Ilara: Chapter 11
Now that the time had come, I was nervous. We’d gotten Hope settled for the night and were in the bedroom. I’d spent a long time in the bathroom, soaking in the tub and doing all those things women liked to do before they had sex. I couldn’t stall any longer. Bear had been alone in the bedroom for an hour. I took a deep breath and walked out of the bathroom in my sleeping set. I didn’t have anything super sexy, and I couldn’t just walk out naked. I needed some kind of armor.
Bear was lying on the bed in his shorts. He was relaxed against the headboard. I was surprised to see he was reading on a Kindle. He looked up when I came out and he laid it aside. He got up, walked over to me, and cupped my face with both of his large hands. “Baby, we don’t have to do this. If you’re not ready, then we wait. I can wait.” He gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth.
Hearing him be so understanding and giving me a way out settled the butterflies in my stomach. I opened my mouth wider, and he deepened our kiss. I buried my hands in his hair and teased my tongue into his mouth. He groaned and lowered his hands to squeeze my ass.
Before the rape, I’d enjoyed sex. I mean, rockets never went off or anything like some women claimed happened when they had it, but it had been enjoyable. The few guys I’d dated and had sex with had been happy and I was content. Since the rape, I hadn’t been interested in trying to have sex with a man. When I did get horny, I took care of it myself using my trusty toys. I was hoping this would be a go, and I’d get to enjoy it again without having to do it myself.
As we continued to kiss, my nipples hardened and I could feel my shorts getting wet. Bear drew back. I chased after his mouth. “Ilara, are you sure you wanna go further? Tell me now and we’ll stop.”
I saw his face was flushed, and he was breathing a little hard. I pressed into him and his hard cock pushed into my stomach. He groaned softly. “Yes, I’m sure, Donovan. I want to try and I hope to God I don’t freeze up or anything.”
“Baby, if you do, then we’ll stop. You can decide to take it slower or we won’t do it at all. It’s not a race. This is forever for us. I’m not going to fuck it up by being impatient,” he whispered. I drew his head to me for another kiss.
This time when we got into it, he grabbed my ass and hoisted me in the air. I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, as he carried me to the bed. He laid me down like I was precious. He came down to lie beside me and we kept kissing. His hands slowly slid down my arms and over to my breasts. When I didn’t object, he squeezed them. I moaned. This was his cue to take it further.
His fingers began to tweak and tease my hard nipples in between kneading my aching breasts. I was panting as the tingling in my body grew. His lips kissed down my neck. He bit gently on the curve between my neck and shoulder. “Donovan, take off my top,” I pleaded. I needed to feel his hands on my bare skin, on my bare breasts. He hesitated a second then pulled my top off. He leaned back to look down at me.
He groaned. “God, you’re so damn beautiful, Beloved. These are the most perfect breasts I’ve ever seen.” He lowered his head and sucked my right nipple into his hot mouth. I gasped as his tongue teased it and he sucked over and over. His other hand played with my other breast. I slid my hands down to feel his pecs. He has broad shoulders and lots of muscles. His tats were scattered all over him. I brushed back and forth over his taut nipples. He shivered. I teased them like he was doing mine. Soon, he was gasping and pulling away from me. Had I done something wrong?
“Goddamn, I wanna see the rest of you. Are you okay with that?” I nodded. “Ilara, I need to hear the words. Are you okay with that or do you want me to stop here?”
“You can take off my shorts,” I rasped out.
He slowly slid his hands into the waistband of my shorts. He kept eye contact as he slowly lowered them to my knees and then my ankles. When they got there, I kicked them off. He took a deep breath then looked down at me. I watched as the look of desire on his face grew. He growled and then slid his hand down to push my legs apart.
I’d done some maintenance and my pussy was trimmed and shaped, so there was only a small triangle of hair above my slit. “Fuck,” is all he said before he lowered his head and wedged those damn shoulders between my thighs. He was wide, and he stretched my legs almost to the max. He laid down on his stomach. “Relax and tell me if you don’t like anything I do,” he said hoarsely, before he lowered his head and took a swipe up my folds with his tongue.
