Leigh closed her legs, opened them. The light caught Kurt's hard gaze. "Again," he demanded.
She teased him with more as he prowled up to her pussy from her ankles, leaving soft wet kisses in his wake. By the time he'd settled at her apex, she was thrashing. The man was slow. And deliberate. And frustrating, but immovable.
He feathered her clitoris with his tongue, then pressed and retreated several times, bringing her closer and closer to implosion. The hard press of his penis on her calf promised the moon if only he'd go faster.
"Haven't we waited long enough?" she gasped between rolling waves of sensation. "Fuck me, Kurt! Now."
He chuckled.
"This is not amusing. It's torture."
"Teasing."
She lifted his head, saw his lips glistening with her juice. "This is over. Do me now."
He lifted an eyebrow then nodded. The press into her came swift and hard and she whooped with victory as her lips spread to take him. The fullness, the ripeness of his urgency, his weight on her felt too right. Perfect. Exquisite.
"Rock me," he urged, as he thrust deep.
Too late, she was shattering already, overcome by the sudden rush of freedom to touch, to feel, to love him.
When she floated back to here, he still held her. Small diamonds of perspiration shone on his brow as he clenched his jaw to maintain control. "Rock me, Leigh. I need you."
She rocked. Thrust and hold, thrust and hold, the rhythm meant to take him to release. He growled into her ear. She smiled into his.
Tension built as again and again she took him deep, holding him until he lifted her hips to surge into her.
"Kurt!" she cried as he slid into her, urgent, orgasmic. He strained against her hips, driving her body along the sheets. His heart pounded against her chest, his arms taut, his buttocks hollowed with each thrust. And then, she was swept high, high on her own spearing release.
They held each other so tight, Leigh couldn't tell if the trembles she felt were hers or Kurt's.
In the bright morning light, she found the coffee maker had been preset and fresh-brewed coffee awaited her. She filled two mugs and returned to bed. Kurt sat up, and scrubbed his chest hair, looking more like a bear than ever. His dark blond hair tufted all over his head.
She'd speared her fingers through the strands as she'd held his head between her thighs. She went juicy at the memory. "Good morning. Are you Happy Bear or Grumpy Bear this early?"
She stood by the door uncertain if she should stay or go.
“You look frightened, Goldilocks. Come here, I promise I won’t hurt you." He patted the mattress and relief eased her into stepping forward to offer him coffee.
She settled in beside him, let the warmth of his body heat her. "And for the record, you're not a hairy beast."
He stopped mid-sip and looked at her with humor. "Good to know."
"Actually, you're perfect." In too many ways.
His lips pursed as he held back a grin. "So are you." A sly hand slid up the inside of her thigh. "As much as I want to recharge and continue what we started last night, we need to get to Marion's."
"Agreed."