After the waves of liquid slowed, I felt between his legs and placed my hand on his hard shaft. I twisted my hand around his cock and moved it from the base to the tip of his huge knob while my other hand lightly fondled his balls.
He threw his head back and moaned my name loudly. My body trembled with the anticipation of this huge cock being buried deep inside of me.
I fell to my knees, kneeling in front of this gorgeous man. I lapped the smooth top of his knob, revelling in the sweet taste of the drop of nectar that formed at the slit at the top of his massive shaft.
Gage moaned. He groaned my name, “Luka. Oh, good heavens, Luka. Yes.”
I wrapped my mouth around his knob and took as much of him in as I could. Then, twisting my hand back and forth, I pumped his cock. I sucked lightly on it, my tongue tracing the length of him that was filling my mouth.
As much as I enjoyed pleasuring him, I really needed to feel him inside of me. My entire body was aching for him. I stood up, and Gage captured my mouth with his. He walked me backward to the bed, easing me onto it. Then, he straddled me. The picture of this gorgeous, muscular man straddling me was enough to make my pussy begin pulsating once again.
With one hard, swift movement, he entered me. His cock stretched my pussy, filling me. He felt so good. I gasped at the myriad of feelings, sensations, and emotions that stormed through me.
Gage pulled all the way out of me, and I cried out in protest, feeling suddenly empty. Then, once again, he put his cock at the entrance of my pussy and entered me fast and hard. My pussy clenched around him tightly.
“You are so sexy. I can’t get enough of you,” he moaned as he ran his hands up and down my thighs.
He slid his hands under my ass and lifted my hips to him. Gage was deeper than he had ever been before. He pumped in and out of me in a beautiful rhythm. My pussy throbbed around his cock, exploding over him. As soon as I erupted, Gage followed suit. His throbbing cock grew, and he shot a hot geyser of his seed deep inside of me.
That night, as he held me in his arms, I wondered what his family secret was and why he hadn’t told me about it. He would have to understand that I would always love him no matter what. I told myself that I would just have to be patient, but it bothered me that he didn’t trust me enough to tell me. Although I was hurt and a bit frustrated, I finally fell asleep, feeling warm and safe in his arms.
The next morning, he was still asleep when I woke up. I made myself an instant mocha cappuccino with a bit of whipped cream on top. It was my guilty pleasure.
I walked outside, drawn to the clear, cloudless morning. It was a bit crisp outside, but the air was so sweet and clean. The breeze was once again light and warm, welcoming the world to a brand new day.
Some tracks in the ground caught my attention. I carefully set down my mug and went to investigate. I was surprised to see that they were bear paw prints. I followed them. The tracks came in from the forest and then circled around my house several times before leading back into the forest.
I deduced they were from the same bear because they were the same size. They also had the same line patterns within the tracks, although I was, by no means, a fingerprint expert—or in this case, a paw print expert. The size of the tracks made me think that the bear was a male, though.
I wondered why a bear would circle the cabin. I figured that it must be curious. Bears were just like every other animal, including humans, and any changes in their areas or territories made them curious. This bear was probably trying to figure out who had moved into his territory.
Kneeling down, I touched the bear track, trying to feel any residual energy from the powerful and sacred beast. I whispered, “Hello, my friend. You are welcome here, as long as you try very hard not to eat me. I would guess that I’m not very tasty.”
I felt a shimmer, as though a spiritual version of the bear was present and had understood and accepted my message.
Smiling, I stood up and stretched, wincing as I heard the bones in my back crack.
I’m way too young for this.
I turned around and nearly ran straight into Gage. He had been standing about two feet behind me.
“How long have you been there?” I asked him.
“A few minutes. I didn’t want to interrupt you.”
“Ah, I see.” I turned around and pointed at the bear tracks. “I saw where Brother Bear came out of the forest and circled my house a few times, then went back into the forest. I figured he smelled a new scent, mine, and came to investigate.”
Gage nodded. Then, he asked, “Why did you call him Brother Bear? Was it because of the movie?”
“No. I refuse to watch any movie with animals in them. They almost always end with me crying, and I really don’t need to add that kind of depression in my life.”
He smiled at me and waited for me to continue with my explanation.
“I said Brother Bear because I believe that all life is connected. We are just as much an animal as bears, wolves, lions, foxes, elk, and all other creatures. I also know that bears are sacred to many cultures, and I have adopted that belief into my own ideology. In many Native American cultures, the bear teaches strength. Not the physical kind of strength, although I would never want to arm wrestle one. The bear teaches inner strength. The bear teaches those who are willing to learn how to be strong enough to overcome any challenges that life throws at us.”
Gage was smiling and nodding in agreement when I finished my speech. I almost felt like taking a bow.
“I take it you like bears, as well?” I asked him.