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“Omf,” Max groaned as a weight pounced on his stomach. He struggled to open his eyes, heavy with lack of sleep. Worry about Chloe’s reaction had weighed on him for a long time.
Small, surprisingly strong hands grabbed his wrists and held them above his head.
He pried his eyes open. “Chloe?” She was straddling him, holding his hands.
She looked at him through her lashes, let go of one of his hands and reached down and gripped his already hard penis. Then her lips and her pussy claimed him at the same time.
“I g-guess you’re not angry,” he managed to gasp when she lifted her mouth from his.
“Harder,” she grunted. Max complied, shoving his hips up as she pushed down, and bone- melting pleasure erased everything else from his mind. He was dimly aware she moved his hand to her clit, to provide herself with more slick friction. He couldn’t form actual thoughts, but he felt a warm gratefulness well up in him at her taking charge.
When he felt her come, he was again grateful. He had his other hand fisted in the fine linen bedding as he tried to hold out just a little longer. He exploded, emitting a rough groan.
Chloe fell over on top of him, and he ran his hands gently up her sweat-slick back. “You need to get under the covers, you’re going to get cold,” he said, finally able to think.
As if on cue, she shivered. He pulled her to his side and arranged the quilt up to her chin.
“You thought I was mad at you?” she asked.
“I thought maybe you’d have regrets this morning.”She was quiet for a moment. “If we were back home, and had just met, then I might feel bad. I’m not really into casual sex. But here, in this little house, with our different bodies...I think you were right, about rabbits being, well, interested in sex. I seem to be, um, unusually interested.”
He raised his eyebrows and grinned, a weight lifted from him and suddenly, he felt giddy. “So, you want to continue this?” He pulled her close, half on top of him. “I’ve been wanting to be with you like this, very much.”
“Yes, I want to continue this.” She slid a hand through his hair in a gentle caress.
Max snuggled her closer. I’m actually pretty content at the moment.
“Me, too. Well, maybe not completely content.” Her lips found his once more and her stroking hand drifted lower.
It’s just sex, Chloe reminded herself several days later, as she mixed biscuits. We’re having an affair, a thing, because of these crazy circumstances.
She reminded herself of this fact several times a day, because she was pretty sure she was completely in love with Max. When he came into the house, or looked up from the woodpile and smiled at her, the warm thrill that ran through her was so intense, it was scary.
Sure, an average woman, rabbit woman, like her, would fall for a guy as gorgeous and nice as Max. And what they did in bed...
I’m never going to get over him. Ben was a tiny blip compared to Max.
Her sensitive ears could hear Max at the door. He’d spent the morning shoveling snow out of the small yard so they could get around the enclosure without difficulty.
“Hey, Fluffy. Come out here. I want to show you something.”
She hopped to the doorway, curious.
Max grinned. “You know that funny wooden stool thing in the lean-to?”
Chloe nodded. Neither of them had been able to figure out what it was.
“I figured it out.”
She stepped outside and looked around at the trees with delight. Every branch and twig was coated in white frost. Thick snow softened the lines of the fence and lean-to and made the utilitarian yard look soft, magical.
The enormous brass kettle they thought was for laundry was steaming.
“I filled it up last night and started a fire this morning.” Max came close, his eyes had a fiery glint. “That wooden thing fits in the bottom, so we can get in without touching the hot metal.”
He grabbed her close, his nostrils flared slightly as he breathed hard. I’m gonna give you a bath, Fluffy.”
Her apron was off in a flash, and his, too. Then he practically dragged her to a stump placed next to the cauldron and urged her in, his hands clutching her buttocks.
With a squeal, she splashed into the hot water. She slid down onto the wooden platform until she was covered up to her shoulders. Max settled behind her, arms and legs around her. “Tight fit, he murmured. “Just the way I like it.”
She could feel his rigid cock pressed against her backside. His hands cupped her breasts and pulled her back tight to his chest. Shifting around a little, they were able to kiss while his fingers pulled and squeezed her nipples.
“Are we going to do something naughty in the bath?” She turned around on his lap, so they were face to face.
He grinned and waggled his eyebrows at her. “Not too naughty. I don’t know that having sex in the water would be very comfortable for you. But we can kiss.”
The kiss was deep and long. He suckled her tongue, and when she drew away for a breath, he pulled her head quickly back in place so they could kiss some more. Long fingers found her nipples again, rolling and tugging until she was squirming with pleasure against him.
She slid a hand down to his cock and played with the tip until he groaned into her mouth.
“Ahh, I love this,” he whispered into her hair. “In a few minutes, we’re going to run into the house and dive under the covers. Then I’m going to make love to you for the rest of the day. In the bed...in front of the fire...”
She almost said it as they snuggled there in the steaming water, lacy snowflakes enclosing them in a private, magical world. I love you...
Instead, she whispered, “Yes, make love to me all day...”