Chapter 23 #2
She was part devil, I was starting to think. There were always multiple layers to her thinking, and that was part of what had me dying to taste her, to feel her again. Even these couple of minutes waiting for whatever she was doing in there had me on edge, excitement rushing through my skin.
I heard her voice from just around the corner of the door. “No making fun of me,” she stated.
“Well you know I can’t guarantee that,” I spouted out. “But it’ll be good-natured. That, I promise.”
“Ugh. Fine.” She appeared in the doorframe, and my eyes grew to twice their normal size.
“Holy shit . . . you look . . .”
“Ridiculous?”
“Sexy as fuck.”
She was wearing the X-rated version of the sexy Halloween costumes women in college sometimes wore. She had ridiculously big ears and a big furry white tail.
As she slowly—and sexily, I might add—sashayed toward me, I realized what she was.
A bunny.
Her eyes fixed on me and she must have processed my realization.
“Te gusta?” she asked. “Do you like tit? I mean it?”
I smiled. “Me gusta mucho. Both of those things. And como se dice ‘puck bunny?’ en Espanol?”
She paused, lingering on the edge of the bed. “Conejito de Puck.”
I swallowed hard. My arousal was so high it was maddening. She stayed just out of my touch at the foot of the bed. I had been a dick about the whole puck bunny thing before. So I was genuinely curious what was going through her amazing little head.
“I like how that sounds, a lot. How about we just leave it at that?”
I had my hands behind my head as she crawled toward me on all fours, then ran one finger from my collarbone, down the ridge of my abdominals, until she stopped it just short of my cock, as she got her revenge for the way I teased her in the kitchen.
“I do like the Spanish word,” she whispered, biting my ear a little. “But I decided it’s okay if I’m not a puck bunny, and I’m really a fuck bunny.”
It was a crass word to hear come out of Cat’s mouth. Not like she never swore, but she was also no sailor. Reaching my hand out and grabbing her behind the ear—the bunny ear—I brought her lips to mine and kissed her.
“Whatever you are, You’re the only kind of bunny I’ll ever want again,” I whispered. “I like conejito.”
“Damn straight,” she said, sliding her hand down my torso, her fingers trailing fire as they wrapped around the base of my cock.
I groaned, the sound low and guttural, as she gave it a teasing squeeze. Her big brown eyes flicked up to meet mine, mischief dancing in them as she smirked. “My turn to tease you.”
My cock was so hard it ached, pulsing in her hand as she knelt to the side, giving me the perfect angle to watch. Her mouth hovered over me, her lips parting just enough to graze the tip before she pulled back with a grin that made my blood boil in the best way.
“Jesus, Cat,” I exhaled, my chest heaving as I watched her tongue glide along the sides of my length, her touch both maddening and electrifying.
“Oh, what’s that?” she teased, her grin growing wider. “Did you want to feel what it’s like to be inside my mouth?”
“Yes,” I growled, my voice rough, thick with desperation.
“Well…” Her hand stroked me slow and deliberate, like she had all the time in the world to torture me. She leaned in, her breath hot against me, her eyes still locked on mine. “That makes two of us.”
I groaned, gripping the sheets as her tongue flicked over me again, teasing every nerve ending until my entire body was tense with need.
She let out a soft laugh, her hand still stroking me.
“You know,” she said, her voice almost conversational as she planted a kiss on my tip, “I’ve never seen one this big. ”
I arched a brow, trying to smirk through the haze of pleasure. “Yeah?”
She nodded, her tone playful but genuine. “And I’m a doctor.”
“Glad to know I’m impressive even in clinical terms,” I muttered, barely able to string the words together as her lips hovered just inches from where I needed them most.
“Oh, you’re more than impressive,” she said, and then, without warning, she plunged her mouth onto me.
I let out a noise that was somewhere between a growl and a groan, like a caged animal finally set free. Her lips stretched around me, her tongue sliding along my length in a way that sent a searing pulse of pleasure straight through my spine.
Her free hand rested against my abs, her nails scraping lightly as if she enjoyed feeling the way my muscles tensed under her touch. She took her time, her pace slow and deliberate, clearly savoring the control she had over me. And damn it, I couldn’t even pretend to mind.
Her mouth moved deeper, her eyes glancing up to catch my reaction, and I could tell she was taking pleasure in watching me squirm. The way she tilted her hips back slightly, her ass sticking up in the air—it was enough to make me lose my mind.
“Cat…” My voice came out hoarse, my hands gripping the sheets tighter as I fought to keep from losing it.
