Mary and the Bear

Chapter Sixteen

When her alarm sounded, she woke surrounded by Hugh. His arm was around her waist, his leg was thrown over hers, and he was curled against her back. At least time she wasn't hanging off the edge of the bed. She wasn't a heavy sleeper but once again, Hugh managed to come into the apartment and slip into bed, undetected by her.

As she reached out to turn off the alarm, Hugh muzzled her neck. “Good morning."

She growled in reply and shrugged him off.

He untangled himself, rolled out of bed, and pulled on his jeans while she was still trying to force herself to sit up. “I'll make coffee while you get dressed."

By the time she came out of the room dressed for work, not only was the coffee done but he'd made breakfast as well and it was sitting on the table.

He kissed her lightly on the cheek as he passed by, headed for the bathroom. “Eat. You'll feel better. I want to see an empty plate on the table when I come back."

"Eat, you'll feel better.” She mimicked him lightly under her breath. God, she hated mornings. She poured a cup of coffee and sat to the table to eat as he commanded. The sad thing was, he was absolutely right. She did feel better. More alert and ready to face the day.

Over the next couple of days, they fell into a routine. She'd awaken with Hugh in bed beside her. He'd fix coffee and breakfast while she prepared for work. They would eat breakfast together and then she'd gather her things and head for the door. Hugh would stop her at the door, kiss the breath out of her and give her mind-blowing orgasms. Then he would shove her outside and on her way to the office before her heartbeat had a chance to settle. He never touched her at any other time or removed any more clothes than necessary, meaning what he'd said about giving her body time to heal.

After work, she would unwind by puttering around the apartment before heading downstairs to spend time with Hugh. He'd stop working long enough to eat with her and then they'd talk while he worked. About nine, she would go home and prepare for the next day. Once in bed, she'd fall asleep knowing that at some time during the night, Hugh would join her.

Between work and the time she spent with Hugh, she was rarely home. Even so it occurred to her, now that she had her new phone, it was strangely quiet on the home-front. She'd really expected Charles to call back after she hung up on him like she did. He'd called everyday prior to that last time. That he hadn't called again was a cause for concern.

He'd been acting a little off lately. When he called she would encourage him to speak to a grief counselor. He had some serious issues that he needed to deal with. The next time she called home, she'd ask her father to speak to Charles about seeking professional help. She wouldn't call Charles herself. He'd see it as a sign of weakening on her part and the last thing she wanted to do was encourage him.

As her body healed, she became hungrier and hornier. The orgasms Hugh gave her, while satisfying for the moment, only served to increase her overall hunger for him. She had to do something to get through to him. She didn't want to be treated like some fragile blossom. She was a woman with a woman's passions and she wanted all of him—his passion and his strength. He was holding back on her. While she was healing it was fine, but now she needed more. She tried to convince the stubborn man that she was healed and it was okay to have intercourse, but he wouldn't listen. He refused her at every turn.

She needed to feel him pounding in her, thrusting mercilessly until all she could feel was him. She wanted him deep and she wanted him hard. Umm, yes, just like that. Deep, hard, and fast. She wanted him to power into her until her world exploded and he was the only thing left to hold onto.

She planned her attack carefully. Thursdays were slow. He'd be retreating to his office soon. She took a shower and shaved, leaving her skin silky smooth. Into her skin she rubbed essential oils until it glowed with health and vitality.

In her room, she pulled on a pair of black, lace-top, thigh high stockings that ended high on her legs, framing her pussy. One side of her mound was shaved bald, the skin soft and gleaming. The other side was trimmed very low, presenting an intriguing contrast.

Over the stockings she wore a very conservative skirt that gathered at the waist and flowed to her ankles. On her feet was a pair of black ankle boots with “fuck-me” stiletto heels. Dipping her fingers between her legs, she drew the moisture she found there and dabbed it between her breasts, behind her ears, and in the hollow at the base of her throat like it was the most expensive perfume. Last of all, she put on a silky, black wrap shirt that tied at the waist. She played with her nipples until they stood up straight and tall, drawing attention to her braless state. One last toss of her hair, which she left loose and tousled looking just the way he liked it, and she was ready to go.

