Page 41 of Redeeming Rabbit

“I intend to make you come so hard you see stars.”

“You’d be the first,” I replied, still breathless as I slid between the sheets.

He paused, eyes widening. “No shit?”

I regretted opening my mouth as a wave of self-consciousness dampened the moment. My brain reasserted itself. “That’s not uncommon. Studies show that only about fifteen percent of women orgasm during their first sexual encounter with a new male partner.”

He smirked, and if I had still been wearing panties, they would have melted off. “Good thing I ain’t new.”

“You’re new to me,” I clarified.

His gaze rolled over my naked body, making my skin tingle. I closed my fists, resisting the urge to pull him down on top of me and remorseful of my decision to bring up orgasm statistics in the first place. Now was not the time to talk about pleasure but to finally experience a release that wasn’t self-induced.

“Let’s make a wager. If I don’t make your fuckin’ toes curl as you scream my name, I’ll… I’ll eat one of those nasty-ass health meals in your fridge.”

I swallowed, knowing every coin has two sides. “And what happens if you win this bet?”

His pupils dilated. “I get to spend the rest of the day between your thighs, making you come over and over again.”

“What’s the catch?” My voice sounded breathy and needy, even while my idiot brain requested clarification. But I couldn’t help myself. I needed him. Now.

He leaned in closer, his breath kissing my cheek as he said, “No catch. Just pleasure.”

I reminded myself to breathe. “Deal. But clothes aren’t allowed in my bed.”

He grinned and unbuttoned his fly. “That so?”

I nodded, watching him disrobe. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and as soon as his pants were down, his penis sprang free. Thick, long, and veiny, the tip glossy with pre-cum. The sight increased my anticipation even as the glint of metal caught my eye.

“Is that a piercing?”

His grin widened. “Sure is.”

And soon, I would feel it inside me. That would be a novel experience as well. “Condom?”

“Stop trying to rush me.” He plucked a handful of foil packets from his wallet and tossed them on the bed.

My eyes widened at the sight.

“Those come later. After I feast.”

Before I could ask for clarification, he pounced. Climbing on top of me, he pulled the blankets over our heads and resumed his exploration of my breasts, caressing, suckling, and kneading. It was the most exquisite of tortures, making me writhe, pant, and moan. Frustrated and desperate for release, I whimpered. He chuckled as his hands and lips meandered south over my belly and sides. He really did intend to explore every inch of me.

When I couldn’t handle it anymore, I begged. “Please.”

“Please what, Poe?”

“Please. More.”

One-syllable words were all I could manage. I feared he’d demand more, but he took pity on me. His tongue swiped up my seam.

My body bolted upward. Had I been a cat, I would have hung from the ceiling. As it was, I levitated for a second before crashing back down. He’d worked me up so well that I was already on the edge.

“Like that, huh?”

I swallowed, still trembling from the sensation. “I… uh… it appears d-delayed gratification has some… uh… unexpected benefits.” Good God, I couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

“Yeah? Well, let’s keep experimenting. For science.”

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