror, and Max hauled her hips back to him as he thrust forward. She made an unbelievable sight as he pounded into her from behind, her breasts bouncing and her ass jiggling as he spanked her hip. He reached under her stomach to where they joined, flicking his finger against her clit until she started to pant and whine and rock back to meet each of his thrusts. Max watched them in the mirror, watched her face as the flush built and spilled into her cheeks as she struggled to stay up and her arms weakened. He looped his free arm under her hips to keep her in place. She was so fucking beautiful he couldn’t stand it.
Max leaned over her and let her feel his weight again, let her feel his whole body working to get her off, and growled in her ear. “Look in the mirror. Look at how sexy you are. I want you to come for me, Caroline, right now while I play with your clit and my cock fills you up. Come for me. Let me feel you.”
Her lips parted as she stared at the mirror, her channel clenching his cock until he had to force his way deeper. As he flicked her clit again and again, driving her toward that cliff, a low wail built in her chest. Her whole body shuddered and she started to go limp, jerking against his hold on her hips. Caroline cried out and froze, hips moving in short little jerks as he kept fucking, driving into the velvet glove of her body. She started to collapse, dangling in his arms, and he watched her expression in the mirror as she came—hard. He grunted in triumph and gave in to the beast, riding her hard until pressure built low in his back and he could feel the climax tearing through him like a bolt of fucking lightning, and then he buried himself as deep as he could as he came.
He jerked against her, still thrusting as her body milked every last drop from his cock, then exhaled in a gust as he slowed and then stopped, still holding her up. Holy fucking shit.
Max eased them to the bed, still buried inside her, and kissed the back of her neck as he held her close to his chest. He hadn’t ever felt anything like it. He’d never lost control like that, even when he was a teenager. There was something unbelievably special about Caroline, and even the bear knew it.