Leaving everything behind, including her keys, she locked the door and walked down to the diner. Hugh would unlock the door for her later. She did not intend to return home alone.

She entered the diner via the back door, which Hugh left unlocked just for her. She caught his attention as she walked by on the way to his office. She pointed, indicating that she'd be waiting for him in there. He nodded to show he understood and went back to giving instructions to his staff.

She didn't have long. He would follow shortly. She moved the heavy armchairs from in front of his desk and pushed them to the side. Their previous position would block his view of what she wanted him to see. Next she cleared his desk of anything that looked important or that might be painful to lie upon. With any luck, he'd have her flat on her back on the desk shortly, driving into her.

Hopping on top, she arranged herself in a way that was sure to get his attention. With her hips on the very edge, she spread her legs as wide as they would go. Then planted her feet on the desk pointing in an outward direction. If she were less flexible, she wouldn't have been able to hold the position. Thank God for yoga. She straightened her back and rested her elbows on her upraised knees while making sure her skirt covered her completely.

She was so excited about what she was doing that she could feel her feminine juices leaking from between the lips of her vagina to wet the fabric of her skirt underneath. Her nipples were tight little stubs pressing against the silk of her shirt, betraying her arousal. She finished arranging herself not a moment too soon.

As Hugh approached the office, he threw on last comment over his shoulder before opening the door with one hand. As soon as he stepped through the door, the scent of her arousal hit him like a hammer between the eyes. He could smell it over the food he was carrying in his hands. His cock immediately sprang to life, and he swallowed and prayed for control. It had been excruciatingly difficult holding back these last few days. His beast demanded that he claim her fully, as he had the night he'd caused her to bleed. The mating fever was riding both of them hard, and only his fear of hurting her pain enabled him to hold back.

It looked like she was taking matters into her own hands. He closed the door and leaned against it, holding onto the plates like a drowning person held onto a life preserver. He didn't trust himself to come any closer, because the minute his hands were empty, he would be all over her. Yes, it was better for him to stay right where he was. His control was already razor thin. Any little thing was liable to push him right over the edge.

"Lock the door, Hugh.” Her voice was husky with arousal.

Balancing both plates on one arm, he reached blindly behind him to do as she said. He took in the way she was seated on his desk and knew he was in trouble.

"I want your honest opinion, okay?"

He swallowed to clear his throat, which had closed up, and took a firmer grip on the plates. “Sure. I'll be honest.” He watched as she began to ease up her skirt. His eyes were glued to what was slowly being revealed.

"I couldn't decide which was better, so I decided to leave the final decision to you.” Her skirt was up to her knees now. His eyes took in the shoes and the stockings, but it was what waited between her legs that caused his heart to stutter.

Using a finger to illustrate, she pointed out to him what she'd done. Drawing her index finger up the side of her sex that was baby smooth, she asked, “Do you prefer totally bare? Or,” sliding her finger slowly down the other side she continued, “barely there?"

When she reached the end, she slid her finger deep into her dripping hole and spread the moisture on her distended clit. Rubbing her finger in a circular motion, she masturbated while he hungrily watched. “This feels so much better now that there's not all of that hair in the way."

He came toward her like a man hypnotized, his eyes never once leaving the motion of her fingers. The plates in his hands dipped alarmingly, the food slid to the edge, then dropped unnoticed to the floor. She shivered delicately as the pleasure from what she was doing raced up and down her spine.

"You know what feels even better than this?” She continued before he could answer, her words coming out choppy as her orgasm approached. “Your big, thick cock pounding into my wet pussy the way you did last Saturday night. Mmm, it felt soooo good. I love the way you fucked me. Deep and hard. Pounding into my pussy until I could hardly catch my breath. You made me want to scream, scratch, and bite. You brought out the wild woman in me."

She was panting now. She was so close. She could smell his arousal, see the war he was waging to remain in control and not fall on and devour her as he wanted to. Just a little bit more and she would have him right where she wanted him. She sped up the motion of her hand, her finger pressing firmer. Her hips were making little thrusting motions, following the movements of her hand.

"At work I think of you taking me. Fucking me hard. The fantasy is so vivid, so real that I cream my panties as I come.” She was so in tuned with her body that her attention strayed from him, focusing inward.

