Chapter 211 Shy little bunny
“Fuck, Alana...” Stephan’s voice came out low and rough. He closed the distance in two strides, hands already on her waist, thumbs stroking the smooth fabric. “Look at you. You’re so goddamn beautiful in this. My shy little bunny, all dressed up for me.” He tipped her chin up so she had to meet his eyes. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She bit her lip, a soft, embarrassed sound escaping her throat. Stephan grinned, that wild edge already showing, and guided her backward until the backs of her knees hit the sofa. “Lie down for me.”
Alana sank onto the cushions, the suit riding higher on her thighs as she settled.
Instead of climbing over her right away, Stephan dropped to his knees between her legs. He pushed the thin crotch panel of the bunny suit aside with two fingers, exposing the soft, already glistening folds of her pussy. The black satin framed her perfectly, the high-cut edges digging lightly into the soft flesh of her inner thighs.
“Look at this,” he murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Already so wet for me... and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Alana’s face burned hotter. She tried to close her thighs, but his hands held them open. “Stephan...”
“Shhh...let me have my favorite meal...”He leaned in and dragged the flat of his tongue through her slit in one long, deliberate lick, from the bottom of her entrance all the way up to her clit.
“Ahh...” The sound tore out of her, half-shocked, half-pleasure.
Her hips jerked.
Stephan didn’t give her time to recover. He sealed his mouth over her and began to eat her properly, slow, filthy, thorough.
He licked broad strokes up and down her folds, gathering her wetness on his tongue, then focused on her clit, circling it with the tip before sucking it gently between his lips.
The soft, wet sounds of his mouth filled the quiet living room. Every time he sucked a little harder, Alana’s thighs trembled around his head.
“Nnh... oh god... Stephan...” Her voice was small, shy, almost ashamed of how good it felt. One hand hovered near his hair, unsure whether she was allowed to pull him closer. He solved that for her by grabbing her wrist and placing her hand on the back of his head.
“Hold me there,” he ordered against her pussy, then went back to work.
He licked deeper, pushing his tongue inside her and fucking her with it in slow, rolling thrusts.
Alana’s free hand clutched the cushion beside her hip. Soft, broken moans started spilling out of her...”Ahh... mmm... ahh...ahh...” growing higher every time he returned to her clit and sucked.
He kept the bunny suit’s crotch panel shoved aside with his thumb, the satin rubbing lightly against the outer edges of her lips as he moved. The contrast of the cool fabric and his hot mouth made her whimper.
Stephan added two fingers, sliding them into her while his tongue worked her clit. He curled them upward, searching, and when he found the spot that made her thighs clamp around his ears, he stayed right there...rubbing firmly while he sucked.
Alana’s moans turned louder, less controlled.
“Stephan...ohh... fuck... ahh... I’m... I’m...”
He didn’t stop. He ate her through the first orgasm, tongue relentless on her swollen clit, fingers pumping, until she was shaking and crying out in soft, desperate little sobs of pleasure. Only when her hips stopped twitching did he pull back, lips shiny, eyes dark with lust.
“So beautiful,” he said, voice rough, “even when you’re coming on my tongue.”
He stood, shoved his pants down just enough, and climbed onto the sofa. He didn’t bother removing a single piece of the bunny suit. He simply kept the crotch panel aside, lined himself up, and pushed into her in one hard thrust.
“Ahh...” Alana’s cry was sharp, her back arching off the cushions as he filled her completely. The satin of the suit rubbed against his hips and lower stomach with every movement.
He set a punishing pace right away...deep, heavy strokes that made the sofa creak and her breasts bounce inside the tight black top.
“Fuck, you feel perfect like this,” he growled, bracing one hand beside her head and the other on her waist. “Still wearing the whole outfit while I fuck you... my pretty little bunny taking every inch.”
Alana’s eyes fluttered, half-lidded, cheeks blazing. Every hard thrust punched a soft, breathy moan out of her.
“Nnh... ahh... Stephan... ohh god...” The sounds were shy at first, almost whispered, but the longer he pounded into her the louder and wetter they became.
The wet slap of skin meeting skin mixed with the soft rustle of satin. He could feel the fluffy white tail brushing against his stomach whenever he drove particularly deep.
