more I thought about it, the more pleasure I felt.
He reached down and clasped a hand around my dick, pumping the shaft long and hard and I shuddered against him.
I wanted to come inside him. I wanted to share that intimate moment with no one but the man beside me.
I reached for my bag at the top of the bed and Caleb watched me pull out a small tube of lubricant.
"You came prepared?" he asked, a slight smile breaking out on his handsome face. I kissed his cheek.
Of course I did. Ever since our kiss, I'd fantasized about nothing but gently easing my dick into him and with the hotel room booked, I didn't want to waste the opportunity by coming unprepared.
Ever the optimist, I squeezed some into my palms and rubbed them together before coating his hole with it.
He sighed deeply when my fingers touched him.
I massaged the liquid onto my own cock, rubbing up and down in smooth, long stokes. I was almost playing with myself and if I continued for long enough, I'd come before I'd even got a chance to go inside him.
"Ready?"
"Ready." He answered, looking at me with large, open eyes. I didn't know if I saw fear, lust or a mixture of both in them, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.
The anticipation almost killed me as I felt the all too familiar tug of transformation in my stomach.
The bear in me knew I was about to mate and I shook my head to clear all thoughts of it. I wanted to think of Caleb and Caleb only.
I put my fingers to his now slippery hole and used two to gently slide just into the opening as I felt him tense up.
"Should I stop?" I asked taking my hand away but he shook his head vigorously.
"No, no don't."
I carried on, putting both of my fingers in. He reached up and wrapped his arms around my neck.
"I've got you." I whispered hoping to comfort, though really, it was undiscovered territories for me too. I'd never had sex with a man before and everything I did, I hoped and prayed I wouldn't hurt him.
I slid my fingers in and out of him, moving them around to explore. He clung to me tightly, breathing and groaning deep into my neck.
"Still okay?" I asked, my voice breathy with arousal at the sounds he was making.
"Yes, damn it!" he growled, bucking his hips against my hand and I felt a swell of pride as I realized that I really was pleasuring him.
I took my fingers away, looking down at him. I wanted him. The moment I'd been waiting for, the part that I'd been up at night thinking about.
I held on to my lubed cock, rubbing it against his erection before sliding it down and poking it at the entrance to his hole. Again, he clung to me, fingers digging into the back of my neck and the other hand lost in my hair.
I looked into his light eyes as they waited for what was to come.
"Relax." I whispered against the side of his face.
I felt his grip on my neck loosen slightly and I pushed my dick into him little by little until the head was in completely.
"Henry..." I heard him groan.
"More?"
"Yes." I pushed further, sliding in him easily.
I looked at him; eyes closed tightly, teeth clenched and eyebrows furrowed, ready for me and the thought almost made me come inside him.
I slid all of myself in until I could go no further and cried out as the pleasure hit me.
He felt good. Too good and I stopped for a moment, allowing myself to get back the control that had started to slip away.
I slid back and then thrust in again and he shouted out my name and held on tighter.
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! " He cried as I pumped my cock in and out of him as fast as I could.
I felt my body shaking and I heard a growl fill the room, sending goose pimples over my skin.
I opened my eyes, Caleb was staring at me, wide eyed and I realized the growl had come from me.
I felt my body start to shake and as though on autopilot, I continued to pound into him feeling the tension building up inside me. Was I going to come or turn? I couldn't be sure but his tight hole around my cock was going to be my
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