She never noticed his eyes changing as his beast began rising to the surface. His nostrils flared as he breathed in deeply of her scent. The plates dropped to the floor with a crash. His hands clenched into fists. He was fighting a losing battle to remain in control. His hand crept to his cock, stroking its rigid length through his pants. The pressure was so great that he undid the zipper and released his cock to give it some relief.

Her finger picked up speed. She brought her other hand up to squeeze her aching nipple, until with a keening cry, she threw back her head and came. Her cry shattered the last fragment of his control. He leaped forward and grabbed her hips with his hands, stabilizing her as he rammed home, sliding in to the hilt in one stroke.

Pushing her down onto the desk, he locked his teeth onto her shoulder and gave his beast full control. He hammered into her, each thrust bringing forth a grunt from her mouth. Her nails clawed his back. Her feet dug into the desk as she braced herself to counter each thrust with one of her own. Her heels were probably leaving score marks on his desk, but she didn't care. THIS was what she'd wanted. This is what she'd been craving.

"Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Just like that."

He growled and pumped into her even harder, pounding against her cervix. She slid her fingers down his back and dug her nails into his ass, gripping him tightly. She wanted him in her so deep that she couldn't tell where he began and she left off.

The sensations bombarding her body were so intense, she couldn't catch her breath. She wanted more. She wanted all he had, everything in him. She urged him on with her words, her mouth right by his ear. “You feel so good. You're so big and hard. I love the way you fill me. I need you. Harder! Faster! Give it to me! Don't hold back. Give it all to me!"

He growled low and long as he began to shift. His fingernails lengthened into claws. His incisors became fangs that cut into her shoulder drawing forth blood. The little bit of pain was all she needed to fall over the edge.

With no breath left to scream, instead she reared up and bit him on the tendon where his neck and shoulder joined, her jaw locking down so hard that she drew blood. He gave a mighty roar and pulled out of her. He flipped her over onto her stomach and was back, pounding into her before her mind could fully comprehend the change in position. Her breasts were squashed against the desk. The pistoning motion of his hips caused them to rub back and forth across the smooth surface of the desk, abrading the nipples and sending streaks of fire to her womb.

Her hands had automatically slapped down on the desk to break her fall when he flipped her over. Hugh had one arm under her hips, lifting her and holding her steady for his thrusts. The other hand held her by her thigh, holding it up and keeping her open, allowing him maximum thrusting potential.

"Oh God, yes. Right there, Hugh. Just like that. Oooooh!” This position hit all of her hot spots, which triggered another orgasm and kept her at a high peak. One orgasm bled into another until with a mighty thrust and a powerful roar, Hugh came, spurting his seed deep into her waiting womb. He continued to thrust as he came, filling her to the point where sperm began flowing out of her body, coating her thighs. When he released the last of it, he slumped down on top of her breathing heavy.

The heavy musk of sex filled the office. He lay there while his fangs retreated and his claws retracted. His mind was mush. Her pussy gave one last spasm and his cock twitched but stayed soft. He was totally spent. When his mind began to function again, he realized he was crushing Mary Elizabeth. He gathered his strength, pulled his arm from under her and lifted off of her, balancing on unsteady feet.

He reached back and pulled the chair closer before toppling into it. He became concerned when Mary Elizabeth didn't move. He jumped up and grabbed her off of the desk, before sitting back down with her on his lap.

"Honey, are you okay? Was I too rough?” He tipped her head back so that he could see her face.

She gave him a dreamy smile and looked at him with eyes that were unfocused. “Ummm,” she purred, “That was great. As soon as the feeling comes back in my legs, I want to do it again. But next time, let's do it in bed. That desk is a little hard."

Her words startled a laugh out of him and caused his cock to harden. He was deeply satisfied. His mate was a match for him in every way. He should have known she'd be able to handle his passion. He looked around at the mess they'd made. He wondered if Mary Elizabeth realized that everyone knew what they were doing in here. They were so loud, he was sure even the customers in the dining area heard.

He gave a small chuckle. He was seated in the chair with his shirt on and his pants down around his ankles. Mary Elizabeth's blouse was ripped, something he had no memory of doing, and her skirt was around her waist. One of her stockings had fallen and now sagged around her ankle.