I wailed as the sensation exploded through me. He laid into me like he was starving. His tongue never stopped teasing as he licked then sucked on my folds and clit. I was getting wetter when he gently bit down on my clit. My ass came up off the bed.
I’d had guys go down on me before, but never like this. He was hitting spots and making me soaking wet. I closed my eyes and moaned. I cried out a couple of seconds later when he thrust a finger inside of me. He was watching my face. “Yes,” I whispered to let him know what he was doing was good.
I lost track after that of how long he ate my pussy or how many times he made me come after the first time. He used his tongue, mouth, and fingers like he was playing a musical instrument. I was a quivering puddle on the bed when he finally sat up. His face was shiny with my juices. He licked his lips and then sucked his fingers clean. I glanced down and saw his cock was tenting his shorts. He looked huge.
“Baby, I fucking want inside of you so damn much, I can hardly think. Are you ready to go the rest of the way or do we stop?”
The fact he was willing to stop, even though he was obviously extremely aroused, sent me over the edge. I took the final plunge. I pushed him down on his back. I grabbed his shorts and tore them down. When his cock sprang free, I gasped. Oh my God, he was huge. I’d never seen a cock that big, let alone had one inside of me. Would he fit? Would it hurt?
He stroked up and down his long length. I tentatively touched the head to smear the cum across his broad, mushroom head. He moaned. “Jesus, don’t or I’ll come in your fucking hand, Ilara. Please, I need to be inside of you and I don’t want anything between us. Can I take you bare? You know I can’t get you pregnant and I’m clean. I made sure after we met,” he panted.
He’d prepared for this? I loved the idea of feeling all of him without a barrier between us. I’d never done that willingly. I nodded then told him, “Yes,” when I recalled he liked to hear the words. He stood up and rolled me under him, as he spread my legs and pushed them back toward my chest. I lifted my head to watch as he slowly pressed the head of his cock to my entrance and then inside. He stretched me immediately. It stung and burned, but I didn’t tell him to stop. I bit my lip. I wanted him to take me.
He stopped. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. You’re big, Donovan. It’s stretching and it burns, but I don’t want you to stop. I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t do this now,” I moaned.
He gave me a sexy smirk then pressed inside more. He didn’t slam into me, but he didn’t stop pushing and withdrawing until he had his cock all the way inside. I had never felt this full in my life. He slowly pulled all the way back then slid in again. I cried out in pleasure. Hearing me, he began to stroke in and out. He got faster and harder each time I cried for more. Soon, he was pistoning in and out. I screamed as an orgasm washed over me out of nowhere.
I convulsed as I came harder and longer than I ever had in my life. He growled and lowered his head to suck on my nipples. I screamed as it prolonged my release. When I eventually started to come down from my high, I realized he was still stroking in and out and he hadn’t come. I looked up at him.
His face was flushed and he was breathing hard. I grabbed his shoulders. “Come for me, Donovan. I want you to come,” I whispered. He moaned and then he went insane. He was pounding my pussy. His pelvis hit my clit on every thrust. Then he laid a hand down to rub my clit. I saw stars and screamed again as I came. It was harder than the last one. In the midst of seeing heaven, he roared and then was grunting as he came. I could feel the warmth of his cum inside of me. God, I never wanted to have sex again with a condom! He felt too damn good this way.
When our grunts and moans quieted down and he slowed his thrusts to gentle ones, he leaned down and kissed me. I could taste myself on his tongue. He groaned. “God, Beloved, that was amazing and out-of-this-world beautiful. I can never let you go now. I love you.”
He was looking at my face when he said, I love you. I touched his cheek. “Donovan, it’s crazy, and no one does this, but I love you too. I never had anything like this happen before.”
He grinned as he gave me one more kiss. As that kiss deepened, he kept gliding in and out of me. I got lost in his kisses and it was a couple of minutes at least before I realized he was getting hard again. I broke away and looked at him in shock. “Ready for round two?” he asked with a grin. All I could do was smile and nod. Lord, what had I gotten myself into?