#3 (p2): Breath Play, Anal
So the cottontail bunny steadies herself on her feet and the kodiak bear sits easy behind her. His hands guide her into sitting on his knees, then he rubs the curves up and down that rest against him. The cottontail clutches her own small hands to her sides, fingers just grazing her man's scruffy legs.
"Make sure you're ready first," he tells her, one hand sliding farther up her back. "It's going to be hard, baby, okay? I want you to be ready first."
She keeps her chin forward, but nods. She rubs her hand twice over him, collecting her breath, and doesn't speak. She's still got a different role.
The kodiak leans his neck far, far down toward hers, brushing his lips across her nape. He nibbles according to his woman's shivers. Her breaths turn to a gasp, then a long sigh. She tilts away and gives herself to the width of his touch, breathing warm now under his licking and nursing, caressing beneath the fur, tickling her skin.
"You're so beautiful," he whispers just under her ruffled ear. "You want to go now, baby? Are you ready for it? Be honest for me."
The cottontail grazes one hand across his cheek as he brushes over hers, soaking in just another second of his touch. She feels his rod sliding past her puff of a tail and up the small of her back. Its warmth already reaches through her. She feels the still wet trail following its rise.
She nods slowly.
Her man pulls himself off her neck and takes the cheeks of her ass, sliding her closer. His cock squeezes just outside her and presses her tail flat. He holds firmer yet, his fat fingers digging into her fur as he lifts her a foot into the air, holding her steady, then lowering her just another inch until her puckered hole is balanced delicately over his tip.
"There we go, baby, hold it there."
The cottontail's toes barely reach the floor from her perch, her feet shaking in the effort not to slip, and her arms tremble in their stretch against her man's thighs. She breathes in sharp, singular moments for every soaked twitch against her hole.
The kodiak adjusts himself and swivels more comfortable in his seat, rocking his woman for a strained second. She doesn't look back to see it, but he smiles at her wonderful efforts.
And he lifts his fingers to the back of her throat, laying the expression in his voice as he whispers, "Here we go, baby. Fuck it good for me."
His fingers tighten around her airway. She tries to hiss in one more breath, but fails. She's closed.
"Show me how you do it."
The cottontail gives in just as her toes feel ready to give out. She grits herself and slips as slow she can over a maddeningly wide cock, slick with her own spit, wedging her hole open like a tent pole propping her perfectly upright. She doesn't have enough time, but she takes what she can to adjust to the hugeness spreading inside her.
The heavy grip on her throat helps her move. The kodiak presses his woman down faster, forcing her tighter onto his cock at a pace that sends her spine trembling and her feet sliding out from under her. She arches to his sudden grand entrance, gasping without breath, fingers knotting white at the skin as her ass sinks flat against his sac.
"Oh, girl, there you go..." he mutters, rubbing his other hand freely over the round cheeks pressed firm for him, digging into the plush. "You're so good..."
An unrestrained pulsing rocks the cottontail from her insides. She can barely steady her grip against her man's legs. There's no strength for her to muster. She sits stiff as his rod, only her arms shaking, every twitch in her guts echoing through the rest of her body.
"Keep going, baby," he says. "Show me how you do it. Let me see you move."
Partly it's his words, partly its the ticking clock around her neck, but she tugs her hands open again and presses them over her man. She slicks loud and slow up from his base, revealing his cock and all the strands of cum and spit sticking from it to inside her guts, sliding up until her arms are completely straight, but as she reaches the height of her climb, one last inch of her man's cock still holds her wide open.
She winces, fails to brace herself, and commands her own plunge.
She slams all the way back down to the reverberation of his body slapping into hers, cheeks squelching a perfect kiss from the base of his shaft. Her man groans long and low for her, verbally appreciating every tremble inside her as she shoves herself up top again, unable to climb off, and rides the full way down in another drop.
More than an aching shoves inside her. Her lungs heave for him to let go of her, even for her guts to let go of him, but there's a force greater than his cock making her slide up and down. Every slick and squelch she makes in place of words compels her to go faster.
"God, baby, you're so tight," the kodiak breathes. "Just keep going. Oh, my god, keep going for me."
A rhythm between punching the bottom of her stomach and slapping her man's balls tight every second echoes over the throbbing in her chest. She arches just the small of her back as she pulls out, bending her ass closer to her man's gaze at every rise, then splashes it straight back down.
He clutches his other hand over her shoulder, bracing himself through his own ragged but free gasps. His woman tilts her head back toward his, tongue wagging wet and quiet off her mouth, bobbing with her as she rubs every inch of his cock as deep as she can get it, begging for him to finish the only way she can.
"Come on, baby," he gasps. "God, come on, I know you can do it. Earn it for me. You're getting me there, girl, come on--"
She stretches her whole ass flat against his balls, rotating and smooshing her guts around him, lifting off and squeezing back down, pressing all over again. She prods his cock at every angle it can fit, fidgeting him inside her, sliding past the ooze collecting outside her hole. She throws him at every angle she's got.
"Oh, my god, we're almost there--come on, girl, twist for me--you've almost got it, just keep going now--"
A weight rises in the cottontail's throat underneath her man's grasp. She gives him every agonizing inch she's got in return for his. She fucks like a rabbit in his cage, just a little faster still, earning it, please, close now--
And the kodiak grunts purer, unrestrained, and his fists help thud her all the way down again as he thumps his sweet release deep in her bowels, staining her guts in a succession of white hot spurts. He keeps her down, rocking back and forth, groaning to his woman's cup that runneth over. The cottontail experiences her filling in the same waves, her spine pulsing with every spurt of his cum. The taste of his seed reverberates within his grip. Her vision goes up in stars.
"Good girl," the kodiak gasps. "God, you earned it..."
He gives her throat back and she takes every stolen breath at once, gasping and coughing together again, rasping her lungs back out. Her man lowers his hands to her arms and pulls her closer to him yet, resting her against his bulk. She gasps through a stabbing pain, but he holds her in the gentlest cuddle yet, rubbing her biceps up and down.
"You're so good," he whispers, both their chests heaving behind the words. "Look at you. You're such a good girl. Thank you for working so hard for me, baby."
He lowers his jaw next to hers and kisses just beside her lips, giving her all the time she's earned. She sits perfectly still in return but for the thudding in her chest and twitching still in her ass, but every twitch reassures her of her man's words. He wraps his arms around her whole body and rocks her back and forth with him, bedding her against his coat, still kissing where she shivers. He whispers, "Such a good girl."
God, she is. She earned it.