Page 29 of The Bodyguard and His Bunny

“Gunther,” she whimpers, rolling her hips against me.

I let go of one hand and reach down between our bodies, cupping her pussy, feeling the wet valley of her slit through the fabric of her cotton panties. The pad of my thumb glides up and down that cleft.

“Gunther, please,” she hisses, her body wriggling. Her free hand tugs at her panties, but I gently swat it away.

“What is it you want, my pretty little bunny?”

She bites down on her lip and squirms under me. “I need you….”

“You need me to what?”

“…pull…pull the crotch of my panties aside and fuck me with your fingers…I want to feel your skin on mine.”

Ah, shit, I want that too. More than she knows.

But not yet.

She cries out when I stop touching her pussy and run my hand up under the hem of her shirt that’s now hiked up to her ribs. My hand glides over her soft tummy, over her ribcage, until finally, I cup her breast.

It’s small, yes, but perfectly soft and full when I squeeze it. And when I rub my thumb over her sensitive nipple, the tiny nub grows hard instantly.

“Beautiful,” I whisper, shoving her top up and taking that hard bud into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue.

Sara lets out a tormented whine and jerks her hand free of mine. “Shirt,” she mutters. “…must get rid of it….”

No argument here. I help her tug off the shirt over her head and toss it to the floor, giving me full access to her soft breasts, skin-to-skin, and myriad more ways to tease, torment and worship her.

“Look at you,” I murmur between soft sweeps of my tongue over one nipple while my hand teases the other.

She laughs softly even as I adore her sweet body. “Not much to look at above the waist, I’m afraid.”

I still over her and meet her gaze. Even in the darkness, I can see her self-consciously biting her lip, a worried look in her eye.

“Sara.”

“What?”

“You have to stop putting yourself down. Your body is perfect the way it is. You’re sweet and soft, and everything about you turns me on so fucking much.”

“Really? You’re not just saying that because I’m…under you?” She says this with a wry smile that tugs at my heart.

“Sara, I’ve been fantasizing about getting you naked and under me since day one of this assignment. Not that I thought it would ever happen. It was just…I wondered what was under those bib overalls. I love how your body responds to me—you have no idea what your sensitive little tits do for my ego.”

She blinks up at me slowly, her lips pressed together, her legs hugging my hips tighter.

Missing the touch of her lips, I fuse our mouths together in a heated, wet kiss. I worship her lips, the delicate bones of her face, her graceful neck, and her perfect collarbones until I finally find my place at her breasts. My hand cups her pussy, and she gasps, then moans into my mouth.

I lay it out for her between wet, slow, licking kisses. “Sara…my sweet little bunny…I can smell your arousal…and I can’t stop imagining how good you might taste.”

“Oh, man…that sounds amazing, but don’t get your hopes up,” she says. “I’ve had zero takers on oral before.”

I can’t fathom what the fuck is wrong with the men in her life. Fine, more for me, then. I move down and firmly kiss the front of her pussy, above her cleft. “Let me be the judge of that. Let me make you come with my mouth, Sara.”

She writhes under me. “Hands…mouth…cock…anything, before I start scratching you like a feral cat.”

Laughter bubbles out of me as my mouth presses against the crotch of her panties, inhaling her delicious scent. My mouth is watering already. I slick my tongue over the thin cotton material and groan.

This is going to be too good.

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