It was a very innocent kiss, all things considered. I pressed my lips to his and slowly moved them, but there was no tongue, no teeth, no grabbing at clothes. Just lips brushing against lips. A gentle question.
As I said, innocent.
Until he gasped, grabbed both my buttocks in his hands, and lifted me off the couch. A second later, I was straddling him, my crotch pressing into his, my stomach against his bare sixpack, his hands on my ass.
And his tongue in my mouth.
He knew how kissing worked, but I could tell he hadn’t done it before. He thrust his tongue deep in my mouth, as deep as it would go, bucking his hips up with a groan.
I pulled back slightly, trying to regain control, but he wouldn’t let me. As soon as I moved away, his hand was in my hair, pressing my head urgently closer while he moved his lips against mine, running his tongue over mine.
There was a momentary awkwardness when I had to fight laughter and push his tongue out of my mouth so I could breathe better. But after that… It was as if it clicked. Bunny made a deep, questioning sound in the back of his throat, slowed down, and suddenly…
Suddenly, we were kissing.
He got the rhythm, the angle, and the pressure right, and I melted. His lips were warm and soft, and I murmured against them with approval before we tangled our tongues again, this time in a way that didn’t make me want to laugh.
No, not at all. It made me want to do other things. Lustful, wanton things a responsible single mom wasn’t supposed to want.
Fuck responsible!
He made noises throughout, deep male moans and harsh gasps, and he moved his hips in a slow rhythm perfectly matched to the kiss, grinding against me so well I didn’t even know when I got wet.
His hands played with my hair, traveled down my back, and dipped under my blouse to stroke against my lower back. He tried to push them under the waistband of my trousers at my back, but it was too tight, so he gave up with a frustrated huff, and focused on kneading my ass through the fabric.
And all the while, our lips and tongues danced, and he tasted…
Exactly like he smelled. Chocolate. Raw honey. Cotton candy. All sweet, safe things that reminded me of late summer afternoons.
He grabbed my ass and pressed me to himself with a low moan, kissing me harder, and I returned his kiss with the kind of fervor I thought was reserved for hormonal teenagers making out. I was over thirty, and this kind of passion was…
Exactly what I needed.
I kissed him harder, making sounds of my own, and pushing away all those responsible, nagging thoughts. Derek wasn’t here. And Bunny was on Earth only for one day. He wanted me, I wanted him, and there was absolutely no reason to stop. Unless…
I broke the kiss, and he chased my mouth with an irritated groan until I pushed my hand against his lips.
“Wait,” I gasped, out of breath. “Are you… I need to know if you’re clean. I’m on the pill, but don’t have condoms.”
Bunny just looked at me, his eyes glazed over, lips parted. He was a vision. Tanned, beautifully flushed skin, disheveled hair, mouth red and swollen from kissing. A man filled with passion.
“Clean?” he finally repeated.
He raised his arm high and sniffed his armpit with a serious expression, and I collapsed into silent giggles, resting my forehead against his.
“Healthy, I meant healthy!” I finally managed, doing my best to control my laughter. “I’m asking about your sexual health.”
“I see,” Bunny said, his eyes regaining some lucidity. “You mean venereal diseases. I can’t get sick, so it’s not a problem I’ll ever have.”
All my efforts to stifle my laughter went to nothing as soon as he said “venereal” in that serious voice of his. I shook with laughter, holding on to his sculpted shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” I gasped out before he could get offended again. “It’s just… You make me laugh. In a good way! It’s good. Every woman wants a man who can make her laugh.”
“You do?” Bunny asked, his voice suspicious. “But… Humans never laugh during sex.”
I pushed my laughter down and forced myself to calm down. For someone who could ask me for sex so brazenly, Bunny was incredibly innocent. And a virgin, I suddenly realized with a start.
A virgin. A gorgeous, thousand-year-old male, who could do magic, change his body on a whim, and wanted me of all people. And he was completely inexperienced.
My insides pulsed with excitement at the thought. It seemed I would be his sex mentor and teacher, and it gave me surprising pleasure even to contemplate it. I would teach him everything, and he would be one of the rare unicorns who would know what the clit was and where to find it.
“Why do you say that?” I asked. “I mean, it’s not that usual, I guess, but if both partners are comfortable with each other, sure, they can laugh during sex.”
Bunny looked away, twisting his lips hesitantly. Finally, his gorgeous amber eyes returned to me. He looked sheepish.
“When you talked about porn stars with bleached buttholes… Well, I knew exactly what you meant. I saw a great deal of… porn.”
I held back a groan of disappointment. My perfect vision of teaching an eager virgin male sex shattered when I realized he wouldn’t be learning that much.
He would have to unlearn everything first.
“Porn lies,” I said simply. “It doesn’t show real sex. Everything is fake. Even those juicy slaps you hear when they have sex on screen? They are fake. Usually, someone just slaps two pieces of steak off camera to make those sounds, well, more meaty.”
He stared at me with wide, surprised eyes. And then, faster than I thought he could process, he made an impatient sound and reached for my face.
“Porn lies, got it. Now kiss me.”
We collided again, and my mouth filled with his taste, my lungs with his breath, and my head filled with absolutely nothing at all. Thoughts disappeared, giving way to sensations. The pressure of his tongue on mine, impatient and searching. His hands, big and warm, and completely restless. They slid from one place to another, roaming me.
His scent, cotton candy and honey, became more intense, and as I ground into him, moaning, I could feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans. His breathy moans mixed with mine, and we were both a panting, loud mess by the time he let go of my mouth and looked into my eyes with urgent need.
