Turning back to her, I keep my voice low when I ask, “can I please make you come, Esther? I need it, I need it so bad.”
She peels off her shirt and pants, standing before me completely naked. I can’t help but picture her on all fours, in themeadow, moon licking at her back, flowers tickling her wrists and ankles as I mount her and make her mine.
But I have to make it another week.
And I can.
I would wait forever for Esther Basquette.
“Hands up,” I growl, my voice growing predatorial now that her nipples and pussy are on full display. “You tasted so good before,” I tell her, “I need more.”
On my haunches between her spread legs, I use my whiskers to loop her wrists, keeping them tied and taut behind her head. With my ears, I keep her ankles bound, and the gasp that leaves her at being bound by her bunny makes me throb.
I let my long tongue swipe at her lips, then nuzzle my soft nose against her clit. “Hold still for me, bunny,” I whisper between errant licks of her cunt, my cottontail trying desperately to wag from side to side. She’s sweet like the carrot cake we’ve been eating, and when my paw comes down across her clit, I love the pleasured howl that leaves her lips.
And the way my name sounds.
“Oh, Hopper!”
I’ve never heard it moaned, but God it’s hot.
Another swat of my paw on her greedy clit before burying my nose in my favorite place, sinking my tongue into the warmest place inside of her. “I’m a bad bunny, baby,” I groan, letting my hips rove, my fuzzy, hard cock sliding against the floor, seeking friction wherever I can get it.
“Oh Hopper,” she moans, twisting her wrists, fighting the way I’ve restrained her. “I want to touch you, I need to feel your fur,” she moans, but I keep feasting, ignoring her pleas. Of course she likes the restraint, of course she loves fighting it, and of course she’s begging to touch me. She’s my mate—she’s my perfect fit.
“No, no,” I tease, dragging my long teeth along her clit gently, making her writhe. “No touching me, not until Easter, not until I’ve proven myself to you.”
“Hopper!” she whines, bare toes curling into the rug. “I’m going to come, your tongue,ohmygosh!”
I give her some more paw swats on her clit, fucking her with my tongue the way I fucked her with the carrot earlier. I’m pretty sure I could use anything—clearly, when it’s with me, Esther would let me stuff her basket no matter what.
I love how she’s coming around to me, and coming for me. Again.
“Hopper, Hopper, Hopper!” My name is a cacophony of moans and groans as her channel tightens around my tongue, squeezing and milking me as she comes hard.
It was different when I was beneath the table, fucking her with the carrot, taking nibbles and licks of her clit. Now she’s completely bare, and I can see the breast that my babies will feed on, the pussy and ass that I’ll breed and devour for all of eternity.
I could hold back earlier, I got relief from making her come.
But now, as she comes on my tongue, my whiskers being tugged delightfully as she enjoys my soft restraint, I cannot help it. Jerking back, stealing my tongue and nose from her pussy, I get in one last swat at her cunt as her eyes fall shut, chest heaving, sweat glistening along her torso.
“Esther!” I groan, my back legs tightening, stomach clenching, nose twitching madly as I struggle and fight, trying my hardest not to— “Esther!” I snap my eyes closed, as urgency tears down my back, coiling at the base of my spine.
Panting, sweaty, having lost a full minute to twitching, throbbing bliss, I slowly open my eyes and find a no longer bound but still naked Esther standing over me. She reaches, but retracts her hand, like she’s thought better of it, but before I can get worried, she tips her head to the size, a smile curving her lips.“Oh, Jack,” she breathes, her focus on what I realize now is my naked body.
Pushing off the floor to my elbows, I look down to find cum all over my chest and stomach, a thick rivulet curving my abs, dropping down to the floor with a light plunk. “You came,” she says, “you came and it shifted you back.”
I nod, reaching for the laundry hamper where I drag out a bath towel and clean myself up. “I’m sorry, Esther, I hadn’t planned on…” I let the sentence fall, and scratch my head. “I didn’t want to come. But it’s just so intense with you.”
She reaches out, extending her hand. I blink at it, no longer sure of myself or my body. “I think all the contact between us is making me sex-obsessed. I can hardly keep my paws off you.”
She drops to her knees when I don’t take her hand, and takes the towel from me, swiping up thick ropes of cum from my chest and shoulder. The way she tenderly cleans up my mess only solidifies the love in my heart for her.
“I’ve been enjoying your paws, I have to admit,” she teases, balling up the towel and giving it a toss. “C’mon, let’s get back out there. I’m sure my sister knows something is going on by now.”
We get to our feet and I find my clothes on the bed, and pull them on. Esther pauses, her just-came hair making my dick hard again. Already. “Wait, so, was itMilky?”
I scratch at the stubble growing along my jaw, uncomfortable with the scruff. I know, it makes no sense. “It wasn’tMilky, although,wow, what a masterpiece.” Smiling, I wish I could take her hands, but I can’t just yet, for fear of our chemistry making me shift again. “It was knowing that you likeMilky. That you understand the complexities of love.”
