Bearly Consenting: Russet Falls Series (19 page)

Chapter Twenty-Six

As Drew carried Avery though his beautiful house, she
vaguely realized the house was even larger than she had first thought.
Giggling, she clung to him as he climbed a winding staircase, and then walked
down a hallway hung with beautiful artwork.

They approached two double doors, and Drew kicked them open
and Avery laughed harder, clutching him tightly.

“I won’t drop you,” he said in a husky voice.

“I know.”

And then she was airborne and she squealed with surprise and
glee before she hit the plush mattress of the bed.

Drew stood above her, his eyes clouding over with emotion.

“Drew? What is it?”

He shook his head, trying to find the words.

“I just didn’t think that this would ever happen again for
us. I spent so much time beating myself up over what had happened between us.”

“Hey,” she sat up, reaching towards him and pulling him down
on the bed. “The past is past. Remember? I’m here now.”

He nodded, and then his face flooded with lust and Avery
felt a tremor of excitement as she watched his pupils darken.

“Your bear,” she murmured.

Drew could only nod, as he climbed on top of her, reaching
for her hands and pinning them up over her head, before intertwining his
fingers with her fingers.

He started off with gentle kisses on her mouth, but they
became more urgent and Avery wasn’t able to stop herself. She kissed Drew
harder, moaning as he kissed along her jawline and down her neck.

Desire pooled deep within her and she arched her back under
the seductive weight of Drew.

“I’m sorry I ran from you,” Drew breathed, kissing on her
earlobe before trailing his mouth down her neck again.

“It’s okay. You were afraid,” she gasped as Drew’s hands ran
up her thighs. “I wasn’t letting you go that easily.”

“Good.”

He pulled back and looked at her, and again Avery saw the
pain in his face. “What if I can’t keep you safe?” he choked.

Avery saw the fear in his eyes, which frightened her.
Resolutely, she shook her head. “We aren’t worrying about that now.”

Drew nodded again and then he shook his head. “You’re right!
What the hell am I doing?” he asked. “I’ve got you in my bed!”

He began to kiss her again, and this time there was fervor
to his kissing that wasn’t there before. Avery’s heart hammered in her chest,
and she knew that Drew would be able to hear the change with his heightened
senses.

Drew reached up to her stomach, hooking his thumbs in the
waist of her skirt and pulling it down her legs.

She gasped.

Drew lowered himself to her body, pushing her shirt up and
bringing his mouth to her stomach. He kissed her softly, his warm lips grazing
across her skin, and Avery felt electricity sear her body as her inhibitions
melted away.

“Drew,” she moaned.

It was so familiar and yet so new.

She and Drew were older now, more mature.

They had experienced more life since they had last been
together and miraculously found their way back to one another.

Drew continued to kiss higher, pushing her shirt closer to
her bra, until Avery finally grabbed it, and pulled it off her.

“God, you’re beautiful,” Drew gasped looking at her.

She felt vulnerable and invincible at the same time.

She pushed herself upright, and Drew moved with her.

“It’s no fair if I’m the only one not wearing clothes,” she
whispered, tugging Drew’s shirt over his head.

Her eyes trailed down to his chest, and she let her fingers
graze along his broad chest and six pack.

Drew had always been in good shape, but Avery could see that
now he really worked on his physique.

Avery moved towards Drew on the bed, working to unbutton his
pants, but Drew pushed her hands away and pushed her back down on the bed.

“Christ,” he swore, “If I’m not careful, I’m going to shift
right here in the room.”

Panting slightly, Avery took a closer look at him, and she
could make out the darkening of his skin, or what were actually the hair
follicles ready to sprout fur.

Keeping his eyes on her, Drew undid his button, pulling down
the zipper to his fly. He yanked his jeans off, wearing only boxer-briefs,
which brought more attention to his growing erection.

He lowered himself back onto the bed, and Avery wrapped her
legs around his waist, and felt his erection press into her.

Drew shifted his body, grabbing her legs and pulling them
even tighter, causing his erection to push even deeper into her.

At just the right spot.

Avery moaned, clasping the sheets and then reaching up to
lock her fingers in Drew’s hair.

They continued to kiss roughly, and Drew reached around to
unhook her bra. Once the snap was free, the straps fell down her shoulders and
Avery slipped out of it easily. Drew wasted no time, his hungry mouth
encircling her right breast and sucking at it while his hands played with her
left breast.

He pulled and tugged at her nipples using his fingers and
mouth, and Avery felt the sensation shoot straight into her groin. Squeezing
her eyes, she tried not to make too much noise.

“Don’t,” Drew said as his mouth moved from her right to left
breast.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t hold back. I love the sounds you make.”

Avery blushed.

“Don’t,” Drew said, and this time it was more of an order.

Avery dropped back onto the pillow. Her fingers wrapped
around the sheets as she arched on the bed again.

She didn’t hold back as she cried and gasped from Drew’s
assault. Her sounds of pleasure only intensified as Drew slid his hand down to
her underwear. He began rubbing her through the soft material, and it wasn’t
long before Avery felt his fingers slip inside and slide them down her legs.

She kicked out of them, feeling herself moisten even more
for him.

These feelings for Drew were so much more intense then they
were seven years ago. She was more sure of herself, which gave her more
confidence with Drew, and she was able to truly accept and appreciate his
pleasure.

Fondling her breasts with one hand, and rubbing her clit
with the other, Drew was making it increasingly difficult for her to think
about anything except her growing pleasure.

Her breath was coming in short, raspy pants and she knew that
she wasn’t far from climaxing.

