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 wholepuck bunnything 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 apuckbunny, and I’m really afuckbunny.”
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 apparentlywas 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.
