Her Wild Bear by Heather West Read Free Book Online Page A

unnerved at how alluring it was that she was so comfortable doing it.
     
    Matt took Tawny by the hand and led her down along the trail that followed the river. She watched him carve a spear from a stick and catch several large trout. They slipped from their clothes and played in the water, flirting and pawing at each other whenever they got close. Later they took Tawny’s clothes to the river and washed them, hanging them from tree limbs to dry.
     
    Matt stacked wood in the cabin fireplace and worked to get the flame going while Tawny hunted through every nook and cranny of the little place, searching for anything she hadn’t already seen. From under the bed she pulled several long cords of hemp rope, and turned them over in her hands. She looked up to see Matt fanning the fire as the logs burst into flames, the heat pouring out through the room.
     
    Calmly, slowly, Tawny sat down on the bed and wrapped a rope around her wrist, tying it off. She leaned over and tied the other end to the bedpost, securing it firmly. Matt turned to watch her, and she gave him a submissive, pleading stare.
     
    He stood up and walked to the bed, towering over her. She lowered her head and looked up into his eyes, handing him the other ropes with her free hand. He took them from her and watched her fidget nervously on the bed for a moment before taking her free wrist and wrapping the rough rope around it. She gasped in shock as he pushed her down onto the bed and reached over her, tying her wrist to the other bed post. He straddled her body and unfastened her pants, pulling the buckskin quickly down over her legs to expose her thighs and pussy.
     
    Dropping the pants to the floor, Matt tenderly tied her ankles to the footboard, her body fully spread-eagle and vulnerable on the covers.
     
    She squirmed in feigned desperation, her heart thrilling as the ropes held her solid. Matt pulled a knife and slit her shirt open along the front, pulling the sides apart to reveal her heaving breasts. Her nipples were hard and quivering. He leaned over her and sucked them softly.
     
    Tawny whimpered and groaned with every sensuous touch of Matt’s hands on her body, his mouth on her skin. She squealed as he drew her swollen lips into his mouth and pressed his tongue into her wetness. He teased her clitoris until the erotic heat inside her grew unbearable.
     
    “Please rub my pussy,” she cried softly. “Please, I need to come, right now!”
     
    But instead Matt worked his fingers up over her stomach to her nipples, twisting them cruelly.
     
    “Oh god, Matt,” Tawny groaned, “I’ll do anything you want — anything! Just grab my clit and make me come, please!”
     
    He lowered his lips back over her velvety mound, kissing her, tasting her juices, licking deep through every inch of her labia, but only glancing his touch over her screaming little pearl. She wriggled and fought, eager to clasp herself with her own hand, but the ropes held her tight. Tawny gasped and writhed, the lusts so deep and overwhelming that they were painful. Her mind reeled with need. She felt herself swallowed up within them, all traces of herself melting in the desires like an ice cube tumbling into flowing lava.
     
    “You want to come?” Matt goaded. “Are you sure you’ll let me do anything I want then?”
     
    “Anything!” Tawny shrieked. “Just make me come, please!”
     
    He tickled and teased her pussy while he pulled his own clothes off. He stood naked next to the bed, his long penis and bulging testicles swaying back and forth, and ran his fingers between her trembling labia, all the way up.
     
    Tawny arched and squirmed, the tensions streaking skyward until they blasted through her like glittering fireworks. She shook mindlessly as she peaked, the orgasm shutting down every other part of her body, floating in erotic ecstasy as enormous swells of pleasures engulfed her for eternities. She squirted floods of ejaculate over the blankets and screamed