Page 77 of It's A Little Bit Bunny
Slick fingers probed my hole.
“You’re so good for me, Bunny. So good,” he muttered as his ribbed cockhead breached my ass.
“Oh fuck!” My breathing was laboured. He was fucking huge. Every single bump that went in hurt. I relished the pain and marvelled at the way my body stretched to accommodate him.
“Breathe for me, Bunny.” Jules’ voice was as gentle as his hands. I knew why he’d said it a moment later. We’d arrived at the thickest part of his cock, about halfway up. A bulging ring I’d never paid attention to. Well, not more than the rest of him.
“Oh shit, Jules!” I sounded close to tears again, and I let go of my restraint.
He changed before my eyes, something he usually didn’t do. His body morphed into a taller version of him.
“What…?” I gaped at him through the veil of my tears.
Then I dawned on me. It was still him, still that angelic face so beautiful it hurt to look at him. But he could cradle me to his chest now, his body cocooning me in a loving embrace.
“You can be soft for me, Bunny. You don’t have to be strong. I’ll hold you up.”
I broke. Hiding my face in the crook of his neck, I sobbed into Jules’ sweet smelling skin. He kept perfectly still, tangling his legs with mine and running his fingers through my hair.
I’d wanted to get it cut for ages but was glad I hadn’t.
This is so good.
“You are my world, Bunny,” he murmured, his lips lingering on my brow. “I will keep you safe, I promise.”
I dragged him closer even though we were sweat-slicked chest to sweat-slicked chest. My calf pushing his hips forward took him by surprise. He slid inside me in one thrust. I grunted at the impact. That stretch was almost a burn but the kind that ignited my body.
“I need to feel you, Jules. Please. Help me get out of my head.”
“I hear you, my sweet.”
His hand sifted through my hair. Then he gripped it tightly and fused his mouth to mine.
His other hand took hold of my hip, fingertips digging into my glutes, spreading me wider.
Jules moved inside me, bumping his ribbed head into my spot. He didn’t pause or tire. He made me feel it all—every last elevation on his cock as he worked my channel.
The pleasure built inside me like a wave, lifting me until my face broke free of the suffocating dullness of my mind.
I sucked the fresh air into my lungs, the rush of oxygen making me feel dizzy for a moment.
I didn’tthink. The thoughts surfaced like the colourful fish in Jules’ muddy pond.
If I’d ended this, I would never have met him.
I’m still here.
And others, too. More abstract ones I didn’t understand just yet.
A sliver of light is back.
A door thrown open.
Maybe the world isn’t a worse place with me in it.
Maybe that night will end, and the sun will rise.
“I love you, Jules.” I had told him before, but this time it felt different. The words came from a dark and warm place inside me where they’d laid dormant in their sleep until they, too, craved to see the light. More tears followed. Through the haze, I saw his beloved face. That familiar smile and his softness and strength, his age and youthful spirit. Here he was, the man I wanted to marry and grow old with. The man I wanted to have by my deathbed so his face was the last thing I saw.
