Into the Storm

The relief was evident in her voice. “Really?”


I nodded and kept eating. The rich, buttery pastry melted in my mouth and the filling was sweet, dense and well-laced with cinnamon. Looking down, I realized I had eaten the entire slice, except for one bite. Embarrassed, I glanced up to see Rabbit watching me with a grin. I returned her grin, and then silently offered her the last bite off my fork. She leaned forward and covered my hand with hers, guiding the fork to her mouth. I watched as her lips wrapped around it and she slowly drew back, keeping her eyes on me as her tongue darted out, flicking the tiny crumbs of pastry off her mouth as she chewed. She closed her eyes and moaned quietly.

I shivered.

Fuck, that was hot.

Her eyes opened and looked at me steadily … and the vixen was back.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “Rabbit …” I warned subtly.

She looked at me, smiling innocently, her eyes dancing. Her head tilted to one side teasingly. “Joshua?”

I stepped forward.

“Did you want me to … fork … another piece for you?” she giggled suggestively.

My lips twitched in amusement at her word play. “I would like to … fork … a piece …” I grinned at her, stepping forward again.

Rabbit backed up, hitting the counter. I stepped forward until I was right in front of her. Slowly, I reached beside her and set my empty plate down. Then I leaned on my arms, creating a cage around her. Her eyes gazed up at me, suddenly wide with longing, her chest rising rapidly in short breaths. Smiling, I leaned forward, my lips grazing up her neck to her ear, nipping on the lobe. I felt the rippling shudder flow through her body. “If I wanted that ... fork … right here and right now Rabbit, would you have a … problem … with that?” I whispered huskily into her ear.

Her whimper was all I needed and I pressed myself flush against her and covered her mouth with mine. Her mouth opened and instantly our tongues began their sweet dance. I groaned and wrapped my arms around her, lifting her to the counter. Her legs draped around my waist, drawing me closer and I felt myself swell further and begin to throb with desire. My hips began thrusting slowly, rubbing my sheathed cock against her warmth as my mouth devoured hers.

Her hands stole under my shirt, stroking my back, pressing me closer. Her feet were moving and shifting and then I felt my sweatpants and boxers being pulled down. I pulled back, gasping, as the cool air hit my skin. I quirked my eyebrow at her. “Very dexterous trick, Rabbit,” I growled.

In a quick move of my own, I wrapped one arm around her waist and lifted her, grabbing the waistband of her pants and dragged them down her legs. Then I sat her down on the counter with a grin. “Touché,” I grinned as she gasped in surprise when her skin met the cold granite.

I leaned forward, my teeth nipping and licking at her neck. I made my way up to her ear. “Don’t worry, Rabbit, I’ll warm you up.”

Her hands pulled at the hem of my shirt and I lifted my arms to accommodate her. I did the same for her and then crushed her against me, my hands stroking and caressing her warm skin while hers wandered over my arms and back, finally settling on my buttocks urging me forward.

“Now, Joshua. I need you. Please.”

I pulled her forward and drove into her slick warmth in one thrust. Her legs tightened around me, holding me close, meeting my rapid thrusts with a series of small whimpers and moans. Her head fell back and I buried my face in her arched chest, my tongue laving, swirling; tasting the softness of her skin and teasing the hardness of her peaks. I could feel myself losing control and began thrusting harder, erratically, as I chased the overwhelming sensation that was spiralling through my body. Her sudden shudder of ecstasy was what I needed to let go and I held her tightly as I came deeply inside her, moaning her name.

Finally, I stilled, holding Rabbit tightly, one hand fisted in her thick hair. I pulled back slightly and captured her lips and kissed her over and over again. Gentle, sweet touches of my lips to hers. Small loving caresses that whispered of feelings we hadn’t expressed yet but we both felt. “Arms, Rabbit,” I whispered.

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