Her Wild Bear

by West, Heather

  “I’m determined to get better, though,” Matt retorted. “That must count for something.”

  “I’m sure the log appreciates the thought,” Tawny sniggered. “You know what? Maybe you just need to learn to focus.”

  “I’m sure that’s it,” Matt said as he rolled his eyes.

  “I’m serious!” Tawny blurted out. “Here.” She untied her pants and wriggled out of them. Tossing them to the ground, she perched herself on a thick stump, her knees pulled up and spread wide. She smiled from the feel of the soft breeze tickling her little hairs and Matt’s hungry expression as he stared at her. “If you can learn to focus only on the knives, and completely ignore everything else, you’ll succeed at it. And if you can ignore an invitation like this one, you can ignore anything.”

  “Sure.” Matt choked the word out, his eyes riveted to her exposed pussy.

  Tawny’s heart pounded furiously as he stared at her. She reached down and gently spread her lips wider with her fingers. She subdued a nervous laugh as his eyes widened eagerly. “Now, focus only on the knives. Nothing else exists — only the knives. Let’s see what you can do.”

  Matt grumbled to himself as he picked up a knife and took aim. He glanced over at Tawny, his gaze traveling down along her creamy thighs.

  “Uh-uh,” she chided him. “Only the knives exist.” Her clit began to throb with excitement.

  She could see sweat forming on his face as he turned back to study the log. He took careful aim, and the knife slashed through the air.

  Tawny squealed in surprise as the blade sank deep into a tree, springing straight out. “You did it!” she cried.

  But Matt stood and stared at it in dismay, his shoulders hunched forward. “I wasn’t aiming for the tree,” he moaned. He looked over at her, his face gloomy, but his eyes searching her body. “There’s no way I can focus on anything if you’re exposing yourself to me like that. I know that’s not what you want me to say, but it’s the way it is.”

  “Actually,” Tawny disagreed with a glowing grin, “That’s exactly what I want you to say.”

  She spread her knees a little bit more and fluffed her fur for him with her fingers. She watched Matt’s eyes as they roamed her body, his mounting ache showing in his face. She waited patiently until his eyes met hers, and she held his gaze.

  “Kiss me,” she breathed.

  His chest heaved out as he sucked in a deep breath. His body tensed as he approached her, and she held her legs wide as he bent down and pressed his mouth against hers, resting a warm hand high on her thigh. He drank her in, pouring his heart into her as they kissed. Gently he cupped a hand behind her head, cradling her to him. The world swam in blissful warmth as she tasted him tasting her.

  He drew back, their eyes seeming to reach into each other’s souls. “How was that?” he whispered.

  “That,” Tawny gasped, “was absolutely incredible. But... that’s not where I wanted you to kiss me.”

  His brow furrowed briefly in confusion until she glanced coyly down between her legs.

  “Ah,” he chuckled. He looked at her reluctantly, down at her pussy, then her face. She held her legs open, her labia begging for his attention. At last he smiled and shrugged, stepped around to her feet, and knelt on his knees.

  Hot shivers tumbled through her as Tawny felt his taunting kisses moving slowly up along her calves, working teasingly over her knees. His fingers played up along her thigh until he reached her soft wisps. He tickled her relentlessly and Tawny found it hard not to wriggle too far from his touch.

  As his mouth worked up along her leg he squeezed at her engorged lips with his fingertips. She gasped, her heart skipping, as he forced a finger deep inside of her, touching her tenderness.

  He drew back, his eyes fixed hard on her exposed parts. Tawny felt a sudden embarrassment, her vulnerability rising swiftly to the surface. She clenched her knees together, and shoved a shaking hand down over her little mound.

  But Matt slid his warm hands between her legs and pushed them open. His face resolved and hungry, he pulled her hand away from her pussy and held it to her side as he stared eagerly at her. Tawny could feel her insides trembling with desire and fear. As his eyes examined her she tensed, and she could feel her pussy clenching and releasing as he watched, captivated. Finally, as her humiliation engulfed her, he leaned in.

  Her breath heaved in her chest, her heart racing as his lips crept along her inner thighs with hot, moist tenderness. A ticklish excitement began to boil inside her, and she could feel her pussy already starting to pulse and ache as he reached her hip. He crouched low, his face so close to her that his breath tousled her fur, and she clenched her jaw with anticipation.

  The world toppled into oblivion as his mouth pressed over her pussy. All she knew was the sweet delirium of rapture that burned through her as his tongue slid between her lips and over her pulsing clitoris. He sucked her parts into his mouth, tugging at them, licking at them with his tongue. A flood of delight poured into her and she looked down to watch as his face buried in between her quivering thighs.

  He sucked vigorously at her clit and she squealed in helpless elation. As her body rose involuntarily into pounding exhilaration, she reached a hand down and grabbed at his hair. Her world spun faster and faster in delectable pleasure until, with a scream, she exploded in the waves of her climax.

