Choosing My Life - Bear And Rachel

Thank you Bear

Rachel

I lent over and kissed Bear's chest after my speech. His face looked so strained and intense, I thought it might soothe him. Instead he groaned.
"Oh Sweet pea, you have no idea what this does to me."
He seemed to be breathing hard. His arm draping over me, holding me and propping himself over me at the same time. I felt deliciously trapped. I wiggled closer to him, my breasts catching on his chest hair, and kissed where his neck met his shoulder. His breath caught. He moaned. It made me feel powerful.
"Do that again?" I asked him.
"Do what?"
"That sound."
"You make me do that sound." He said.
I kissed him again in the same place, and again further down his chest. His hair crinkled against my lips. My hand slid down his ribs. Everything about him was hot, soft skin overlaying hard muscle. Something in me wanted to touch every part of him. To claim every inch of his skin.

I reached his jeans, and moved back so I could undo the button on that.
"Oh fuck, Rachel." It wasn't the usual way I'd heard the word used. The way he said it was almost a release.
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
"Oh God no!" He gasped, as he grabbed the waist band and pushed the pants down, half taking his underwear with it. He flipped onto his back and pushed the jeans all the way off, revealing big strong thighs, and calves. Like the rest of him, they were covered in a light coating of hair. I sat up and reached for his thigh, dragging my fingers over the muscles. I couldn't help the hum of satisfaction that came out of me.

I curled my legs under me and crawled to his lower half.
"Rachel," his voice had a warning note in it, almost pleading. I asked again,
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Fuck no, I want you" He gasped.
"What do you want me to do?" I asked, drifting my fingers to his belly.
"Keep doing that." He demanded."don't stop."

There was no hair on his hips that were peeking above the boxers, which distracted me. The skin was smooth, and tantalizing, so I kissed it gently. then rubbed my lips over his skin, enjoying the feel. Something jumped in his boxers, hitting my face.
I jerked back.
"Sorry Sweet pea, I can't control..."
I reached out and touched the big, thick thing jutting out from his body. His words dissolved into a deep groan as my fingers traced the silhouette.
"Oh God! Don't stop!"
His hands formed fists as he panted.
"Only stop if you want to, Sweet pea."

I lay down beside him, using his shoulder as a pillow.
"Are you sure, Bear? You don't seem to be too comfortable?"
"It's a nice uncomfortable," he told me.
"Are you sure?"
His response was to lift his arm so I rolled into his chest. The feel of his hair against my skin made me gasp. It felt like little tingles everywhere we touched.
"Oh, I see what you mean."

He looked at me with hooded eyes, then rolled me to my back and lent above me. His arm still cradling my shoulders.
"My sweet pea," his voice was so low it vibrated through me, before he kissed my nose softly, then my lips, then my chin. His lips drifted down my neck, his beard providing warning of where his lips were next going to touch. The hair on the rest of his body tingled my skin as he slipped against me.

I barely felt the bra strap slip off my shoulder, my senses were being overloaded, until he kissed the top of my breast. I froze. He stopped kissing me, and looked at me.
"Bad memory?" He rumbled stroking my hair.
"Yes, but it felt so good until..." I felt so disappointed. "It's my wedding night. I don't want to feel scared!" I ended on a sob.
"It's OK, Sweet pea. We'll take it at your pace." He kissed my cheek.

"Take my hand," he growled into my ear, holding his hand in the air. I reached for it and interlocked my fingers with his. His head lifted and and he stared down intensely. He swallowed and then told me.
"Where do you want me to touch you, show me."

I held his hand in the air for a moment, weighing up my options, my choices. This man would not take what I wouldn't willingly give him. I dropped his hand on my hip, and he squeezed gently, rubbing. His hand was so big that his thumb rubbed my belly. I started feeling funny again, as if butterflies were under my skin.
"Talk to me Sweet pea, is this OK?"
I nodded. He moved his hand lower.
"This?"
I nodded. His hand left warmth behind, wherever he touched. I wiggled, and his thumb ended up under the cloth. I wanted. I wanted more. My leg came up and I pushed myself into him. It felt so good.
"Oh fuck Rach." I heard him moan. I disengaged my hand and gripped his shoulder, trying to press my body against him. It still wasn't enough. My bra frustrated me. It was stopping me feel him.
'Take it off, my bra, help me take it off." I demanded. He moved his hand on my back and the elastic was released. I pulled it down my arms and pushed it away, before pressing myself against his chest. I saw his head dip as he kicked his lips.
"No mouth, just skin." I whined. His other hand was still holding my hip down, but getting increasingly under the cloth. It felt good. It felt so good.

I ran my hand down his body, giving in to my urges. This is Bear, I reminded myself. He makes me feel good. His breath floated down my neck, as he growled. My nipples buried themselves in his chest hair
"Please, Bear." I pressed the neediest part of me against his boxers.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Fuck yes I'm sure!" I complained. My skin was tingling with need.

I heard him chuckle as he kissed below my ear, and pushed my underwear to the side to stroke my lower lips.
"So wet," he approved, his lips drifting over my cheek. I turned my head and lifted my hand to grab his face. I held his face to mine and opened my lips, tangling my tongue with his. Whining with need, want, desperation.

I felt him press me into the bed as his fingers left my body for a moment, then warmth covered me, as he settled between my legs. I felt him press against me.
"We don't need to do this, Sweet pea," he breathed heavily,
"Yes we do." I replied, pushing myself down on him.
"Rachel, sweet pea, Oh fuck."
I felt him slowly enter me. It felt so right. So, so, seductively right. I groaned.
"Please, Bear. Please love me. Please."
He caught his breath and pushed further inside me, then drew himself out.
"Bear?!"
He pushed inside me again, deeper. My legs lifted around his hips.
"Oh God!"
We fitted together like a hand and glove, until he moved again sending sparks up my body. I clenched at him. Pressure building, and building, with each slow deliberate movement, until a wave crashed over me and I screamed with the intensity, and he roared pressing himself against me.

Aftershocks shivered over me, as he fell to his side bringing me with him.
"I love you Rachel Corby, now and forever." He rumbled. I blinked slowly, my tiredness returning.
"Thankyou Bear."