Bear continued fucking me with his words. “That dress you’re wearing makes me want to push my cock between your fucking tits.” His erratic breathing became harder and faster. “I can see your hard nipples.” He licked his lips. “Are you thinking about me tasting them?” He ran his fingertips over the rounded mounds of my breasts, then snaked a finger into the top of my dress, grazing a rough fingertip within millimeters of my nipple.

Tease.

Bear pulled back slightly and looked down at me. His gaze was dark. A mixture of lust and pain. His eyebrows knitted together. “It’s been too fucking long since I’ve touched you,” he said, the pad of his thumb finally making contact with the hardened peak of my nipple. As much as I tried to contain myself, I couldn’t. I moaned loudly, and it was as much because of the contact as it was because he quickly removed his hand from my dress, and I immediately wanted it back. He reached down, his fingers trailing up my thigh and back into my dress, stopping just short of the edge of my panties.

“I can feel how hot your pussy is for me and I’m not even touching it yet,” Bear groaned into my neck. “Let’s see if you’re as wet as you are warm.” Pushing the scrap of cotton to the side, he slowly dragged one long finger over my clit and into the wetness between my folds, causing me to buck against him when he traced my inner lips. “Holy shit. You’re so fucking wet, baby. So fucking beautiful,” he said, pulling his finger out and popping it in his mouth and I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. “Fuck, I missed the way you taste,” he said, as if he’d just taken a bite of the most heavenly dessert there was.

His eyes locked onto mine as he gave his finger one last lick before closing the space between us and crushing his mouth to mine. The second my lips parted and I could taste myself on his tongue I was lost in the sensations of Bear and our connection, which had only grown stronger during our time apart.

I’d lost the war of words while Bear had clearly won the battle over my body. He pulled back just enough to speak, but not enough to sever the connection of our lips. His tongue still licking and tasting me between words. “We can still fight if you want, fuck knows I’m still angry enough, but if we are, we’re gonna do it with my cock inside your pussy. While I’m filling you. Stretching you. Feeling what’s mine.”

I shuddered. A full body shudder that was so strong I wouldn’t have been surprised if my teeth started chattering.

“Let’s go inside,” I suggested on a whisper. He smelled like soap, sweat, cigarettes, and need. The hard lines of his rippling muscles contracted rapidly as he struggled for more air. For more me.

For more us.

My breathing matched his as he grabbed the back of my neck and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, groaning when he released it, pressing his forehead to mine. “There has never ever been anyone like you,” Bear said softly. “You’re it for me, Ti. Don’t ever doubt that. But you’ve been a bad, bad girl.” The corners of his mouth turned upward in a crooked smile, his cock throbbing through his jeans against my belly. My insides ached and throbbed and pulsed, and whatever else they were capable of doing at the anticipation of Bear being inside me again. I wondered what was taking him so long to strip me bare and take me against the fucking wall.

Bear was as beautiful as he was hard. He was as complex as he was simple. He was both the storm and the calm. The fear and the solace. The rage and the peace.

My life and my love.

He was also the biggest fucking tease who was two seconds away from making me explode. “What are you waiting for?” I asked, my chest heaving like I was about to have a heart attack, my nipples so hard they felt as if they were about to fall off. My need dripped embarrassingly down the inside of my thigh.

Bear lowered his voice. “I was thinking that bad girls who don’t listen should be punished, and that maybe I should make you wait for what you want.”

Oh hell no.

I was about to take him up on his original suggestion to keep the fight going while we fucked when he dropped to his knees and dug his fingers painfully into my hips. He lifted my dress, pressed his face between my legs, and inhaled deeply. He licked over my panties, his tongue warm and wet through the fabric. “Your pussy smells like fucking heaven. Never smelt anything so good.”

“So fuck me,” I said, closing my eyes and leaning further back against the wall. Bear’s hold on my waist was the only thing keeping me upright. He stood back up, parted my thighs with his knee and rocked forward, running his shaft over my clit. “Is this what you want, baby?” he asked playfully. “Maybe you should beg for it.”

I was painfully aroused, my pussy contracting and clenching around nothing when it should have been massaging Bear’s cock as he drove it in and out of me. I was seconds away from giving Bear what he wanted and begging him to fuck me, but I had a better idea on how to end this game he was playing.

In a bold move I reached out and palmed his erection through his jeans. Immediately he threw his head back and hissed as he inhaled sharply though clenched teeth. “Fuck,” he groaned, rocking forward into my palm.

I removed my hand and pushed on his chest, catching him slightly off guard. His step faltered, but he quickly recovered. “What are you doing, little girl?” he asked, his deep vibrating voice massaging me from the inside out, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I took a step forward and lifted my dress over my head, tossing it to the ground. His gaze darted to my naked chest, and maybe it was the way he was looking at me, or maybe it was the way he licked his plump lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth like he was preparing to swallow me whole.

Or maybe it was just that I was ready to take what was mine and I was tired of waiting.

I rolled my nipples between my fingers and Bear’s mouth dropped open. “I missed your perfect tits,” he said, nostrils flaring. Again he dropped to his knees, this time to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. Gently at first and then harder making me gasp. He rolled his tongue over it slowly and then faster and faster, the same way he would when he was licking my clit. I held on to the sides of his head for support, threading my hands through his long hair as he moved from one nipple to the other, leaving each sensitive peak for just enough time for them to turn cold in the warm night air.

He stood abruptly and kissed me hard. Wrapping his arms around me, he held me tightly against him, almost too tight. It wasn’t just a passionate kiss. It was a message. This was Bear telling me that I was still his. That he wasn’t ever letting me go.