Page 10 of Saving Bonnie

“You’ll feel it…Bunny,” he assures me in a low tone. “You’re going to feel everything I do to you.” His fingers lightly stroke the pain into…something else.

I’d like to say it’s fear running along my spine, I really would. But I’d be lying. Red-hot desire rolls through me. What I feel is the shift of his fingers against my swelling flesh. He slides back, riding the edge of my folds. They linger against my pulse points, at least where my pulse is pounding the hardest, before moving away.

His hand lands on my shoulder, the pressure leading me forward, over the table. I should be struggling against him; instead, I brace my arms on the table, whimpering as the air gets hotter. The world around me evaporates as he strokes me. I’m slick, my body recognizing the pleasure he’s drawing from me.

Tucking in my chin, I’m enthralled at how my chest rises erratically with every breath. The placket of my blouse is pulled tight, the white ruffles framing my cleavage as it pushes against the lace of my bra.

It’s been so long since I’ve let a man touch me. And in all those times, it’s never been like this. Never.

The rasp of a zipper fills the kitchen and my breath hitches.I’m doing this.I can’t believe I’m actually doing this. He takes the condom, tearing into the foil then drops the empty packet beside me. I can’t help but stare at the little square about to take over my future.

The initial brush of his cock against my skin sends a shudder through my body. He’s pushing in, creating the most wonderful pressure against my inner walls with every heavenly inch. I press my eyes shut, as if leaving them open would allow some of this magic to escape.

He hits home with a sharp intake of breath at my shoulder. “You’re fucking incredible.” The words are rough, breaking into my haze to deliver the visceral message. Bunched-up denim presses against my thighs as he shifts behind me. I could easily lean against him, rocking my hips so he can get moving.

He reaches over my thigh, dipping his fingers between my legs. Blindly, I follow his arm, pulling at his wrist until I can drag his hand above the table. Fingers entwined, I bring him to rest below my rib cage. I can’t let him cut this short. I’d be cheating myself if I did.

He pulls out, dragging over every nerve ending in my body then sliding in again. I thought his entering me would leave me shattered. I was wrong. His initial strokes are measured, strong and steady, drawing a whimper every other time.

“This is our handshake, Bunny,” he states, as if he isn’t burying himself inside. “The signature on the dotted line.”

How he can be so coherent is beyond me. Right now, he’s little more than a disembodied voice behind me, outside of reality, outside the bubble of pleasure rising around me.

“When we’re done here, after you come all over my cock, you’re going to take me upstairs and show me everything I couldn’t touch. Everything that’s mine for the next two weeks.”

My head fills with images. His hands touching me. Clothes scattered. Bare breasts rising on heavy breaths. His mouth on me—all of me. Him taking me again. “Yes.” I’m barely able to utter the breathless word. My teeth start digging into my bottom lip again.

It’s the acknowledgment he needs to let loose that last bit of control. In the next second, he’s pounding into me hard, determined, making me race toward an inevitable goal. Any other time I may be kicking and screaming, trying to hold back and prolong the pleasure building inside me. But this time, I’m eager to experience what it’s like to let all this bubble over.

Seconds later, I’m there, leg muscles straining as I dive off that cliff into an ocean of ecstasy. The fall is an experience in itself, a full-body experience I can’t regret even though I know there’s a shark waiting for me under the waves.

*****

Tino

So that’s what it takes to make Bunny scream.

I’m laid out behind her, braced on my forearms to keep from crushing her. My mouth draws into a satisfied smile because my dick’s still buried inside her, enjoying her pussy’s snug grip. The weight of her tit is pressing into my palm while the firm nipple is wedged between my fingers. When I strip her down and have her panting again, I’m going to find out how this little cap feels against my tongue. It’ll be my first taste of her but certainly not my last.

She shifts, her body dragging, creating an arch between her shoulder blades. I have the oddest urge to run my cheek along the indentation then the crook of her shoulder to bury my nose in her hair. What the hell? Shaking my head, I blink away the image. Granted, I know my way around a woman’s body, but I go in with a purpose, not with curiosity. I slip my hand from under her chest then carefully pull from her grip, leaving her to put her shorts on while I get rid of the condom.

The first thing I should have done was grab the gun. I was thoughtless to leave it sitting on the table. Odd, but this isn’t a trust issue. My concern isn’t because I could have the weapon turned against me but because Bunny’s uncomfortable.

Clothes in order, I return to the table, reaching past her for my weapon and tucking it into my belt. She’s fumbling with her zipper, and I refuse to wait any longer to see her face. Pulling her around, I’m careful to keep from knocking her off the pedestal of carrots. She gasps, clutching my arms so she can gain her footing. Her eyes are open wide, pupils dilated and the green a deeper shade than earlier. Damn, I wish I could have seen her come. If I’d been thinking straight, I would have turned her around to face me while I fucked her.

We’re going upstairs—now. I catch sight of her bare feet. One of the foam sandals gave way at some point. I’m not waiting to find her regular sandals since she’ll take them off in a few minutes. It’s much easier to take her with me. Disregarding her yelp of protest, I curl my arms under her and hoist her up. Heading outside, I lean in, managing to turn the knob and push open the door. Ignoring the drizzle, I take the steps with care, conscious of my prize. Hitching a shoulder, I elbow the door closed as I head outside.

I follow the same path she’s taken the last couple of nights to go to her apartment. Head down, I cover the six feet to the next doorway and head upstairs. As I hit the first few steps, I check on her, making sure she’s okay. She’s worrying that full, bottom lip again. I want to tell her to stop, but I know my voice will come from some deep dark chasm inside me. So I wait because in the next few moments I won’t need any words to make her understand.

Her hand moves, and my attention goes to her face, needing to know what she’s planning. Delicate fingers come to my cheek, the tips drawing a lazy trail to my chin. She’s a beautiful sight, her features soft and hair flattened to the beads of moisture at her temples.

When she leans in, putting her lips to mine, I nearly miss a step. The gentle brush against my mouth is all the more intriguing because she needed to learn what it’s like. Pausing mid-step, I let her find out.

She’s hesitant, testing one spot then the next. Growing bolder, she discovers the seam of my lips, bringing her teeth to test the edge of my lip. My experience hasn’t led me through pure and unspoiled, yet I let her find her place. When her fingers are digging through my hair, I finally return the kiss. I half expect her to move away, but Bunny does the opposite, fusing our mouths together with unexpected hunger.

In an instant, my blood is rushing through me again. This woman…

Setting her down, I run my hand along her hip while continuing with the kiss. I was going to stop there, but a ragged breath later, I’m cupping her breast and following her as she leans against the wall. Her lips part, meeting me, keeping me from completely taking over. If I don’t get her inside, I’m going to fuck her where we stand.

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