Choosing My Life - Bear And Rachel

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Rachel
I woke up in Bears arms again. But this time his whole body was pressed against my back. He had a leg over me as well. I could feel his breaths against the back of my ear. There was also something pressing against my bum. I wiggled.
"Don't" Bear mumbled. I opened my eyes and went to lift my head. Instead he sighed and gripped me tighter.
"If you ignore him he calms down and goes away." He sighed. "Sometimes."
"Who?" I asked, concerned.
"That little friend that's currently trying to push up between us." He grumbled. He removed his arm from around me and adjusted himself, then flipped his arm over my belly
"That's better."
I giggled as I worked out what he was referring to as his little friend.
"I like him." I told Bear. I felt him twitch.
"Shhh, he'll hear you and then we've lost our sleep in."
I giggled again, and wiggled. I felt him grow bigger.
"I don't think he's little." I whispered.
Bear growled, it was a definitely satisfied growl, and moved his hand to rub the skin on my belly and ribs. I felt his fingers float over each ridge of my ribs up to my breasts. This story is free to read on Wattpad. If you have paid any money to an app to read this you have been ripped off. It felt good until he reached my breasts.

I gasped and jerked as his fingers brushed them. He lifted his hands away immediately. Releasing me.
"Hey it's OK." He rumbled.
My arms had flown up to hide my chest, and I'd rolled into my front. I didn't realise when I'd done it.
"Its OK, sweet pea. I'm not going to hurt you. I won't touch you there again. It's OK."
I drew a shuddering breath. Hurt. That was the word.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Bear. I won't react like that again. I'm sorry Sir " I found myself mumbling.
"What?!"
Bear pulled me into a seated position on the bed and held my shoulders. I kept mumbling, waiting for him to react.
"Rachel, look at me, please Sweet pea. Just look at me."
I shook my head, I didn't want to see the anger of his face at my reaction.
"Oh Rach, what did he do to you?"
I felt Bears thick arms side around my whole body and cradle me again.
"My sweet one. How could he, how could he hurt you." I felt Bear pull me into him, into his lap. I relaxed. My panic started to subside.
"You're not going to hurt me?" I asked, as I felt myself settle against him again.
"Oh baby, I never want to hurt you, ever!" He tucked my head under his chin. "I hate that he hurt you at all, let alone this badly. Oh my Sweet Pea. I'm glad he's dead."
A sob blurted out of me. My husband didn't want to hurt me. He really was a kind gentle giant. I'd rejected him touching my breasts twice and he still cared for me.
"Pa used to whip me." I tried to explain.
"I know, I can see the marks." Bear rubbed my back, his hands rubbing the scars I knew were there.
"I said no to him, I didn't want him doing that. So he whipped me."
I shifted my body so I could hide my face in Bear's beard.
"He said that a woman should obey her husband. His needs are more important than hers."
"He's wrong. Your needs are most important to me." Bear replied, moving his hand up to cradle my head.
"How can he be wrong?" I asked.
"He was wrong in so, so many ways, Sweet Pea. Your needs and wants are important, always. You have a say over what happens to your body. If I do something that hurts you, that hurts your body, you have a right, an obligation to yourself to tell me to stop. You are a beautiful wonderful brave woman. I am so lucky to be allowed to hold you, to even touch you. You have blessed me by showing me to be your husband."
I slowly pulled my head back out from his neck and looked at him.
"Dry your eyes Sweet pea, I promise to not touch your breasts with my hands or my mouth until you feel comfortable. I want you to know I love them though. I love you. And I want you to feel safe with me always."
"Am I really beautiful?"
Bear stroked his thumb across my cheek, wiping away the tears that remained.
" You're like a sunrise after a bad night. You make me feel like life is worth living."
My breath caught at his speech. I twisted around, straddling his legs, until I could hug him back. I forgot we were both naked until he groaned.
"Your little friend has spoken up again."
I laughed and pulled back, looking down at what was starting to poke up between us. I dropped my hand to touch him.
"Are you sure? You don't have to do anything with me that you don't want to. You do know that Rach?"
I smiled up at him and lifted my body over him.
"I know, " I said sinking down on him, "I like doing this with you. It feels good."
He gasped, and grabbed my hips.
"Fuck Rach. You... you make me feel..."
"I love you, Bear."

I loved the way he felt. Like he belonged inside me. Like he satisfied an ache I had. Being with him was so different to what Pa did to me. Until he touched my breasts. Then I was reminded of Pa.