She came up for air, her lips glistening as she caught her breath, and then she grinned, wicked and confident. “You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I am,” I muttered, my voice low, my eyes burning into hers. “But if you don’t stop teasing, I’m not going to last.”
Her laugh was soft, almost wicked, as she went back down, taking me deeper this time. Her breathing quickened through her nose, the sound driving me wild as she worked me over with an intensity that made it clear she wasn’t holding back anymore.
And in that moment, watching her, feeling her, I realized just how much power she had over me—not just with her touch, but with the way she completely owned my focus, my need, my everything.
My legs were shaking as I began to lose control, and I found myself thrusting into her, greedily wanting to taste her myself.
The strong need to taste her didn’t recede, and she apparently was bent on teasing me without giving what I wanted, so I took it.
I took hold of her waist and pulled her lower body toward me.
She let out a muffled groan as her thighs landed on either side of my head.
I ripped off the furry little thong she had on—sorry for breaking it, Cat, we’ll find you another—and tasted her with my tongue while I held her in place with my hands.
I could feel the heat growing in me, in her, in us, and who says you can’t find new positions after marriage?
I would never look at a six or a nine the same.
Her soft, full breasts pressed into my abs, her skin like velvet against mine.
Every flick of her tongue on the underside of my cock sent a shockwave of heat searing into my bones, making my grip on her thighs tighten instinctively.
The pleasure was so sharp, so consuming, that I drove my tongue deeper into her, my lips and tongue dancing over her clit with a rhythm designed to make her unravel.
Soft strokes. Hard licks. My name became a broken whisper on her lips, and it only made me work her harder as I licked her soft soft folds.
You taste so fucking good, Cat.
Then I felt it—that telltale clench, her thighs trembling against my face as her body began to twist under the weight of her impending release.
“Stop,” I growled, my voice rough and commanding, barely holding back the need clawing at my chest.
“Stop?” Her voice was breathless, almost dazed, and I could feel her confusion and desire tangling together. She was so close, and she knew it.
“Turn around,” I ordered, my words firm but low, reverberating with heat. “I want to see your face.”
Her breathing hitched as she obeyed, her movements slow and deliberate, as if she knew this moment would wreck me. When her eyes met mine, they were glazed with lust, her cheeks flushed, her lips slightly parted. She looked like a vision, and I couldn’t stop the grin that tugged at my mouth.
“Now ride me, Cat,” I murmured, the roughness in my voice softening just enough to let her feel how much I needed her. How much I wanted her.
She straddled me, and as I ran my fingers down her skin, I felt her body trembling, a mix of anticipation and surrender. My hands found her hips, guiding her slowly at first, savoring the way she slid down onto me, inch by inch, until I was buried so deep I could feel her heartbeat.
Her head tipped back, a moan escaping her lips as she started to move, her rhythm uncertain at first but building quickly as the heat between us flared.
My eyes stayed locked on her face, watching every shift of emotion, every flicker of pleasure that crossed her expression.
It wasn’t just about the physical connection—seeing her like this, lost in the moment, completely mine, ignited something primal in me.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I muttered, my grip tightening on her hips as I met her movements with thrusts of my own. “Do you feel that? How perfect we fit?”
Her hands pressed against my chest for balance, her nails digging in as her pace quickened, and she leaned forward, her lips just a breath away from mine. “I feel everything,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “It’s too much… but I don’t want it to stop.”
“It’s not too much,” I rasped, brushing a thumb over her flushed cheek. “It’s exactly what you need. Let go, Cat. Give me everything.”
Her movements grew frantic, and the sounds she made—breathy gasps, broken whimpers—sent a thrill through me.
I lifted my hips to meet hers, driving her higher, watching her completely fall apart.
And when her body finally trembled with release, her name left my lips in a low, guttural groan as I let myself go right there with her, lost in the fire we’d created together.
“I’m there,” she muttered. “Oh God, Dustin, I’m there…”
“Explode for me, baby. That’s it. Good girl.”
Her body went slack against mine, trembling with the aftershocks of her release. My hands smoothed over her hips, grounding her, holding her like she was the most precious thing I’d ever touched.
“That’s my girl,” I murmured, brushing my lips against her temple, my voice rough with emotion. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you let go.”
“So are you,” she whispered.
I wrapped my arm around her, she snuggled into me, and we fell asleep just like that.
I glanced at the clock, and it was five fifteen. On a Sunday.
But we needed the sleep. I knew she was out like a light from the way she was breathing when I said the words.
I had to. Not for me, but for her.
I’d never said them to a romantic partner, and I just wanted to know how they felt.
“I love you, Cat,” I mouthed, lightly.
She took a deep breath, and I knew she was fast asleep.