Drew must have sensed it too, because she felt his erection
grow harder along her thigh, and then he scooted down between her legs.

Oh God.

She moaned with pure ecstasy as Drew spread her open before
him.

There was no hiding.

Drew made an animalistic sound deep in his throat, but Avery
recognized it as one of pleasure and arousal.

His hands slowly caressed her, moving over every delicate
inch of her, as gentle as butterfly wings.

Avery rolled her hips as she tried to absorb the pleasure,
and she felt herself becoming needy.

Greedy.

She wanted more.

Drew was holding out on her.

She looked at him, and she saw the dominance in him—he was
teasing her and he was getting off on it.

“Want more?” he asked hoarsely.

“Yes,” she begged.

He licked his lips, enjoying every second.

Avery nearly came on the spot.

“You’re going to have to do better than that.”

“Please, Drew,” she whimpered, “Please.”

He slid one finger deep inside of her, and she cried out,
clutching at the pillow and turning her head to muffle her wanton cry.

“That’s right,” he murmured, slowly slipping another finger
inside of her. He spread his fingers apart deep within her, stretching her open
and pushing against her inner walls.

“Argh,” Avery moaned, out of her mind, as she tossed and
turned on the bed.

“Feel it,” Drew breathed, as he curled his fingers inside of
her, rubbing the deep spongy spot inside.

Avery cried out again, powerless under Drew’s control.

He moved his fingers in and out of her as he pressed the base
of his thumb against her clitoris.

“Oh god!” Avery cried, her thighs trembling. She wasn’t
going to last, and she could feel the familiar building sensation growing
between her legs.

“Drew,” she gasped. “I’m going to come!”

“Yes!” he hissed excitedly, sliding his slick fingers from
her and dropping his mouth to her pink flesh.

The warmth and wetness of his tongue and mouth working in
tandem with his fingers, was the closest thing Avery had ever experienced to
pure bliss. She held on as long as she could, delighting in the carnal
sensations of Drew’s tongue licking her most intimate parts as his fingers
strummed her clit.

But she quickly succumbed to her body’s needs, and her
pleasure burst forth from her, and she cried out with desire, calling Drew’s
name in a needy voice she barely recognized, before she shook and trembled.

The waves of pleasure crashed over her again and again and
her mind was free of all thoughts and worries as everything shut down except
for her nerve endings. Every emotion she felt for Drew was intensified
ten-fold, and she felt like she might never stop thrashing.

Drew crooned her name as she came, tasting her juices before
wiping his mouth along the inside of her thigh. His upper lip still glistened
with her as he raised his head and moved towards her, wrapping his arm around
her.

Avery felt tears prick at her eyes, and embarrassed, she
buried her head into Drew’s chest.

She was overcome by so many emotions, but she did
not
want to be the girl who cried during sex.

They hadn’t even
had
sex yet!

Drew didn’t’ seem to notice, and he pulled back so he could
look at her face.

“Are you okay?”

She nodded, afraid her voice would crack if she spoke.

He looked at her expectantly.

“I’m fine. That was amazing, Drew. I never even knew it was
possible to feel that –’’ she faltered for the words. “That amazing.”

He ran his fingers across her bare breasts—the gesture sweet
instead of sexual.

“It did feel different, didn’t it?”

Avery nodded. “It wasn’t that intense before.”

“We were just kids then.”

She nodded again.

“It’s only going to feel better,” he said slyly, sliding his
hand down her thigh, and rubbing her sex.

Avery groaned, biting her lip, as Drew groaned at the same
time.

“You are so wet,” he marveled, inhaling deeply. “And you
smell amazing.”

Avery blushed. It always made her feel funny when Drew
talked about smelling her arousal. She knew it was a bear thing, but it was
still strange.

“You’re not too tired are you?” he asked in a throaty voice,
rubbing her with more pressure.

Avery’s body fired back to life.

“No way.”

“Good.”

He yanked off his briefs, and rolled back on top of her, and
Avery loved the weight of his body on top of her.

She spread her legs for him, and at the same time reached
down to stroke his growing erection.

She was timid at first as she wrapped her hand around his
girth—and once more everything felt foreign yet familiar.

There was a bittersweet feeling lingering between them and
Avery refused to let Drew walk away this time. He loved her and trying to
protect her by leaving her wasn’t good for either of them.

Drew groaned as she tugged on him, and then slowly she began
to stroke him.

“Avery,” he warned, “I’m already so aroused.”

She pouted. “Not fair. You got to touch me, but I don’t get
to touch you?”

Drew closed his eyes. “I don’t want to lose control. Not
yet.”

Avery continued to stroke him, and she could see that Drew
was starting to lose his willpower.

“Pretty please?” she cajoled.

Drew sighed, and rolled over onto the bed.

Excitedly, Avery scrambled on top of him.

She couldn’t overthink, or else she would get flustered and
lose her nerve. She had never felt confident in pleasing Drew—she always
wondered if she was doing things right and if Drew was enjoying himself.

Not this time.

Boldly, she stroked him with her hands, starting at the
shaft and rubbing tightly to his tip.

Drew groaned again, squeezing his eyes. “You’re dangerously
close,” he softly warned her.

As much as Avery wanted to linger over Drew’s gorgeous
member, she understood his meaning.

She leaned down, wrapping her mouth around him, feeling him
fill her.

Drew responded by twitching beneath her and making another
deep, guttural animal sound.

His bear was just below the surface.

Avery teased him with her mouth, running her tongue along
his ridges and circling his head, before flicking at his rim.

“Avery,” Drew growled, and Avery moved faster, licking and
pulling at him.