Her First Time With A Bear (BBW Shifter Romance) (10 page)

“You OK?” he asked, kissing her neck, and then sucking her nipples, making her relax, and sending messages to her sex, telling her how much she needed to come.

Paris raised her knees, and lifted her mound to press against him, her clit throbbing as strong sensations filled her body. “Yes,” she said, her hands pressing against his butt, encouraging him to carry on, to make her come. “Please, make love to me.”

The stinging soon passed when he started to move again. Now he pressed harder, filling her completely in a couple of thrusts. He lay still again, and she adjusted to his wide girth, her inner walls stretching for him. When he moved this time, it was less gentle, more forceful.

Wes pulled out of her, and then thrust forward, his cock filling her over and over again. Her inner walls gripped him tightly, the sensations were incredible, and she wanted desperately to know if it was the same for him.

When she opened her eyes, which she had not realised she had screwed up, she saw him watching her, and could tell he was hanging on by a thread himself. The tension in his face telling her all she needed to know. Paris wanted to see him let go, he had given her two orgasms already, and it was time she returned the favour.

She stroked his back, and over his butt, feeling his powerful muscles as he jerked forward, thrusting into her. She marvelled at his strength and control, because hers was slipping. All at once, she crashed over the edge, his cock filling her, and then her sex pulsed around him, and gripped him tight as her muscles spasmed.

With a loud cry, he followed her over the edge, his hand gripping the pillow either side of her head, his knuckles white. She watched as his face contorted into something resembling pain, and then relief washed over him as his cock spurted into the condom, filling it with his seed.

This new sensation took her to new heights of pleasure. It was one thing to have an orgasm, but to experience it simultaneously with another person, with your mate. That was something else.

Whatever he had expected, this was more. He had had sex with women, many women if he was truthful, but this was different, deeper. A cry escaped him; the bear was knocking at the door of his consciousness. It was the first time that he had ever been so close to both his sides before.

This was what it was to lie with your true mate, and he knew that nothing else would be enough again. Casual sex was a thing of the past, Paris was his future now. He hoped they could build a life together, one that would mean her leading her life, as she wanted, but being under his protection, and his body.

He kissed her tenderly. “I hope I didn’t hurt you too much.”

“No,” she said, stroking his face and then running her fingers down his chest. “It was better than I imagined. Was it good for you?” she asked shyly.

“Incredible. I am so grateful you came into my bar. I can’t believe you were here for months and I didn’t know who you were.”

“Then we have my mom to thank for something,” she said, kissing his chest now, and his cock responded, not that it took much for him to feel intensely aroused when she was around. Having her lying naked in his arms was always going to make him hard and ready to take her over and over. If he had his way, she would be sore and unable to walk straight by the morning. He had to restrain himself; he had the rest of his life with her. He only had to make her see it.

“You’re hard again already!” she said, sounding shocked.

“Hmm, I can’t help it. Now I’ve had you once it’s hard to resist you.”

Paris turned his face to hers, “Then make love to me again.”

“Paris, are you sure?”

“Oh, yes. Very.”

Wes did not need to be asked twice. They were lying on their sides; it was the only way they both fit in her narrow bed. He lifted her leg, draping it over his thigh, and then his fingers slid along her slit, finding her wet and aroused. Remembering the condoms, he reached down and got another one, sliding it on himself to save time.

In one swift movement, he held himself against her warm wet sex, and pushed up into her. She gasped; he filled her in one movement, needing to feel her heated sex sheathing his cock completely. With a steady rhythm, he pushed up and pulled out of her, working hard to hold himself back.

He gritted his teeth, taking deep steadying breaths to contain himself. Soon, very soon, he would have to take her hard and swift, but this was still too new for her. Still his thrusts became harder, and she put her hands on his back and dug her nails in. The pain exquisite to Wes, he liked his women full of passion and lust, and Paris seemed to have both, he simply had to teach her to unleash it. Then their love making would rock her world, and no doubt break her little bed.