He hooked one of her legs higher, changing the angle so he could grind against her clit on every inward stroke.
Alana’s moans broke into higher, more desperate sounds...
“Ahh-ahh... mmm...mmgh...more...no...”Her hands scrambled for something to hold onto, finally settling on his forearms, nails digging in as he fucked her harder.
“That’s it,” he praised, voice rough. “Let me hear you. Don’t hide those pretty noises from me.”
She tried to stay quiet, biting her lip, but another particularly deep thrust made her cry out again, the sound high and needy.
He kept going until she came a second time, clenching tightly around him with a long, trembling moan that ended in a soft, shy whimper. Only then did he let himself finish, burying himself to the hilt and spilling inside her with a low groan.
For a moment they stayed like that, breathing hard. Then Stephan pulled out, still half-hard, and scooped her up against his chest as if she weighed nothing. Alana made a quiet, surprised sound, arms looping around his neck as he carried her down the hall into the bedroom.
He set her on her feet in front of the full-length mirror, then turned her so she faced it while he stood behind her. The reflection showed everything...the black bunny suit still perfectly in place, ears slightly askew from the sofa, the flush high on her cheeks, the faint sheen of sweat on her collarbones, and the wetness glistening on her inner thighs where he’d just been.
“Watch,” he murmured against her ear, already pushing back into her from behind in one smooth, deep stroke.
“Ahh...”Alana’s eyes flew open, meeting her own reflection as he filled her again.
The mirror showed the way the black satin stretched over her breasts as they swayed with every thrust, the way her mouth fell open, the way her thighs trembled.
Stephan held her hips and fucked her hard from the start this time, long, powerful strokes that made her body rock forward with each impact. One hand slid up to cup her breast through the suit, thumb brushing roughly over the stiff peak of her nipple.
The other hand stayed low, fingers spreading her open so the mirror clearly showed where he disappeared into her over and over.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he growled against the side of her neck, teeth grazing her skin.
“My shy little bunny, all dressed up and getting fucked while she watches herself. Look at that face you make when I hit that spot... fuck, Alana, you’re perfect.”
She moaned louder now, the shyness cracking under the intensity and the visual.
“Ahh...Stephan...ohh... nnh-ahh...!” High, needy sounds spilled from her lips as she watched his cock sliding in and out of her in the mirror.
He teased her relentlessly, slowing down just when she started to tighten around him, grinding deep and circling his hips so she could feel every thick inch, then suddenly snapping his hips forward again in a sharp, hard rhythm that made her cry out.
“That’s it... moan for me,” he ordered, pinching her nipple through the satin and then sliding his hand down to rub tight circles over her clit. “Let me hear how good it feels to watch yourself take it.”
Her moans grew wetter, more abandoned... “Mmm-ahh... fuck... Stephan... ahh ahh...” Her reflection showing the way her lips parted, the way her eyes half-closed in pleasure, the way her whole body shook with every deep thrust.
He kept talking, voice low and filthy right against her ear.
“Look at those pretty tits bouncing... look at how wet you are... look at how your legs are shaking. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. My good girl in her little bunny suit, coming on my cock while she watches.”
Alana’s knees nearly gave out when the next orgasm hit. She came hard, a long, broken cry tearing from her throat as her body clenched and pulsed around him.
Stephan held her upright, fucking her through it without slowing, drawing the pleasure out until she was whimpering and trembling, soft aftershocks still rolling through her.
He didn’t stop. He kept going...harder now, chasing his own release while he forced her to keep her eyes open and watch.
Every thrust made the fluffy white tail bounce against his stomach. Every moan that left her lips was reflected back at both of them. When he finally buried himself deep and came inside her again, he bit down gently on the side of her neck and groaned her name, still murmuring how beautiful she looked, how perfect she was, how much he loved seeing her like this...his shy girl, completely wrecked and still wearing every piece of the outfit he loved on her.
Even after he pulled out, he kept her facing the mirror for a long moment, one arm around her waist, the other stroking slowly over the black satin covering her stomach and breasts, letting her watch the way she looked: flushed, marked, thoroughly fucked, and still so shyly beautiful in her sexy little bunny suit.