  As Tawny’s body shuddered, Matt kissed at her legs softly, his gentle lips easing her tenderly down from her orgasm. She gasped for air, gratitude spilling from her in rumbling giggles. She held him there, his face in her hair, until her body fell limp in weak contentment to the cool grass around the stump. She lay there, blissfully helpless, as Matt fondled her body lustily. He slid his hands up under her shirt, pawing and groping at her breasts as he nuzzled his face against her flushed neck. Then he wriggled from his pants and crawled on top of her.

  His hard penis played teasingly between her lips for several long moments before pushing its way deep inside. It filled her, and even amid her drunken stupor she had to arch her back as she accommodated his gratifying size. He clutched at her as he thrust in and out, the tip of him nearly pulling from her with each stroke. Tawny managed to weakly wrap her arms around him and lovingly caressed his strong back until he tensed and shook in satisfying ejaculation. His muscles relaxed, and he trembled as he braced himself over her on his elbows.

  Tawny grinned as his hot breath tickled the little hairs on her neck. She ran her hands down past the small of his back and over the top of his butt, giving him a playful squeeze. After a minute she felt him softening, and a minute later he slid out, his body still perched above her.

  The spinning world slowed to a stop and the forest came into focus once more. “How about breakfast?” Tawny asked. “I’m starved.”

  Matt rolled off of her with a warm chuckle, pulling his pants back on. “I could eat,” he agreed.

  “Can I catch a fish for breakfast?” Tawny asked. “I’d really like to try catching one.”

  Matt stifled a snicker. “Do you have a fishing pole?”

  “No,” she said. “Do you?”

  Matt shook his head slowly. “I don’t. How do you plan to catch one?”

  Tawny’s face scrunched inquisitively. “How do you catch fish? Don’t you just spear them?”

  “Sometimes, but not usually,” Matt admitted. “But it’s much harder than it looks. It takes a lot of practice to learn to spear fish.”

  “How do you usually fish?” Tawny persisted.

  It was a struggle for Matt to keep from squirming. He stared into the sky, considering how to answer. “It’s a trade secret,” he finally responded.

  “Really?” Tawny smirked incredulously. “I’m serious; how do you catch fish without a pole or spearing them?”

  Matt sighed. “I jump in after them,” he finally answered. “I’m experienced and quick enough to grab them with my hands.”

  “Seriously?” Tawny’s eyebrows raised. “That’s impressive.”
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br />   “That’s what I’m saying,” Matt laughed. “There’s no way you’d catch one — no offense.”

  “Maybe I have a trade secret of my own,” Tawny suggested.

  “Do you?”

  She grinned. “As a matter of fact, I do. I learned some survival techniques from my dad. I can catch a fish with a few sticks.”

  “Sticks?” Matt asked, rolling his eyes. “How do you do that?”

  “Well,” Tawny explained, “a fish can’t swim backwards. If you take some sticks and shove them into the mud around the bank of a river to form some walls, you can build a little trap. You make a kind of short maze, where the fish goes in after some bait and then gets stuck because he can’t turn around.”

  Matt grinned. “That’s a ridiculous amount of work when the fish is just swimming around, waiting to be pulled out of the water.”

  “For you, maybe. But I need a way to trap him.”

  Tawny rolled onto her side, reaching out to fiddle absently with Matt’s hair. “You know, you should be nicer to me instead of making fun. Now you’re going to need to make it up to me. I suppose you’re not the type to get a girl flowers, huh? You’re probably not one for romance.”

  Matt looked over into her eyes and watched her study him. “I actually don’t really know,” Matt said with a sigh. “To be honest, I haven’t really courted a girl before. I mean, you and I sort of skipped that part entirely.”

  “‘Courted’?” Tawny laughed. “What century are you from, anyhow?”

  “Well, what would you call it?” Matt reached an arm around Tawny and pulled her onto him. She laid her head gently into his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

  “Dating?” Tawny suggested. “I guess I would call it dating.”

  They lay together in silence as the morning took form around them. As the sun began to warm Tawny’s naked legs, she pushed herself to her feet and put her pants back on.

  “I’ve got an idea,” Matt offered as he stood up. “I know a great place for breakfast, and a little romance as well.”

  Tawny gave him an inquisitive glance, but he took her hand without another word and led her up along an overgrown animal trail that wound through the towering trees. Soon they came out into a small meadow and Tawny’s breath caught in her chest as she looked around at the tall grasses.

  “Are you thirsty?” Matt asked, motioning for her to follow him around a little knoll.

  She walked behind him timidly, her eyes widening as she saw the bubbling little waterfall that tumbled into a creek below. She watched as Matt drank, cupping his hands to capture the water and sucking it out. She reached into the falling water. It was icy on her skin. She drank in several gulps, amazed at how delicious and crisp it was.

  “And if you look, you’ll notice there’s berry bushes up along the other bank,” Matt pointed out. “There’s black raspberries, salmon berries, and huckleberries. But the huckleberries aren’t ripe yet.”

  Tawny stared up at the thick bushes. After a minute she noticed the small dark bunches hanging on the vines.

  “Or,” Matt offered with a shrug, “there are some apples just starting to ripen on those trees over there.”

  “Apples?” Tawny perked with interest.

  Matt sauntered over to one of the trees and Tawny watched as he climbed expertly up into the branches, a little surprised at how enticing it was for her. She followed him and stood beneath him as he perched in the tree.

