Lucky Bunny

by Eva Luxe

  I lay there, as still as possible, basking in the sweet deliciousness of the moment, hoping that this wasn’t all just a dream, hoping that I wouldn’t roll over and find myself in my twin bed at my parents’ house instead of in a fancy cabin with a billionaire holding me in his arms.

  I barely wanted to breathe for fear that breathing would somehow break the illusion. But, I couldn’t help but want to take in deep, filling breaths, taking in his manly musk, driving me into even more of a frenzy.

  He must have sensed my passion building because he drifted out of sleep and began sprinkling kisses across my cheeks and the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes, allowing his kisses to send shivers up and down my spine.

  “You’re mine,” he whispered, so low I was barely sure of what he had said. But it was that, definite.

  I could feel his manhood growing against my ass, making me grind into him, running my fingers across my already firm clit. He surprised me by flipping me over and burying his face between my legs, cupping my ass, eating my pussy like a summer watermelon.

  I rolled my hips to match the circling of his tongue, alternating with sporadic, soft sucks, him pressing his lips against my ready pearl. I couldn’t contain my excitement when he slipped his thick fingers into my wet pussy, pushing them in and out, tickling my g-spot.

  I moaned and writhed as the feeling mounted and let out a soft cry when the orgasm washed over me like ocean waves. Kurt laid beside me, holding me tightly, kissing me deeply, letting me taste every drop of cum on his tongue.

  Before we had the chance to go any further, there was a light knock on the door.

  “Come in,” I called out automatically—used to having my son or mother come into my room in the morning, and answering without thinking— and then I immediately put my hand over my mouth and laughed. Luckily, we were under the covers because the door swung open before either of us had a chance to say anything else.

  It was Maggie, of course.

  “Good morning to the happy couple! We will be quite busy today, but I didn’t want to leave you guys hanging in the midst of all our Winter festivity activities. One reason this town is so unusually crowded is that they are going on this weekend. I have some delicious breakfast that’s going to fill you up and some clothes that are going to keep you warm. I am hoping that you get some good news today about the plane, and the weather looks as if it’s cleared up enough that perhaps you can take off if everything is fixed, but I just want you to know that you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need to. My husband and I really love having you here and I do hope that we can spend some time together getting to know each other a little later.”

  Kurt and I smiled at each other, amazed at how any one person could be so cheerful all the time. Maggie wheeled in a cart with several platters covered by silver covers. The food smelled divine and I told her as much. We thanked her for her kindness, which she told us not to thank her for, saying that she was just doing what anyone would do.

  “I do hope that you two get around to seeing all that our small town has to offer. The winter festivities make it a sight to be had,” she said. Smiling mischievously, she continued, “But, I understand if you two love birds don’t want to leave the bedroom.”

  Winking, she closed the door behind her as she walked out.

  Kurt and I shared a shy laugh, wondering if we had made so much noise the night before that they had heard us throughout the cabin. I was almost glad that we’d had our first sexual experience in the middle of nowhere with people that we didn’t know. It made it that much more special, knowing that, other than random strangers that we may never see again, we shared a special secret, a memory for both of us to cherish for a long time.

  Hopping out of bed playfully, Kurt ran over to the chair where the pile of clothes had just been laid. Kurt held up each item one by one, each one more horrifically hilarious than the one before it.

  I watched as his eyes widened with shock at the flannel shirts and grass like skirts like something wood elves would wear.

  “We are going to look like mystical forest creatures in those clothes,” I told him.

  Kurt laughed as he put on a collared ruffled shirt with puffy sleeves and pants that fit more like ballet tights than pants. I tried to hold in my laughter at the sight of his bulge being squeezed into the uncomfortable-looking pants. He danced back and forth, making a motion with his hands as if he were playing a flute. He had such a great sense of humor.

  After he made a call to the pilot and found out that they were waiting on parts to be sent to fix the plane, we decided to try making the best of the day. It would take at least the rest of the day before they made any real progress in fixing the plane.

  We decided that we would take in some of the sights in town and take part in the winter festivities Maggie had mentioned. It would get our minds off being stuck for another day, but it would also give Kurt and I the chance to spend more time together and get to know each other.

  I got up and got dressed in what I thought was the most presentable pairing of clothes that I could find. The belly laughs that my outfit received from Kurt was confirmation, though, that I looked silly, like some sort of Forest nymph.

  When I mentioned this to Kurt, he said, “But, you’re a sexy one for sure. And, we’re the perfect pair of Forest nymphs that ever was.”

  He gave me his arm in the sweetest gesture of chivalry and we headed out the door.

  The limo driver was waiting for us, but in a smaller more compact car this time. We drove slowly toward the town’s center, taking in the beautiful scenery of trees and mountains in the distance. It held an airy charm in the daytime that we had missed coming in the night before. It was inviting and refreshing, adding a calming element to what was already beginning to feel like a great date.

  The center of town was basically a dirt road surrounded by small shops and stands like mall kiosks. There were all types of souvenirs from key chains with catchy slogans to giant moose antlers that could be worn like a hat. There were photo booths and all types of delectable treats.

