by J. D. Light
I cocked my hips back, taking the pressure off of our dicks, and sliding my hand along the outside of his thigh, down to his knee before moving back up the inside, cupping his tight sack in my hand and giving a gentle tug that had him keening.
When I found his hole, he was slick and his body already loosening for me. He moaned and rocked his hips against me as I opened him, and I continually swooped down to taste his sweet lips and feel my name being softly whispered against my mouth.
I really didn't know what I was doing, but I was taking the if it feels good approach, since people had been doing this dance for years, and somehow there were more people in the world every single day. Clearly they were figuring it out too.
I didn't have to wonder if I was doing anything for my sweet skunk, he wasn't the least bit shy about telling me where to touch him and how hard, and somehow, touching him was the easiest fucking thing I'd ever done. It was like I knew him so well, I could almost anticipate what he'd want before he even asked.
His eyes met mine as I pulled my fingers from his body. Neither of us said a thing as I used his slick to coat my dick before pressing the tip to his hole, and even though I could see the slight tremor running through his body, nothing in his eyes said he was scared of what was about to happen, and then I was pressing inside him, my eyes finally losing contact with his as they slid closed from the nearly scalding pressure of his channel.
We were both shaking and panting by the time I came to a rest, my entire dick engulfed in his perfect body. Pulling out and plunging back in wasn't even voluntary as my body took over, desperate for release.
He was the first to go, but barely, his body going rigid against me as he groaned out his orgasm into my mouth, cum shooting against my abs a brief moment before I felt a tingle I'd never felt before in my life, and I shouted as my body locked tight with his and I shot my seed deep into his body, nearly passing out at the way he squeezed my knot, milking every ounce of cum from my body as it continued to milk him as well.
When I truly didn't think there was any cum left for either of us to expel, I rolled us, so that he was spread out on top of me.
Our kiss turned slow and sweet. Soft nips and listless licks as we both came down, not stopping for some time when my knot finally released, and I could easily slip from his tight, gripping heat, but he still lay there sprawled across my chest as he took one more sipping kiss from my lips and then pressed his nose up under my chin.
"I don't know exactly when I fell in love with you," I whispered after a moment, making him gasp and pull his head back to look at me. "Maybe the very beginning, but I know there isn't anyone in the whole world who will ever mean as much to me as you do. I love you as a friend absolutely, but I love you as so much more. As a lover, a partner, a companion. I love you as my absolute everything."
He crossed his arms and propped them on my chest where he was looking down at me in surprise. "You love me?" he whispered, eyes wide. "Like, really love me? Like… marry me, love me?"
"I'd marry you tomorrow, Fowler," I whispered back, meaning it completely. "We're perfect for each other. Always have been. I'll never, ever give you a reason to doubt my love for you again."
He huffed, rolling his eyes. "I never doubted that you loved me… I just didn't realize how you loved me, and I love you too." He licked his lips. "How long does it take to get a marriage license?"
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Less than an hour, as it turned out, and less than two to be married. Obviously, everything was closed on Christmas, and Saturday and Sunday were a no go too, but when Monday rolled around, we were the first people in line.
Thunder and Bonny had been our witnesses, though neither had known at first why they were being summoned to the courthouse, and Bonny had actually entered behind Thunder, holding on to the back of his shirt like she expected one of us to kill her or something.
When we'd both attacked her, sandwiching her between us and thanking her for pushing us in the right direction, she'd cried, prompting Thunder to drag her out of our arms and glare at us over her head until he understood that she was crying because she was happy. Though, to be fair to Thunder, it was hard to tell. The girl wasn't a pretty crier.
They'd gone back to glaring at each other and snarking back and forth, but a very drunk Thunder had admitted to Fowler and me one night, that he hadn't slept with another woman since he'd met Bonny, and both of us spat beer across the room at the same time, making the inebriated bunny shifter who'd apparently not had sex in nearly a year, laugh his ass off.
I knew Fowler secretly wanted a bit of a fancier wedding… and so, here I was on the twenty-fifth day in April––some would argue, the perfect date––standing at the front of an adorable old white church with lovely walnut wood floors, nervously waiting for Bonny and Thunder to drag my blindfolded husband inside, so our family and friends could witness.
"Okay, another step," I heard Bonny say as the door opened, and there he was, my beautiful, perfect, amazingly sweet and caring husband, standing there in a black tux and a blindfold, his barely there baby bump pressing against the fabric of his jacket just enough for me to notice, but only because I knew he was pregnant.
We'd had our first ultrasound four weeks before, and though we still hadn't told anyone, the fact that he was expecting twins was going to make it to where we couldn't keep it a secret for long.
"Bonny, it's really sweet of you to invite me along to your formal tea party, but if you didn't want me watching you and Thunder make out, you could have just asked me to turn my head. I don't really know why the blindfold was necessary."
Thunder chuckled, and Bonny growled, reaching out to snatch the blindfold off of Fowler's face while he laughed.
His laughter died slowly, his eyes widening as he took in the old country church and all the people turned around watching him from the pews. He gasped when his gaze landed on me just as the Bridal Chorus started playing, and as expected, tears and a huge laughing smile bloomed at the same time.
I'd asked him countless times how he'd have wanted his wedding if we hadn't have done it the way we did, and listened my ass off as he told me about his traditionally simple wedding where he walked proudly down the aisle with his mother and father on each arm to the Bridal Chorus, but my gorgeous husband almost knocked his parents over as they tried to take their spots next to him, and there was no slow march down the aisle, my sweet skunk took off at a dead run, split jumping the stairs and throwing himself at me, wrapping both of his legs around my waist and bawling into my neck.
He'd probably be mad at himself later, but to me, it was absolutely perfect.
We spent the entire ceremony with his arms wrapped around my waist, and me holding him around his upper arms and back while we pressed our foreheads together and spoke our vows nearly against each other's lips.
Thunder told me later that it was an absolute bawl fest, but I never saw anything but my husband's beautiful green eyes, nor heard anything but his sweet voice.
When the reception, which was out on the church lawn was nearly over, the peace of the moment was broken by Bonny as she yelled at Thunder, drawing everyone's attention.
"I honestly don't care who you fuck, Thunder!" she yelled, flinging her hands in the air. "But I don't want to hear it when your fucking dick falls off." She started to storm off, but a laughing and happy-looking Thunder grabbed her wrist, jerking her into his arms, before bending her over backwards in a searing kiss.
She tried to fight it at first, but her resistance ended fairly quickly, and soon she had her fingers buried in the male bunny's hair, pulling him closer.
"Ha!" Fowler said, throwing a triumphant fist in the air. "Now she can stop lording her successful matchmaking over our heads. If it wasn't for our beautiful wedding, and my cousin Belle following Thunder around all day, she wouldn't have gotten pissed off enough to yell at him, and he wouldn't have realized that she was jealous and kissed the fuck out of her." He paused, reaching up to tap his chin. "I'm pretty su
re I just wrote my wedding toast to them."
I chuckled, grabbing my husband and kissing him hard.