Wes was coming now; his hand slid around her and held her bottom in place so he could pump his seed deep into her. Paris peaked, her nails digging deeper into his flesh, they would leave marks, even if they did not draw blood.

It excited him, especially when she cried out, her voice high pitched and out of control. She shared his passion, and one day that passion would create a new life, she was the woman he would breed with. When she was ready, they would be a family. A secure family, their child would never feel the abandonment Paris must feel.

As she stilled in his arms he held her close. “I will always be here for you Paris.”

“I know,” she said wearily.

They stayed like this, eventually falling asleep. All their cares forgotten for this brief moment.

Paris woke to the sound of the phone ringing. She struggled out of bed, Wes blocking her in with his large, sleeping body, and ran reluctantly downstairs. This was not how she had wanted to wake up with Wes on their first morning together. It was meant to be slow and romantic, perhaps with more sex thrown in, not a mad rush down the stairs.

However, the phone hardly ever rang, so it had to be an emergency to some degree. Reaching for it, she picked it up to hear her mom's tearful voice. “You took your time, Paris.”

“Hi, Mom,” Paris said, flopping down onto the sofa. “What can I do for you?”

“I’m coming home.” Her mom sniffed, her voice wavering.

“Already. I thought you were settled there, that you’d got a job.”

“No. Never happened. Now the guy I’ve been staying with says his girlfriend is due back in two days, and I’ll have to leave. Can you believe it?”

Paris certainly could. “OK. Well take care coming home and I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

Paris was in no mood to listen to her mom's sob story, for once she felt selfish and wanted to get back upstairs to Wes. After all, she had to get to her job in town in an hour, so there was little time.

“Can you wire me the money for a bus ticket?”

“No, Mom. I don’t have any cash. Can’t you hitch a lift like you did to get there?”

“I’m tired, and I not in the mood. I want to get on a bus and come home. You get paid today, don’t you?”

“No, tomorrow. It’s the rent money, and there's no food in the house.”

“Ask Ted, and I’ll sort it out when I get back. Perhaps we can both work at the bar, be more money coming in.”

Paris thought of Wes. There was no way she could work there if her mom did too. It would be too weird, and anyway, her mom would try and work the situation in her favour every chance she got. Paris did not want to become a pawn in her mom's game of life again.

“We’ll talk about it when you get home. I’ll see what I can do about the money.”

“OK. I’ll tell you where to send it.” Her mom gave her the details. ”If you send it by four I can get it before they close. Then I can be home tomorrow or Monday.”

“I’ll have to ask Ted if he can pay me early. But I’m not promising.”

“I’m sure he will, you know how much he treasures you,” her mom said, making her feel like a pet dog. But then of course, her mom had no idea she was a full blown woman now, not an innocent little virgin.

That conversation could certainly wait a few days.

“Bye, Mom,” Paris said, and hung up. She sat for a long while thinking things over. Her life had been more complicated when her mom left, but nothing like it was going to be when she came back now things had moved on between her and Wes.

“Hey, thought you had gone and left without saying goodbye.” Wes appeared at the top of the stairs.

“Sorry,” she said getting up and giving him a hug.

“What’s up? No regrets?”

“No,” she said kissing him. “Nothing like that. My mom is coming home.”

“Ohh. You think she won’t approve?”

“Are you kidding? She’s going to drive us both nuts, wanting special treatment I would imagine. She'll be ecstatic, she always thought I was her frumpy daughter who would never get a man, won’t be able to stop herself boasting about me going out with you.”

He cracked a grin, and then kissed her swiftly. “So we’re going out?”

“Oh, I thought...after...”

“I’m joking, I wasn’t sure if you might take some persuading in the cold light of day. Last night was a bit off the wall.”

She remembered back to seeing him change into a bear. “She is never to know what you are though, right?”

“No. I don’t like asking you to keep secrets from your mom, but it’s not something that is supposed to be public knowledge, I could get into trouble.”

