Choosing My Life - Bear And Rachel

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Bear

I carried a sleepy Rachel up the stairs to our apartment. It had been an amazing day. The club had really celebrated, and had made sure to include Jonathon and Amy.
But it had exhausted Rachel completely. My wife. Even in my head those words made me smile.
We reached the door, and I shook Rachel a little to rouse her.
"Rach, sweet pea, I'm going to have to put you down. I need to open the door. Can you stand?"
She hummed, and nodded.This is a free book available through Wattpad (c) LTM1986. If you are not reading this on Wattpad, it has been stolen and you are being ripped off. I slid her down my body, and held her close so she didn't fall. I fished the apartment keys out of my pocket and unlocked the door. Then I picked her up again and carried her into our home.
"Welcome home, sweet pea." I kissed her.
"Thankyou my Teddy bear." She murmured. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. I carried her into the bedroom, and lay her on the bed.
"Sweet pea, may I help you take off your dress?"
Her eyes popped open, and I could see panic flooding in.
I gave her some space by crouching beside the bed and switched on the beside lamp.
"Rachel, look at me." Her eyes flittered around and eventually found mine.
"We're not doing anything tonight. we're just sleeping. We'll only ever go there when you're ready." I stroked the hair from her face, as I made the promise.
She bit her lip and relaxed.
"I'm sorry," she whispered. I stroked her cheek. I couldn't stop touching her.
"Don't apologise, Sweet pea, just tell me if you get scared. I'll always try and understand."
"You're sweet," she smiled. "But Janie and Daisy got me some special underwear for tonight."
My breath caught in my throat.
"What?!" I choked out.
She reached up and stroked my beard.
"I'm allowed to do this, aren't I? Now that we're married?"
My mind was still on the special underwear, but the words trickled through.
"Yes, definitely." I said hoarsely.
Her fingers delved into my beard, gently scraping my skin.
She hummed, " It's so soft. I like it."
My brain short circuited.

She shifted and rolled into her side so she could bring her other hand over to bury it into my beard. The movement brought her face closer to me.
"I love your beard," she mumbled, her eyes half closed. My heart skipped a beat. "Thankyou, Bear. Thankyou for looking after me. " She drawled drowsily. And then she dealt the final blow.

She wiggled,
"You're right. This dress is uncomfortable to sleep in. Can you help me get it off?"
I swallowed,
"Sure, sweet pea." I managed to say, going to stand up. Her hands were tangled in my beard though, pinning me. "You might need to let go of me though."
She sighed, and let her fingers drop.
"That's a shame."
It was a shame. I missed her touch as soon as it disappeared.

I sighed as I stood and lent over her to grab the zip and unzip the length of her back. She sat up and let the front of her dress slip down. Oh fuck. Her bra was blue, and see through. I closed my eyes quickly.
"Bear? Are you OK?" I opened them to look at her.
"You're so beautiful Sweet pea. I'm having trouble not touching you." I admitted.
Her eyes drooped in a slow blink and the corners of her mouth crept up.
"Why are you stopping yourself?" She asked me, taking her arms out of the sleeves and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She reached for me as she stood and let the dress drop to the ground. Her underwear was blue and see through too. I could see the curls pressing against the material. It looks like my idea of sleeping was rapidly going out the window.

She wobbled as she lifted a foot to step out of the fallen dress. I grabbed her waist to steady her, and she lifted her head to me.
"Kiss me," she whispered. I used every bit of restraint to not ravage her lips. I managed until she lifted her arms and reached around my neck, deepening the kiss herself, with a soft moan.

I couldn't help it. I lifted her up and pressed her against me. Holding her close. She wrapped her legs around my waist, instinctively, pressing herself into me. I groaned, the pressure was delicious.

I felt her pull back.
"Why did you do that?" She asked breathlessly.
"You feel too good, sweet pea." I panted. I slipped my hand under her bum to hold her better.
"You make me feel good." She replied, leaning forward so the words ended on my lips. I devoured her, her taste making me dizzy.

I stumbled forward and hit the bed with my knees, before pitching forward so she fell on the mattress. The loss of contact waking me up a little. My clothes were too tight.
"Bear?" She gasped.
"You're diving me crazy, Rachel Henderson."
"Corby. I'm Rachel Corby now, aren't I?"

I crawled into the bed next to her.
"Yes, you're Rachel Corby, my wife." I growled at her, claiming her lips again. I'd been given the world, and I was going to treasure her.
"Bear, why are you still wearing your clothes?"
"Because I don't want to scare you." I admitted.
"I trust you, Bear. You won't hurt me." Her words flamed the desire in me. I felt her shift, and my shirt buttons being undone. I watched her concentrate as she undid them one by one, pulling the shirt out of my pants as she undid the last one.
"Is this helping?" She asked, running her hands up my chest and pushing the shirt off my shoulder. My cock twitched at the contract, and my throat went dry. I sat up and shrugged the shirt off.
"Tell me if anything makes you nervous, and I'll stop. I want you to feel good with me all the time, Sweet pea. For ever."

She smiled up at me and ran her fingers through my chest hair.
"You already do make me feel good, Bear. From the first moment I saw you at the farm, you've changed my life for the better. I think I know what love feels like now, because of you. It feels like bubbles floating through every part of you."