Papers were scattered on the floor. There was food on the carpet as well as shards of pottery from the broken plates. If he had taken her on the floor, she'd be covered in food right now. Good thing she positioned herself on the desk.

"You never did answer my question."

"What question was that?” He had a vague memory of her talking, but he couldn't recall a word she'd said.

Taking his hand in hers, she spread her legs and used his hand to rub over the wet mound of her sex. “Which side do you prefer?” She released his hand and he continued to pet her, rubbing one side and then the other.

"I'm not certain. I think I need a closer look."

He stood with her in his arms, and then turned and sat her in the chair, arranging her legs so that they hung over the arms of the chair. He pulled her hips to the edge of the seat and flipped her skirt to the side.

Then he kicked off his shoes and pants and tossed them into the other chair before dropping to his knees. He dropped back until he rested on his heels, his hands rested on his outspread knees. His cock stood up straight and proud as his balls dangled to the ground.

"Hold up your skirt up so that I can see you better."

She did as she was told, her belly clenching in response to his intense gaze on her most intimate parts.

"I've touched it, and looked at it, and I still can't decide. I don't have any choice. I'm going to have to use the tongue test. It's the only way,” he informed her solemnly.

Her eyes widened as his meaning sank in, her nipples tightening in response. She clutched her skirt tighter and braced herself for what he was about to do. He placed his hands on her thighs and leaned forward from the waist. She watched as his dark head descended toward her pussy, anticipation riding her hard.

He began by delicately running his tongue up one side and then the other. “This side is really smooth. My tongue just glides along the surface with no problems, especially with you being as wet as you are now.” He licked her again to demonstrate what he was talking about.

"Now this side, it's a little rough, a little prickly. It feels good to my tongue. It tastes good, too. The stubs of hair are actually catching your honey and holding it captive for me. Watch.” He dragged his tongue along the side with the hair, his tongue laving the moisture clinging there, causing it to tickle. “See what I mean?"

He gazed at her seriously when he was finished. “I still can't decide. This is going to call for further study.” He looked at her pussy like it was the results of a particularly puzzling scientific experiment he was struggling to decipher. Lord, give her strength!

He ran his tongue down the crease in one thigh, and then the other, pausing for a moment to verbally compare the contrast. Then he ran the flat of one tongue down the outer lip of one side, and then once again on the other. After he compared the two, he pinched her inner lips together and ran the point of his tongue down the crease one side, and then the other. From there he gently suckled both lips together in his mouth before spreading them wide to run his tongue down the slit in between.

By this time Mary Elizabeth was squirming. He'd never paid such close attention to her sex before and it was driving her crazy the way he kept stopping and starting, taking time to offer scientific observations between each and every swipe of his tongue.

"Let me see how it feels when I rub my tongue against your clit.” He gave her clit a few licks, stopping when her hips began to pump, betraying her excitement.

"That's nice but it doesn't help me decide. Let's see what difference it makes here.” He spread her lips apart and plunged his tongue inside her hole, flicking it in and out as he fucked her. He brought her right to the edge of release and then stopped.

With an angry growl of frustration, she lunged out of the chair and shoved Hugh onto his back. Following him down, she grabbed his cock with one hand and impaled herself on it. Hands on his chest to balance, she rode him like he was a wild bronco, humping and bucking on him until she came in a gush of fluid. Spent, she sagged upon him until she lay on his chest, his pulsing cock still embedded deep inside.

He stroked her back languidly. “Satisfied now?"

She gave a contented little murmur. “Oh, yeah."

He allowed her to relax for a few moments before sitting up and bringing her with him. “My turn.” He reached out and dragged his pants closer. “Pull my pants onto my legs and put my shoes on my feet.” He stopped her when she went to rise off of him.

"No, don't get up. Spin around.” When she didn't understand what he wanted her to do, he guided her hips with his hands. He rotated her slowly around on his cock until her back was flush with his chest. In this position, she balanced on her knees and leaned forward until she could reach his feet and pull his pants on his legs.

Hugh made her task more difficult. He leaned back on his elbows and contracted the cheeks of his butt, causing his cock to flex inside of her. When she moaned and fumbled with his pants, he laughed. “You aren't finished? What's taking you so long?"