“Who with, is there like some shape shifter police or something?”

“Not quite. But there is a council, and they take these things very seriously. If they think someone is a threat they will take steps to keep it from them.”

“Even if it is a true mate?”

“Yes. Even then.”

“Wow. And you abide by it?”

“Some more than others. I am not ruled by the council, but that doesn't stop me wanting to protect my secret.”

She looked at the clock again. “I have to shower, and get to work. Can we talk about this later?”

“Sure,” he said, and then caught her hand as she passed him by. “I could always shower with you.”

She kissed him, and then pushed him away. “You are so hard to resist. But I am going to be late enough as it is. Make yourself breakfast if you like.” She headed for the stairs, then turned back, “On second thoughts I wouldn’t bother unless you want rice, that’s about all there is left.”

“How are you managing like this?” he asked, frowning.

“Well, I might drop a few pounds, you never know.”

He came to her swiftly and turned her towards him, nuzzling her neck. “I sincerely hope not, I like you just the way you are.”

Their lips met briefly, before she pushed him gently away. “I have to go. Promise me we’ll pick up right here later.”

“Wild horses could not stop me,” he said.

She grinned at him. “I hope not.”

“Do you want a lift to work?”

“No. I’ll be safe enough.”

Are you sure? It’s no trouble.”

Paris could tell he was trying not to insist, and she loved him all the more for it. However, she had to make him see she was capable of looking after herself. “No, you go home. I hope everything settled down at the bar after we left last night.”

“I haven't heard otherwise, and the regulars would have offered to help out if there was any further trouble.”

“I’ll see you after work then.”

“Can I at least come and pick you up?”

“OK.” She relented, not wanting to appear stubborn.

“Then I will see you about five?”

“Yes,” she replied.

He gave her a kiss on the cheek, groaned as he tore himself away, and disappeared out of the door.

Paris went upstairs and ran the shower, quickly diving under the warm water. She leaned back against the wall and listened to the sound of his truck starting up and him driving away. She would give anything to be with him now, but she had to work, and sort out what she was going to do with about her mom,

If she asked Ted, he would certainly let her have her wages today; she could wire them to her mom later. All her hard earned money gone, she only hoped her mom would come back and help her earn it back, or else the rent would not be paid. Her money from the bar was not enough to cover it all, not if she ever planned to eat again in the next couple of weeks.

Surely, she would come back and get her act together again. One could never tell with her mom. It was just as likely she would meet someone on the bus and go off in another direction, her daughter once again forgotten.

As she dried her hair, Paris realised she had no real choice, it was her mom. She would arrange to send the money and deal with whatever consequences there were later.

***

Catching the bus into town, she made her way to work. Ted's garage was about a mile away from her college, and she got off the bus at her usual stop and walked there, allowing her thoughts to wander. Her life was mixed up. Wes’s secret was huge, and last night in the heat of their passion she had not had chance to let his words sink in.

Now, here in the real world, it all seemed too far fetched. Yet she had seen him with her own eyes, there was no other explanation for what had happened. None. Walking down the street, she watched other people, how many of them were like Wes. How many had this huge secret that they kept hidden?

Going to work tonight was going to be even more difficult, she would have to get hold of herself or else she might spend so much time staring at the customers they would leave. It was not because she was scared, but instead she was fascinated, and had so many questions she needed to ask. Was she allowed to ask? She did not know.

“Penny for them,” Ted as said as she walked into his office, forgetting where she was.

“Oh, hi Ted. Sorry, lot on my mind.”

“I’m sure you have, news is your mom has left for a while.”

“How did you know?” she asked.

“Word gets around. You know how it is.” Ted shrugged, “I only want to check you’re OK, managing.”

“Thanks Ted,” Paris said. She had known Ted for a few months now, and he had always been good to her. “She rang this morning to say she's ready to come home.”

“That was quick,” he said looking surprised. “Is it because those two guys have come this way? She’s missing them, knowing your mom.”