The Right to a Bear's Arms (A BBW Shifter Romance) (Wolf Rock Shifters) (12 page)

Zoe let go of the spoon she’d been using to stir her stew and left it simmering on the stove. She walked slowly over to Colson, who stood immobile, and put her hands on his waist, palms flat, fingers grasping the seam of his t-shirt.

Without a word she pulled it upwards and
Colson, inhaling deeply, raised his arms.

Zoe laughed when she tried to pull it over his head; he was almost too tall for her. But she managed, and the body made up of tanned, carved muscles stood before her; the body she’d so longed to touch and to taste. Seeing and smelling him wasn’t nearly enough
; it was time, at last, to experience him. To take him inside her in every possible way.

Colson
reached out now and put his hands on her waist. Zoe felt herself clench, pulling her soft girth inwards under his touch.

“Don’t,” he said
quietly. His light eyes were piercing in the evening light, and Zoe had never seen such resolve and determination on his face as she did in this moment.

“Don’t change yourself,” he said.
“I want you as you are.”

She let herself breathe. The blouse that she
’d worn to teach that day came away easily as he pulled it out of her jeans, and he thrust his hands under its delicate fabric onto her skin, which was hot to his touch. She was soft and smooth, and her roundness as he slid his hands onto her hips made him think of the fantasies he’d had so many times, of grasping her sides while he would fuck her from every possible angle. Of how round her ass was, and how much he longed to look down and see his cock emerging from her wetness. Of how much he wanted her.

He pulled the blouse up, exposing her belly, and
he eased himself down until he knelt down before her, kissing her white skin before rising again.

“You are perfect. You don’t know you are. But you’re perfect for me, Zoe,” he said.

She stared into his eyes, her fingers reaching for her buttons which she undid slowly, allowing the fabric to fall away from her chest as she did so. Underneath the blouse she wore the white, lace bra which she’d bought while thinking about this very moment, back when she didn’t know if it would ever happen.

She felt her inner panther again, at peace and purring for him  as he let his fingers stroke her from her neck down, in between her
round breasts and onto her soft belly.

“I want to be inside you,” he said softly. “
You don’t even know how much.”

“I have an idea,” she breathed, her chest filling with air as she inhaled again. His fingers were still moving slowly around her, exploring her curves.
His keen eyes watched them go, obsessed with each inch of her flesh.

He put a hand aggressively around her
back now and pulled her to him. Looking into her face, Colson considered asking permission to kiss her, but he saw in her eyes that he already had it. At long last, this wild thing who was not to be tamed was his. At least for the moment he could have her, and maybe even begin to satisfy the animal lust that had eaten away at him from within.

And so he
kissed her. Her lips were soft; swollen even, and deep pink from her arousal. As his mouth and tongue explored hers he could think of nothing but her scent and how good she felt in his arms. How right. And how delicious she tasted, her tongue like a ripe piece of juicy mango against his own, sating his never-ending thirst for her body.

Zoe
felt the sweet agony of desire as her body was crushed against his, only the thinnest lace separating her breasts from the bare chest pressing into her. Her hips were pulled tight against his own and, though her head swam from the most passionate kiss of her life, she was acutely aware of his growing shaft which pressed inside his jeans, hardening and thickening against her.

Mindful of the delicate lace covering her breasts,
Colson slid the right strap of Zoe’s bra down, pulling at it gently. He kissed the curve of her collarbone, making his way downwards. By now her nipple was visible, protruding hard and deep pink beneath the lace, and when his mouth arrived, he bit it softly through the white fabric, allowing his fangs to protrude for a moment. Zoe felt a sharp point threaten to pierce her flesh, gasping at the thought of how much she wanted him to leave his mark on her. Had she bled, she would have been all too happy to have him lick at it with his perfect tongue.

But the sharpness dissipated and
hot, sweet lips pursed around the nipple, sucking and hardening it as Colson feasted on her.

“Oh…God…” Zoe let out a deep moan, her panther purring with delight. “This is so much better than my fantasies.”

“Is it?” Colson asked between bites. “Is it a fantasy of yours, Zoe, that I’m licking…and sucking…and biting…your beautiful, long, hard, pink nipples?”

“You may as well ask if I like chocolate and puppies,” she laughed.

“Do you?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Colson pulled her left strap down now. This time, the cup of her bra fell away and her nipple stood bare, exposed before him. He leaned back and looked at it for a moment before licking his finger and gently massaging its tip. The beautiful bud which had seemed so hard a second before now seemed more like a diamond, so firm that it couldn’t get any more so.

“Jesus, you have gorgeous breasts,” Colson moaned.

He sucked it now, his fingers gently squeezing her right breast, a finger running over its hard bud as Zoe squirmed, her pussy in an agony of delight and throbbing ache.

“
Colson,” she said.

“Zoe…” he seemed almost to ignore her as he
alternated between her nipples, pinching and licking them in a steady rhythm.

“I need you to be naked
, Colson. Now. I want to see you.”

He
stopped and stood to his full height then, his broad, muscled chest before her, and slowly undid his jeans. Zoe moved back and watched, biting the tip of her index finger as she stood with her arms crossed, her breasts squeezed together, nipples pointing in eager anticipation at her new lover.

Colson
slipped his dark jeans down to the floor, his thin cotton boxers doing nothing to conceal the throbbing hard-on which was doing its best to emerge from their opening.

“And the shorts,” commanded Zoe, who felt like she needed to pinch herself to prove that this wasn’t a beautiful dream.

