Page 70 of It's A Little Bit Bunny
“Sweet Jules, thank you for this. God, that was amazing.” Turning his head, he gave me a gooey smile. “Was it good for you, baby boy? All of it, I mean?”
“Yes, Bunny.” With a sigh, I nuzzled my face in his neck. “It was beautiful.”
When it got too cold, we left the pillow fort behind and headed to bed. A hint of autumn was in the air at night even though the days were still sunny and warm.
Nikolai turned me around so my back was to his front, and curled his muscular body around me.
Then, we were both out.
Forty-six
Nikolai
Whenwewokeinthe morning, Jules wordlessly fisted my morning wood and let me slip into his ass.
“Fuck, baby,” I drawled.
Not that I would have minded, but it was fantastic that we didn’t need to bother with lube.
“Oh God, Jules,” I whined, slipping my hand into his hair to drag his mouth around for a kiss. It didn’t take either of us very long. As I drove my cock into his tight hole I felt him come, accompanied by a low whimper. My hand reached his dick just in time for him to come all over my fingers again. I enjoyed it so fucking much that I joined him a moment later.
“Yes, Bunny!” he growled into my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as if he wanted to conquer me. But he already had. Jules owned every part of me.
“Waking up next to you is the best,” he gasped between more frantic kisses. “We should do that more often.”
Every night?
We had a perfect day together. Jules took me for a walk in his forest.
“This is my favourite spot. And now it’s even better with you here.”
I flung an arm around his shoulders and kissed his temple.
Large, mossy boulders lay scattered around in the shade of an enormous oak, as if a giant had played with them. I let go of Jules and sauntered over to the stream that gurgled merrily in its bed. “Thank you for sharing it with me. It’s so pretty.”
“So are you, Bunny.” He gave me the gentlest smile. At his words a shiver ran through the oak, and a couple of its leaves sailed to the forest floor.
“Yes, I know,” my forest god chuckled. He rested a hand on the tree’s rough bark as if he tried to pacify a skittish horse. “I’ve known this tree for all its life.”
I joined him, somewhat reluctant.
Am I nervous to meet his favourite tree?
Jules plucked my hand out of the air and rested it on the tree trunk. Another tremor shook the old tree’s branches.
“I planted an acorn in this spot, and I watched over her while she grew into what she is now.” One of the leaves that fell around us caught on my hair. “She likes you.”
“Do you understand her?”
“Yes, Bunny. I speak the language of the trees. Some I understand better, like oaks. Others are a bit muddled. Aspen trees, for example. They can be divas.”
I snorted when my brain supplied me with the image of a haughty Aspen tree cold-shouldering Jules.
“Beech trees are naughty like teenagers. That one over there, for example.” He gave me a beaming smile. I supposed I was the first one he had ever shared this part of himself with.
“That’s a pretty cool power to have.”
“It is,” he agreed, then his eyes landed on my face. No idea why, but I found it super hot that he could talk to trees. My sexy forest god in his element was definitely a turn on.