  “Here’s a ripe one,” he called out, dropping a small red apple down into her hands. “And here’s another one.”

  Tawny carefully studied the two little apples. “They’re tiny, aren’t they?” she noted.

  “God,” Matt mused, “if I had a nickel for every time I heard that.”

  Tawny looked up at the bulge in his pants with gleaming eyes. “I’m fairly certain you’ve never heard that before in your life.”

  He went quiet, looking down fondly at her as he took a bite from an apple.

  “Oh,” he started, his mouth still full of apple. He clambered down along the tree. “How could I forget? It’s the most important thing.”

  He took Tawny’s hand again, leading her briskly up to the top of the hill. She came up behind him and leaned against a large rock, the sun warm on her back. The little creek gurgled past and Tawny gazed up along the far bank, her breath catching in her chest.

  The entire hillside was covered in small orange flowers with dark spots, the bloom hanging down while the petals turned upward. Long stems protruded from the flowers, the tips covered in pollen.

  “Those are tiger lilies,” Matt whispered as Tawny stared at the wall of color. “And down along the rocks on this side, ” Matt said, motioning to a sea of brilliant purple flowers, “are monkey flowers. Earlier in the spring we had the cherry trees covered in blossoms — it’s too bad you missed that.” He glanced eagerly at Tawny, then back to the hillside. “Now, I haven’t exactly brought you flowers,” he admitted, “I’ve more or less brought you to flowers. On the other hand, these will last for weeks.”

  Tawny swallowed, tears swelling in her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “I love it. Thank you.”

  Matt stepped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She felt his warm lips touching her ear.

  “But…” Tawny hesitated, cuddling back into Matt as she stared at the short bushes of purple flowers. “Are they seriously called ‘monkey’ flowers, or are you just making that up? It sounds like a weird euphemism for something else.”

  “Would I lie to you about something so important?” Matt teased.

  Tawny shrugged and pushed herself from his arms with a giggle. “That would be a question for you, don’t you think?”

  She ambled down along the hill toward the stream, stripping her clothes off as she went. As she reached the edge of a deep pool she looked back coyly over her shoulder to see Matt following a few yards back, his shirt off and untying his pants, with his gaze steadfast on her ass.

  Tawny wiggled her hips flirtatiously and lowered herself into the icy waters. Her nipples went instantly stiff.

  Once she got over the shock of the cold, Tawny dipped beneath the water and slithered to the other side of the pool. She burst out of the depths, grinning, and watched as Matt clambered, naked, into the ripples.

  He started to make his way toward her, but Tawny put up her hand to stop him. “Not so fast, young man,” she ordered.

  Matt hesitated, then ducked beneath the surface. Tawny could see his form in the clear water, and watched as he soaked in the cold for a moment before drifting back up. He shook his hair wildly and it fell in long, wet strands down to his shoulders.

  “Okay,” Tawny grinned. “Now I want to see if your balls have shriveled up in this icy water. Get up on the bank and show me.”

  Matt chuckled and swam over to where she sat while she huffed in objection. “I’ll show you plenty,” he muttered, pulling her close.

  Tawny’s heart thudded with excitement as she laid one hand on his chest, gripping at his bulging muscle. With the other hand she groped under the water until she found his privates.

  “Oh!” she gasped. “Well, this part isn’t shriveled, that’s for sure.” She gripped his staff and gave it a playful squeeze. She nuzzled closer into him, bending in to kiss at his chilled nipple.

  Matt kissed along her face with heated tenderness. His hands roamed eagerly over her nude body, swooping up over her back and shoulders, then alighting lustfully on her breasts. She arched her back so he could touch her, struggling to keep her eyes open as the sensual craving overtook her.

  Reaching both arms around Matt, Tawny pulled him in close and pressed her hungry lips to his mouth. He ran his hands slowly down over her shoulders, tickled the small of her back, and cupped her ass playfully.

  Tawny pulled her face away, catching his eyes with her own. Her heart thudded as she felt his gaze dive into her soul. She shuddered, a fear swelling in her that he would see her pain, or that he would fi
nd the dark secrets she hid from even herself. Almost weightless in the water, she buoyed herself up and wrapped herself around his body, holding him firmly between her thighs, and lowered herself down over him.

  Matt grunted in pleasure as he slipped within her, accepting her, loving her in spite of the darkness inside of her. She was embarrassed to have Matt watch her tearing up, but still held his gaze steadfast as she moved herself back and forth on him. As his ecstasy rose, Matt closed his eyes, leaving Tawny to watch his pleasured face as she gave herself quietly to him. She longed to pin him to the ground, his stripped body nestled in the tall grass, and ravish him until the fire that burned in the pit of her stomach was quenched.

  She daydreamed, even with him already clenched in her arms, of strapping him to the bed or to a tree. The thoughts of having him helpless for her sexual assault seemed to her desperately depraved, and yet it drove her arousal to new heights. As the thought of him chained to a stoned wall, naked and vulnerable as she whipped him, forced its way into her thoughts, she shuddered in horror at her own degeneracy.