Staring into her eyes, Colson dropped the boxer shorts to the ground and stepped out of them. He stood before her now, naked, tanned and looking like the greatest thing anyone had ever created. His thick cock, marbled with veins that betrayed all of his desire, was tipped with a drop of clear liquid. Its head was pink and engorged, looking like the most succulent, ripe fruit that Zoe had ever seen.

She reached behind her back
and unclasped her bra, pulling its straps over her arms and letting it fall softly to the ground before unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them downwards slowly.

Underneath she wore a small white thong
which barely covered her pussy, and when she stood and exposed it, she watched Colson’s cock twitch in appreciation.

She walked over and kissed him again, her tongue aggressive in his mouth as he drank her in, and
then, backing up and keeping her eyes locked on his, she peeled the panties down and over one foot and then the other.

Zoe turned away from him, then bent to touch the ground, giving
Colson a full view of her round ass. A few months earlier she could not have imagined doing such a thing in this body. But this man had said that she was perfect, and she believed that he meant it. She heard him moan in appreciation as he looked at her, knowing that his mind was focused on what it would feel like to enter her.

She stood again and turned to him. Without a word, she knelt before him and took his shaft in her right hand. He may
have known, she thought, how significant this gesture was.

Zoe had been determined, all her life, never to kneel in front of anyone. And now here she was, her trust and faith in this man’s care and affection. All she wanted was to pleasure him. She wanted to make his head spin. And then she wanted him to fuck her.

“Zoe…baby…” he said as he watched her hand stroke his length. Her delighted face was focused on the round head of his cock.

“Yes?” she replied just before she allowed her tongue to lick the solitary drop of liquid from its tip.

“I want to taste you.”

“Yes, my gorgeous bear, but you must be patient. I’m busy.”

With that, she put both hands behind Colson’s ass and directed his cock into her mouth. The man gasped with awe and pleasure at watching her take him in. Somehow she’d managed to swallow his entire, impressive length, and he eased himself out as she sucked, her tongue encircling his shaft as he withdrew.

“Oh, God,” he moaned.

Zoe wrapped both hands around his length now and pursed her full lips just around the head, her tongue delicately exploring his slit as she felt the blood course through the throbbing veins.

“Sweetheart…” he said.

“Mmmm?”

“I would give almost anything to come in your mouth. But I
need
to taste you.”

With that he gently pulled her head away, looking down into her face. Her eyes were full of fire and excitement, the animal in her running on instinct. The animal which lived, in this moment, for pure physical pleasure.

Colson took Zoe’s hands and pulled her to her feet, then he kissed her again as he slipped a calloused hand between her thighs, pushing them apart. He moved his flat palm up into the moist pink between her legs and groaned.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered into her ear. “You want me.”

“Yes,” she replied. “I want that cock inside me. I told you so.”

“You can have my cock, beautiful. But first I’m going to lick your cream up. I need you to do something for me.”

He took her hand and pulled her to her small makeshift bed, laying her back onto the pillow.

“What’s that?” she asked.

“I need you to come for me.”

“I…” she began, but Colson interrupted by sliding his thumb over her wet slit. He pushed her lips apart, teasing her insides with the promise of entry before pulling out again and rubbing the thick, wet tip over her clit.

Zoe sat up, leaning on her elbows and watching as Colson stared, enthralled, at the swollen lips before him.

With his right hand he pushed her thighs apart while he administered his delectable massage, his fingers
teasing her delicate flesh.

“I told you I like pussies,”
he said. “But it’s really this one that I was after.”

He looked up at her face as he eased three fingers into her opening. Zoe let out a cry and arched her back, her nipples pointing skywards, which only served to make Colson thrust at her again, his mind racing to the imagined sensation of his cock being squeezed inside her hot channel.

He leaned in now, his fingers going at her in slow, rhythmic motions as his tongue came down on her tormented clit.

Zoe wanted to roar, her panther letting out purrs that didn’t suffice. This was perfection. Never had she been with a man she’d wanted so badly. Never had she felt so utterly worshipped. Never had she felt worthy of it. But now she felt all of it, combined. And his ton
gue was encircling her firm bud, and he wanted her to writhe in ecstasy.

Colson’s delicate stubble rubbed against her flesh as he ate her, her cream on his lips. He lapped hungrily, no self-consciousness in him. He was an animal feasting on a long-awaited meal and there would
be no interrupting him until he finished.

He teased her with the tip of his nose, which became slick with her cream before he let his tongue back at her, its gentle flicks rendering her mad.

“God,” she said, “I love seeing you between my thighs.”

“I love being seen
by you,” he said, his tense muscles creating gorgeous, sculptural shapes as he gripped her legs.

His fingers pushed deep into her over and over again as she thrust her pelvis forwards to meet them.

“I could watch you do anything and get aroused,” Zoe moaned. “Mowing the lawn, changing the oil in your car.” Colson’s lips tightened around her clit as his tongue flicked at her in determined strokes. “I want to watch you masturbate,” she moaned, “to touch yourself….pleasure yourself…I would love to see that…”

Colson pulled a hand away from her right thigh and Zoe knew that it was going
straight to his swollen length.

“Stroke your shaft for me,” she said.
“Rub your beautiful cock.”

She felt Colson’s rhythm change as his fingers continued to fuck her, his other
hand hardening his massive shaft.

“Do you want to be inside me?” she asked.

“Fuck, yes,” he said between mouthfuls.

“Good,” she said.
“I want you, Colson.”

With that, she put her head back and closed her eyes, feeling herself tense under his mouth. She knew that he could feel it too, as his fingers were squeezed between her contracting, swollen lips.