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Nicolette
I can hear my alarm going off, letting me know it’s time for medicine. I can already tell Kris is up and moving. I haven’t been near as active as I should be. Well, I’ve been active, just not in the active that keeps me healthy. My eyes are still closed as I’m stretching when the entire bed shakes.
“Good lord, did you gain like five hundred pounds overnight?”
“I’ll have you know that’s only a fifty-pound bounce.” Kris chuckles, and I hear a sound likened to light drumming.
Opening my eyes, I’m met with Kris drumming his fingers on a trunk. I look at him, puzzled. “Did I miss something? Are we leaving again?”
“Happy Easter?” He questions. “Your dad said the Easter Bunny never stops. I should have known he was pullin my leg.”
“Is that trunk full of stuff you got me for Easter?” I smile at him shaking my head as I crawl to the trunk and place my hand against his cheek. “He usually just gets a basket and leaves it on the counter. I’m sure you did good. I—I guess I just forgot, I’ve always been with dad during the holidays.”
He looks down, “Is this okay? I mean, he did give input, so it’s from him too, but there’s some stuff from me also.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a tiny flat charm box. “Like this.”
“A charm for my bracelet?” I smile, taking it from him. “This must seem super childish to you.”
“I’m the Easter Bunny, so um-no.” he laughs, pulling a pair of headband bunny ears out from behind him and a damn carrot from his pocket!
“Oh my God, no. Stop. Just quit while you’re ahead.” I’m dying now.
“But I already charged it.” He presses the carrot, and I realize it’s not an actual carrot. It’s a damn sex toy! It starts to hum, and he turns the green part toward me, letting it tickle my nose. “I thought we could work up an appetite while the last twenty minutes of our brunch cooks and sets.”
“Pan-” I squirm and watch him. “Are you just going to tease me?”
“Yup. take off your shirt, and push back up the bed. I’m pretty sure there’s some flavored syrups in this trunk.”
Mirroring his wicked grin, I pull off his Kris King tee shirt that I have stolen to sleep in yet again, and as I shimmy up the bed, he relieves me of my panties before taking off his own clothes, making something of a little show of it, which of course has me blushing and laughing something fierce.
“Don’t you like my moves?” He climbs over top of me and, settling between my open legs, runs the tickling part of the carrot up my inner thigh.
“They could probably use some work,” I smirk at him.
“I’ll show you work.” He kisses me deeply, dragging the tickler up my center, making me squirm more as it runs up my belly and across my nipple. “I think I’ll make you come without ever touching you below the belly button.” He whispers against my lips. Pulling back, he finds my defiant stare and narrows his eyes. Sitting back, he slowly pulls the tickler feather light across my heating flesh. My back arches, but he holds me down with his free hand, Then runs it up between my breasts, separating them to trace my scar with his tongue.
My eyes roll back. This is the first time he or anyone has touched it that wasn’t a doctor. I think my ovaries just exploded. To think that he not only isn’t afraid of my scar but that he openly seeks it makes me come harder than I ever have before. As my pussy begins to contract, that sneaky bunny slides the vibrating side of the carrot between my breasts. The sensation is mind-numbing as he moves it slowly up and down, getting everything that wasn’t already warm turned to molten lava.
“Does this feel good?” He asks, grasping my breasts to hold them together for better friction.
All I can do is nod and moan. My head is so fuzzy from my ongoing orgasm. Is this what they mean by a multiple?
“Would you be okay if I replaced this with my cock, while letting it work you in another place?” The confusion, intrigue, and fear must be all over my face because he starts to laugh and drops his head to my chest, kissing it. “Not there. That’s something we would train for. You don’t just jam things there. I meant here.” His hand travels down with the carrot as he gets himself over me, one hand on his cock, prompts me to grasp my breasts as he had while the other begins to press the hard and fast vibrating vegetable into my aching body.
I rotate my hips and flex my shoulders as he fucks my breasts and my pussy. I lose track of time, and my body goes off like a firecracker—no like C-4. By the time he lets me come down and takes me to the shower, my legs are jelly, and I’m starving. I’m so glad his stove shuts off automatically because right now I’m happy, and based on his smile, so is he.
***
Kris took me to the boat after we cleaned up from brunch and grabbed our stuff. We’ll be on the boat until Tuesday, and then it’s back to the house to get to work. Now don’t get me wrong, I like the boat a lot, but I’m missing my rocking chair on the front porch.
Right now, I’m laying on my stomach, letting my back get tanned and singing Garth Brooks’ Unanswered Prayers. When I finish, I open my eyes because I can feel his on me. He’s leaned against the deck counter just watching.
“Yes?” I sass, sitting up just enough that he can probably see a hint of nipple, as we are in a secluded area, and so I tossed my bikini top.
“I know you aren’t always going to be singing to perform, but I love that though this is a job, you love it enough to just belt Garth. You do him proud.” he adjusts. “Maybe I’ll see if he’s game for letting you do a cover.”
“You’re never going to get anyone in the industry to let me do a cover. I’m just a Pop Princess, remember?”