"Hugh, you're not being fair. I can't concentrate with you doing that."

"What? This?” He flexed again and his cock rubbed against the inner walls of her sheath.

Trying to ignore him, she stretched forward to grab his shoe. As she did, she lifted a few inches off of his pelvis until only the tip of his cock remained buried inside. Once she had the shoe on his foot, she sank back down, giving him an excellent view of her vagina swallowing his cock.

He reached forward and spread the cheeks of her ass, guiding her hips into a slow, up and down motion as he lifted her up a few inches, then pulled her back down. The sight of his shiny cock entranced him, disappearing and then reappearing, in and out of her wet sheath.

She bit her lip and struggled to stay on task. He wasn't making it easy for her and several times she got distracted from what she was doing. When she finished, she rested her head on his legs and just enjoyed the sensations he was creating in her body.

"Are you finished?"

"Huh? What? Oh, yeah, I'm done.” His pants were on his legs down around his knees and his shoes were on his feet with the laces tied.

"Good. Turn back around.” He sat still and leaned back out of the way and she slowly rotated back around until she was facing him.

"Brace yourself.” That was all the warning he gave as he planted his feet, lifted his butt and pulled his pants up around his hips. Then he pushed up into a squatting position. The sudden move had her wrapping her arms around his neck and gripping him tightly with her thighs to keep from falling.

"Wrap your legs around my waist and hold on tight.” When she'd done as he'd said, he used his powerful leg muscles to push up into a standing position while holding his pants in place. He lifted her bottom with one hand, still keeping his cock embedded inside and adjusted his pants so that he didn't have to worry about them falling down. He made sure her skirt covered her and gripped her bottom with both hands to hold it and her in place.

"Hugh, what are you doing?” she asked in alarm as he began walking toward the door.

"I'm taking you some place more comfortable.” He took a few more steps and then spun around. “Forgot the keys.” He picked up the keys and slipped them in his pocket; then walked back to the door, side stepping the mess on the floor.

As soon as he opened the door, Mary Elizabeth buried her face against his shoulder. “Don't be embarrassed now,” he told her, deeply amused.

He called to Ralph, “I'm going home. Do me a favor and have someone clean up the mess in my office. You're in charge. Make sure you lock up."

When he walked out of the back door, she looked up at him. “I can't believe you just did that."

He grunted in response and gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to finish this here and now. The stairs just about did him in. With each step he took, her internal muscles clenched and released around him, caressing his cock and pushing him closer to the edge. By the time he got to the door, he was sweating, his control hanging by a thread. “Got to make it to the bed,” he muttered. “Just a few more steps and you'll be on a nice, comfortable bed."

Mary Elizabeth licked his neck and then bit down, giving him a love bite. When she pulled the meat between her teeth and sucked it hard, his control snapped. “Oh fuck, screw the bed."

By this time they were in the apartment. He slammed the door shut and fell with her against it, bracing her back against the door as he drove into her, riding her vigorously. Mary Elizabeth hung there in his arms as he pounded into her, unable to move and loving every minute of it.

The force of his thrusts was violent, causing her head to hit against the door with each impalement. She'd have a headache in the morning but it would be worth it. It didn't take long before Hugh locked his knees and came with a load roar. Good thing she didn't have any neighbors sharing her walls or they'd be banging on them right about now at the racket they were making.

Hugh rested against her for a minute before reaching down to lock the door. “I can't believe I just did that.” He'd lost it, coming in seconds like an untried youth.

He carried her into the room and flipped her back to tumble onto the mattress. He stood over her and began taking off his clothes. “I hope you're not tired because we're just getting started. I have several days of abstinence to make up for. That was just an appetizer."

She gaped in amazement when she saw that he was still hard. “If you like those clothes I suggest you take them off. Otherwise I'll rip them off of you.” She gulped and struggled to remove her clothes quickly.

Hugh placed one knee on the bed and then a hand, crouching over her. “Are you hungry?"

She shook her head no.

"Thirsty?"

Again she shook her head.

"Need to use the bathroom?"

She thought about it for a moment. “No."

"Is there anything you need to do or want to get? Do you have any final words?"

Her eyes got large and she slowly shook her head, signaling no.

"Good.” He grinned, right before he pounced.