“Can we go to your bedroom, Alice?”
I nodded, feasting my eyes on his beautiful face, and those magical eyes that were so bright, they seemed to be on fire.
I squeaked in surprise when he picked me up, both hands firmly under my buttocks. He took the steps running, and I bounced against him, my core pressing into those gorgeous abs of his. Every step sent a pleasant jolt into my pussy, making me clench over nothing.
Oh God. Am I really about to have sex with him…?
Yes, I damn well would, I decided at once. This was a once in a lifetime chance. One had to grab those by the horns. Or bunny ears.
My bedroom was dim and cool, the curtains half-closed. Bunny sat down on my bed, holding me close, and dove for my mouth at once. But I turned my face, so instead, he kissed down my neck, while I reached up. Up the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair, and higher, to the top…
Gotcha.
I ran my hand gently up one ear, releasing a shaky breath at how delightfully soft and warm it was. At once, Bunny stopped kissing me, his body tensing. He groaned, bucking his hips, and caught my hand in a firm grip.
“No. Please. I’ll come in my pants, and I don’t want to,” he said, his voice muffled against my hair.
Were his ears erogenous zones? I gasped, an excited thrill running through me. Oh, how I could tease him! I could brush my hand against his ear, pretending to be all innocent, and watch him squirm with arousal.
“The ears?” I asked. “It feels good when I touch them?”
He huffed and dragged my hand down, pressing it to his chest, right over his heart. My eyes followed, going to his nipple. It was dark, perfectly round, and completely hard.
“It feels good everywhere you touch,” Bunny said in a voice so low, it was almost a growl. “You have no idea, Alice. This is… sublime.”
Oh wow. No one had ever called sex with me “sublime”. And we hadn’t even undressed yet! What would happen when I finally touched his cock? The thought made me itch with curiosity, and I slid off his lap, standing between his legs.
“I know where it will feel the best,” I said quietly.
His upturned face flushed with more color, and he licked his lips nervously. Finally, he nodded once, breathing fast through his open mouth.
I knelt between his legs and unzipped him quickly, curiosity egging me on. What would he look like down there? Would his cock look ordinary? Parts of him were different, so maybe this would be, too.
Bunny raised his hips, and I lowered his jean. Underneath, he had boxer briefs, stretched tightly over a significant bulge.
I blinked a few times to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me. No, I saw right. His cock seemed to glow through the fabric. In the gloom of my bedroom, the glow was quite noticeable. Not entirely human, then.
His boxer briefs caught my attention next. They were pink, with tiny white rabbits printed on them.
I looked up with a smile, about to ask him about the decorations he had going on, but his face was drawn in such a tight focus, my amusement evaporated. He was breathing so fast, I was afraid he would hyperventilate, and his pupils were wide, almost obscuring the amber irises.
He really was a virgin, then. And this was the first time a woman would see his cock. It wasn’t a time to make comments.
I looked back down. There was a big wet spot on the fabric right where the head of his cock was. And the shape… I frowned, leaning closer. The shape didn’t seem to be quite the same as human.
I ran my fingertips over his shaft, just a light flicker of a touch, and he drew in a sharp breath. His cock was long. As for girth, it seemed thicker in some places, thinner in others.
“Oh, Alice,” he breathed when I trailed my fingers down his length.
Yes, definitely thinner and thicker in a regular pattern. I drew in a breath, and more honeyed scent filled my nose instead of the usual male musk.
“Please,” he choked out.
I glanced at his face. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his eyebrows were drawn together as if in pain.
I reached for the waistband of his underwear and tugged it gently down. Bunny’s cock sprang out, and for a moment, neither of us moved.
The entire shaft glowed pink, the light pulsing gently. Only the head was dark, its color such a dark pink, it was practically purple. The tip glistened with precum.
It glittered in the glow of the shaft.
“Oh, wow,” I murmured, glancing up at Bunny. “I really like your cock.”
He blinked, licking his lips, and only watched, completely transfixed. I wondered how my face looked bathed in the unearthly glow.
And then I stopped thinking about anything at all, because I was one thirsty girl, and here was one eager male, and his cock was so hard it glowed.
I wrapped my fingers around it, and Bunny made a choked, gasping sound, his hips thrusting instinctively. I stroked him, exploring the shape, which reminded me of a dildo shaped like anal beads.
Which was also a glow stick. What a ride.
Bunny groaned, his cock leaking more precum, and thrust in my hand as I moved it slowly up and down, fascinated by how the thicker parts bumped against my hand. I couldn’t help but wonder how he would feel inside me, and was about to stand up and undress, when Bunny gasped.
His cock tensed and grew hot, and the next thing I knew, something exploded out of the tip, shooting out so fast, I only saw a blur. There was the sound of breaking glass and a few small thuds as Bunny thrust in my hand two more times.
Slowly, I looked at the window. There were three small, perfectly round holes where the curtain didn’t reach. No shards on the floor—the glass was probably outside. There was something else, though.
Small, colorful shapes that glittered like gilded foil.
I looked up at Bunny, my mouth hanging open. He stared at the floor under the window, a look of shock on his face.
“This has never happened before,” he said in a dazed voice. “I mean, it did, of course. I ejaculated many times. But I’ve never shot this.”
He tugged on his boxer briefs and walked over to the window. He came back a moment later, something in his hand. He opened his palm to show me.
A small chocolate egg wrapped in gold and purple foil lay on his palm.
