Nayeli's Night

The taste of the candy coating was delicious on his lips. The fact that he was playing along with this cute little game of hers was even better. The whole evening had been magical, in her eyes, and when Oro gently tugged her to one side so he could throw the core and stick away without letting go of her hand, she kept pulling him right past the can and into the little space between the food stand on one side and the carnival game on the other.

Turning to lean back against the wall, Nayeli released his hand and clutched the front of his shirt instead, pulling him in for a less innocent and entirely more desirous kiss. She was delighted that Oro caught on fast, his hands closing possessively around her upper arms as he poured himself into the kiss. Nayeli sighed into his mouth, tongue sliding against his, while her free hand drifted down his shirt and hooked lightly above his belt.

As their kiss deepened, Oro took her hold as an invitation and crowded closer, hips pressing to hers and sliding one knee forward to pin her gently against the wall. She cooed at the soft bind, broke the kiss just long enough to breathe and offer him a fond smile, then claimed his mouth again with fresh hunger. One of her hands slid around and up his back, holding him close and steadying her balance, while the other moved lower, hooking her fingers into the waist of his jeans.

She held him there, swapping increasingly wet and noisy kisses, until she finally pulled back with a giggle and asked, "Just how far does that hand intend to go?" He had released one of her arms, his palm sliding down her side, over her hip, and — instead of claiming her rear or the thigh she'd hooked around his — cupped warm between her legs, fingers already fumbling for the zipper.

"As far as you'll let it," he answered softly, applying a kiss to her neck instead of her lips, since they seemed to be talking. He thrust his hips forward subtly, against the hand she had clutching his waistband. Her thumb could clearly feel the rise of the carrot growing behind his own zipper even as he pulled hers down.

"Oo, you are terrible," she groaned against his shoulder. "I give you just one inch and you take the whole mile." She rubbed her cheek to his as he popped the button of her jeans open, then breathed into his ear, "I will be very angry if we have to make a run with our flies open."

"Then stay quiet," the Rabbit suggested, earning a gentle bite on the edge of his ear, followed by a low hum from the Lioness as he pressed against the soft, stretchy fabric covering her muffin. Nayeli moaned quietly into his ear, sighing encouragement as he applied more pressure, and proving she wasn't as reluctant about going the next step as she was trying to sound. He played with her, occasionally rubbing his own crotch against her thigh, until the nectar started to seep through her panties.

"Careful," she whispered, a nervous giggle bubbling up as his hand slid around to her tail, "There's nothing but shadow hiding us back here!" Even so, she didn't stop him when he unsnapped the strap above her tail and eased both jeans and panties down just enough to bare her rump, then brought his hand back around to do the same in front.

He quieted her with a kiss, letting her feel the warm night air on her rump for a moment as his fingers dipped into her bare folds, making little circles in the wet walls and trailing some of her own juices up over her pearl. Nayeli moaned into his throat. "Guess this is as far as we go tonight," he whispered against her ear, a teasing rumble in his voice. "My hands are too busy to handle my own pants."

He had two more teasing lines already forming on his tongue, but never got to use them. Nayeli popped his button and shoved his fly open so quickly that his boxers were already down below his sac before he could draw another breath. Her cheeks were burning, and so were her ears, and she was carefully eyeing the mouth of the little alley where the trash can was. But nobody yet had looked beyond it after throwing away their leftovers and rubbish. Taking his dick in her fingers, she stroked him a couple of times, though he hardly needed firming up at this point.

"Oh, this is so wrong," Nayeli breathed against his ear, guiding his tip down until it nestled against her entrance. The moment the head slipped inside, she wrapped both arms around his back, hooked one thigh over his hip, and buried her face against his shoulder. "Go slow," she begged softly, "or I'm going to give us away."

"As slow as you like, my love," Oro whispered, lips brushing her neck as he pressed steadily deeper, pinning her gently to the wall. Nayeli's breath hitched. Her head spun at his choice of words. Oro almost never used pet names. Even when he called her "wife", it was like he was daring someone to challenge the claim. To hear it coming from him now...

She kissed his cheek quickly, putting her lips right up against his ear, and said so softly that she didn't even need to exhale, "Say that again, husband."

A shudder rolled through him. His grip tightened...still careful, though nearly painful...and he froze until the tremor passed from ears to toes. Then he pinned her more firmly to the wall. "Don't fucking attack me like that back here," he growled against her neck, voice low and rough, "Gods forgotten...I want to hump you so hard now..." He squeezed her again, fighting the urge to thrust deep, while Nayeli rubbed soothing circles over his back and kissed his cheek in quiet apology and thanks.

"Sorry," she whispered against his cheek, still smiling, "I'll save it for the hotel. Keep going. Please." She rubbed her cheek to his and gave him a deliberate, encouraging squeeze with her inner walls.

"Of course...my love," he whispered, giving one smooth thrust to bury himself fully. Nayeli gasped in delight and covered the side of his face with quick, affectionate kisses while he rocked into her, half a thrust and half a grind, careful not to slam her against the wall. Oro drew back enough to catch her lips, claiming a full-on kiss as his tempo increased and her breathing became short.

A short while later, a soft moan vibrated through her lips into his, and he felt her walls fluttering around his carrot, soaking him and her panties, no doubt. He almost bit her tongue, and had to break the kiss and gnash his teeth to choke back the sound in his throat as he drove her against the wall one more time, deep and firm. Then she sighed praises softly into his ear, tenderly scratching his back and rubbing his thigh with hers, as he poured his pleasure into her.

He was right on the edge when a sharp knock sounded against the wall beside Nayeli's head. A voice from inside the stall called out, seemingly to a co-worker: "Tell them we're making a fresh batch, and just be patient. Our next delivery should be here in, like, five minutes."

The emphasis was unmistakable. They had been warned. Nayeli's eyes flew wide, her blush threatening to turn her entire body the same shade as Oro's fur. The Rabbit chuckled against her ear. "I think our time is up."

He gave her one last quick kiss, then gently pulled out and helped tug her pants back up, buttoning and zipping them with surprising care. "Heh...should we buy a couple of slices before we leave, as thanks for due warning?" he asked as he adjusted and closed his own pants.

"Oh, by The Lion, no!" Nayeli begged, covering her burning face with her hands. "Just take me away before I die of embarrassment."

Oro obediently took her by the hand and led her back onto the boardwalk like nothing had happened, making a sharp right turn to avoid walking in front of that food stall, just in case.

It took a few strides for Nayeli to let her other hand fall back to the strap of her new pack. Her cheeks still glowed brightly, but she was smiling. "For the love of goodness, talk me back into my senses the next time I try to pull something like that," she giggled, fanning her face in a wain effort to cool the color out of it.

"Why in Hell would I, of all people, do that?" her husband chuckled, leaning in to steal one last brazen kiss.