  “You wanna play a game?” asked Kurt, pulling me close to him and whispering in my ear.

  I immediately got excited and answered, breathlessly, “Yes.”

  “Truth or dare,” came his response, just as breathlessly.

  “Okay,” was all I could manage to croak out.

  “Truth or dare?” he asked.

  I tilted my head, amused that he picked a game that I hadn’t played in many years, since childhood, in fact.

  “Dare,” I said, curious to see where this game would take us.’

  “Okay. I dare you to buy those moose antlers and wear them around town. And if anyone talks to you, you have to answer them back in your best Bullwinkle impression.”

  I laughed loudly at the silliness of his dare. I loved how playful he was being, so I was happy to play along.

  I bought the hat and placed it firmly and securely on my head. We walked on. He didn’t even wait until we’d walked a few feet before he stopped a couple who looked to be in their late 60s shuffling down the street.

  “Hey, there! What do you lovely people think of my lady friend’s hat?” He stood back, arms crossed, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

  The man, who looked startled, stammered, “Um, yes, it looks great. Where did you get it?”

  “Where DID you get the hat, dear?” asked Kurt, with a look of faking interest on his face.

  Taking a deep breath, I said in my best Bullwinkle voice, “Why I grabbed it over yonder!”

  Both the man and his wife looked very confused and shuffled on, throwing concerned looks over their shoulder as they walked.

  Kurt and I laughed so hard that we could barely breathe.

  “Good job,” he said. “I think you sufficiently convinced them you were crazy.”

  “Okay, okay, my turn,” I said. “Truth or dare?”

  The laughter left Kurt’s eyes and voice as he said, “Truth.”

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nbsp; “Other than being out here now, what would you like to be doing?”

  Shrugging, he said, “That’s easy. I would like to be at my board meeting right now.”

  I guess I expected a different answer considering the events of the past 24 hours. My disappointment must have shown on my face.

  “But, if you asked me what I’d love to be doing, that would be another story,” he continued, pulling me so close to him that our noses all but touched. “I would love to be back at the cabin with your legs wrapped around me while I pound your soft, wet pussy for all that it’s worth.”

  His words made me blush and excited me at the same time. It seemed that we would both love to be doing the same thing.

  I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. His warm, soft lips felt incredible. He was an amazing kisser. I felt as though I could have stood there lost in a kiss with him forever.

  Pulling away, he said, “Hey, don’t try to distract me with your beautiful charm and mind-blowing kisses! We are still playing our game and I am going to win!”

  I didn’t know that we were keeping score, but I was enjoying myself, so I didn’t care.

  “Truth or dare?” he asked me.

  “I like to live dangerously. Dare.”

  Rubbing his chin, deep in thought, he said, “I dare you to let me eat an ice cream cone off of your breast.”

  “What do you mean?” I laughed.

  “I’m going to get an ice cream cone from that cart over there,” he said, pointing off in the distance. “And then I’m going to put it on your breast and eat it all off.”

  “Oh my goodness!” I exclaimed. I looked at where he was pointing— near the town center with its beautiful Christmas tree on display— and laughed. “It is extremely cold! Are you kidding? That does not sound like anything that I would want to do!”

  “Well, I guess I win, then. Which is such a shame. I thought you were more fun than that. Do you mean to tell me that I am in the presence of a quitter?”

  “I am no quitter!” I said. “Bring it on, then!”

  He casually walked over to the cart and ordered a triple scoop of mint chocolate chip ice cream on a cone and walked back over to where I stood on the side of the road.

  “Open up,” he said, with that same playful smile dancing in his eyes.

  I slowly unbuttoned my shirt, letting some cleavage escape. The cold breeze from the frigid air shocked me. I couldn’t believe that I’d agreed to this.

  He dumped the entire cone on my chest. I gasped, then screamed loudly. I know that it would be cold, but I hadn’t expected it to be that cold. I could feel it beginning to ooze down my bra, the sweet stickiness making a trail down my breast, making me both wet and cold.

  He started to quickly lick it off, taking care to try to clean every exposed part of my breast. He didn’t get it all off and I felt completely gross. He saw the sad pout on my face and let out a soft chuckle.

  “Here,” he said, pulling me into a wooded area, behind a tree. “Let me get the rest of that for you.”

  He bent down and licked up the rest of it off my breast, taking care to circle my nipple with his tongue. I shivered, not just from the cold but because it felt so sensual and naughty.

  “I can’t believe we’re doing this,” I told him. “This is amazing.”

  He pulled me closer and took my nipple all the way into his mouth, sucking on it for a few seconds that felt like a blissful yet nervous eternity as I looked around and made sure no one was coming up on us. The last thing we needed was to get arrested in this town we didn’t know. But, it was also very exciting.

  “That feels so good,” I told him, whispering into his ear. I couldn’t believe I’d let him do literally anything he wanted to me. But it was so damn exciting.

  “I think it might be a good idea to head back to the cabin,” he said. I nodded my head quickly in agreement and we made our way back to the car. I knew he was just as anxious to return to lovemaking as I was.

