They lay like that for a moment, clenched together, clutching each other, and then Rachel felt Bastian’s cock slip out of her and he rolled to the side, lying beside her. She felt the loss of his body against hers deep within her soul, and for a second, she felt empty, but then she concentrated on trying to get her breath back, and she only felt satisfied, her heavy and leaden muscles sated and warm.
Once she felt like she could move again, she rolled to face Bastian. He turned his head in her direction and smiled at her. She returned his smile and shuffled closer to him. He slipped his arm beneath her head so she could rest it on his shoulder, and then he pulled her closer, wrapping his arm around her. She put her hand on his stomach and traced circles with her fingernails, hooking her leg over his.
“Well, I think that was better than any glass of wine could have been,” Bastian said after a moment.
Rachel could hear the humor in his voice and she laughed softly.
“Yeah, just a little bit,” she said. “Mind you, I do have a great bottle of white wine in the fridge.”
They laughed and then they fell into a comfortable silence and Rachel just allowed herself to enjoy the moment, the feeling of her body pressed against Bastian’s. Already, she wanted him again, but she didn’t think she could handle another orgasm like that. Not yet. It had blown her mind, and the sex with Bastian had been by far the best sex she had ever had.
As she lay in the darkness, Rachel realized that Bastian’s breathing had leveled off, becoming slow and deep and even, and she risked glancing at him to see if he was asleep. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, and Rachel felt her insides stirring just looking at him. God, he was hot. She put her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, but although she was tired, sleep evaded her for the moment as her thoughts swirled through her mind.
She couldn’t help but remember how the bear inside of her had stirred as she had hit her climax and how, for the first time, feeling it moving inside of herself hadn’t disgusted her. She had had sex since she had been turned into a bear, but her bear had never reacted like that. It was like even the animal side of her knew that Bastian was special.
She smiled to herself. He really was special. After such a short time together, she already felt as though they had an extraordinary connection. Her smile faded when she remembered he was only in town for one night and that he would be leaving tomorrow. Although the thought of never seeing him again broke her heart, she knew it was for the best. If he was local, there was no way she would be strong enough to resist seeing him again, and she couldn’t risk him finding out what she really was.
She reminded herself that she had been perfectly fine before he came along, and she would be perfectly fine again after he had gone away. And, she thought, if she told herself that often enough, she might even start to believe it.
Rachel could feel Bastian’s seed running out of her, coating her thighs. She debated going to the bathroom, but she didn’t want to move, she was so warm and comfortable. And it wasn’t like it could do her any harm. She didn’t know a lot about being a bear, but she had learned that she couldn’t contract any human diseases, including sexually transmitted ones, and that she couldn’t get pregnant by a human, so Bastian’s seed inside of her was just a nice reminder of their time together.
If he had asked her about birth control, she had been planning on telling him she was on the pill, and if he had asked about a condom, she would have gone along with him wearing one rather than trying to explain that they didn’t need one. But he hadn’t even brought it up. Rachel smiled to herself. He had been too intent on touching her, too caught up in the moment to even think about stopping to grab a condom.
When she finally fell asleep, she had a smile on her face, thinking about Bastian being as unable to resist her as had been unable to resist him.
4
Bastian’s eyes opened and he closed them again as sunlight streamed in through the window and made them hurt. He opened them again, more cautiously this time. He blinked a couple of times until his eyes adjusted to the bright light, and smiled when he remembered where he was. He was in Rachel’s bed, and she was lying beside him, still sleeping.
He cast his mind back to the night before, how he had known from the moment he set eyes on Rachel that he had to have her, and how she had evidently felt the same way about him, inviting him to go back to her place with her. His mind lingered on the sex they had had last night, and he remembered how tight her pussy had been, how wet she had been. He thought about how she had screamed his name as she came, and how he had had the best orgasm of his life.
He turned toward Rachel now. She was lying on her side, her back to him. Her blonde hair cascaded down her back, looking golden in the sunlight streaming in the window where the drapes remained open. He reached out and swept the hair away from her shoulder and kissed along its length, moving his lips to her neck. She stirred and groaned and then she glanced over her shoulder as he moved his lips away.
Her face was still clouded with sleep and