  He had been so eager to take my breast in his mouth that he hadn’t gotten up all the ice cream. With every move that I made, I could feel sticky ice cream squishing inside of my bra and on my stomach. My whole front side was starting to get numb. I scolded Kurt, telling him that I would have to find a way to pay him back for that.

  He only laughed and said, “Well, I guess since I played a part in making you cold, it would only be right for me to make it my job to warm you up.”

  The way that he said that made my mind immediately move from thinking about my discomfort and start imagining exactly how he planned to warm me up. We drove home in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. I was slightly startled when he reached over and grabbed my hand, but it felt nice. We held hands for the rest of the ride, simply enjoying each other’s presence and the beautiful scenery of the wonderland that we’d stumbled upon.

  As soon as we got back to the room in the cabin, Kurt pushed me inside, backed me up against the wall, grabbed the back of my neck, and plunged his tongue deeply into my mouth. He started undressing me while his tongue danced around my mouth.

  “I’m going to fuck you again,” he told me. “I don’t want you leaving this cabin unless I say so. I don’t want to be out there where everyone else is. I want to be in here with you. You understand?”

  I nodded, and he reached down and spanked me on my ass, which was half exposed to him. He took such care in removing each article of my clothing carefully and then tossed them at our feet. He lifted me off the ground and carried me to the bed.

  He gently laid me down and began kissing my neck and moving down. He finished the job that he’d started in town and licked the remainder of the sticky dessert from my body. It was the first time that I’d ever gotten a literal tongue bath.

  Things really took off from there.

  “I want you,” he growled, ripping off his own clothes, his eyes fixed on mine. “Now.”

  He didn’t have to say it twice. I wanted him just as badly. My firm, perky nipples hardened to his touch. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, letting my body become putty in his hands.

  I got so excited when his hard dick sprung from his pants and pointed straight at me. I couldn’t contain myself any longer and wanted him so badly.

  I pushed him off me and onto his back on the bed, watching the full length of his manhood stand at full attention. It was a beautiful sight.

  I began to run my fingers up the length of his shaft, taking care to circle the knob of his head. Drops of precum oozed out of him and I spread them over his dick, letting my fingers glide around. His dick jumped in response to my touch.

  I had to taste him again. I began kissing the taut skin of his shiny dick head, enjoying the smoothness of it pressed against my lips. He took sharp breaths, watching and waiting in anticipation.

  I circled my tongue around his dick. He let out a sigh. I took his dick deep into my mouth, ramming him as deeply down my throat as I could without choking, moaning, letting the vibration excite him even more. I took him in and out of my mouth, over and over, speeding up faster and faster.

  His dick grew harder. I could taste the precum spilling out of him. He was pumping to meet my rhythm. Grabbing my face, he began pumping harder and faster. He seemed to be gasping for air as he pushed himself deeper and deeper down my throat. I tightened my lips and sucked. That took his pleasure to another level.

  And he exploded in my mouth. Each shot of warm cum was paired with a low, guttural cry from him. I held him there in my mouth until his dick had emptied all its sweet juices into my mouth and I swallowed hard, taking care to wipe away any stray drops with my fingers and silently cleaned them off like I was savoring my favorite meal.

  I could tell that he was turned on even more. He flipped me onto the bed, pulled my legs up with the crook of his elbows, and entered me with so much force, my eyes widened in shock. I couldn’t believe how hard he was still after cumming as much as he did. He put his hand around my throat and held me down on the bed, staring
into my eyes as he pushed his firm dick in and out of my dripping pussy.

  We went at it for hours. Our sweet musk filled the air as he moved me from the bed, to the floor, back up against the wall, and everywhere else that we could find in that room. He bent me over and fucked me while I stood in front of him doggy style, him holding my arms and pulling my hair.

  He knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it and took control, giving me orgasm after orgasm. I didn’t bother to contain my screams of passion because he felt so good that I had long since lost control.

  When we both finished in a pile of sheer ecstasy, it felt nothing short of fireworks. We climbed back into the bed and lay there, holding each other tightly. I was overwhelmed by the deep feelings that I’d already developed for him in just a matter of two days.

  It had been a long time since I’d been touched and held the way that Kurt did. And I couldn’t help but to feel a pang of guilt as I realized something: even though I missed my husband so much, all I had been thinking about was Kurt, and that was a new and unexpected feeling for me.

  I loved how Kurt caressed me softly and acted like he was savoring every inch of my being. The look of relieved satisfaction that washed over him, whenever I began pulsating with an orgasm, let me know that it was more than just sex for him. That I was his masterpiece, the bedroom his personal Smithsonian, and I the main attraction.

  I felt so special, so loved. I would always cherish the memories of being married to my husband and I still smiled thinking back on our wonderful life together, our bond of love that compelled us to bring our amazing son into our lives. Nothing could compare or take the place of that life.

  But, now I was having this amazing sex, this amazing time, with Kurt.

  The thought resonated in my head as I struggled to put together what it could all mean. I knew it was silly to think that we were in love just after a day of frolicking and kinky sex play.

  But, I couldn’t help but imagine how wonderful it would be to be with Kurt for good. The spark, the chemistry, the excitement, it was the perfect storm for an amazing adventure.