Wine Coolers, Chapter 3
#2 of Wine Coolers
"Mmmph!!"
Nick couldn't be sure who made the noise - him or her. They were wrapped up in eachother, tangled together, her legs around his waist, his paws cupped under her ass. Tongues intruded into foreign mouths as Nick's head swam in frantic colors. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, a frightened bird beating its wings against a wire cage.
No sooner had they touched down on the narrow bed, a fight broke out - a race to see who would get the other naked first. Nick had a hefty head start, given that the bunny girl was swaddled only in his oversized Hawaiian tee, held together by three wooden buttons. But the shirt may as well have been welded together with an alloy of Mithril and whatever Wolverine's bones are coated with, because Nick's fumbling fingers just could not... get... the damn things... to pop...
Fuck it. He had thousands of Hawaiian shirts at home. He ripped the shirt.
Judy panted beneath him, her downy soft fur laying exposed to the cool room air. The sight of her - of this much of her - sent a shiver rippling up Nick's spine. He wanted to touch her, to taste her, to feel her warm little body against him, holding him close, letting him in.
Their kiss broke just long enough for Judy to wrench the hem of Nick's shirt over his head. No sooner had the fabric cleared his pointed snout, she was against him again, plying his lips open with hers, flicking her tongue across his sharp teeth.
Nick screamed internally as Judy nibbled at his bottom lip, trying desperately to wriggle out of his now too-tight pants. Sweet fuck, WHY?? his mind wondered. Why do we have to wear clothes when we've got fur?! He fumbled impotently at the belt, the buckle, the button. Accoutrements of dress that had once yielded themselves freely, but which now spurned his advances.
Judy slapped his paws away. "Let me."
Panting as her small paws alighted over the fray, the bunny girl made short work of undoing Nick's khakis. His bulge, pulling taut the checkered boxers underneath, sprang up into the cool morning air.
Judy sat back, startled, eyes wide. "Jeez."
Nick swallowed, looking down. "I told you."
For a while Judy sat stock still Indian-style on the tangled bedsheets, seeming to marvel at it. Slowly, she began to giggle.
The tip of Nick's nose flared dark red. "W-what's funny?!" But he could hardly be heard over the rabbit's sharp peals. She collapsed onto her back, naked chest rumbling, an arm slung over her face as she painted all four walls with laughter.
Though embarrassed at first, before long Nick found he was laughing himself - the kind of rolling, sprawling, full-faced guffawing foxes are known for. He collapsed down on the bed next to her, and for a while they could only lay there, sprawled out under the ceiling, giggling like children.
Once their chuckles had begun to subside, Judy rolled across the duvet cover, right into the crux of Nick's arm. She grinned up at him, reaching out a hammy mitt and placing it gingerly against the fox's snout.
"Sorry. First-time jitters."
Taking hold of her paw, Nick kissed her palm. "Mm-hmm."
"Just... go slow. At first." She chewed her bottom lip. "Okay?"
Nick pushed himself up, caging the rabbit between his outstretched arms. He leaned in to nuzzle the tip of his nose against hers. Then, brushing his lips against the cone of her ear, purred: "I'm not going to hurt you. Ever." He kissed her cheek. "I promise."
Judy's legs wound around his hips, heels catching in the elastic waistband of his underwear, working them down. His narrow body slid easily between her legs, perfectly molding to hers. The first brushing contact caused goosebumps to break out under her fur, a rumbling purr to stir from her chest as her arms tightened their hold around him.
It was frustratingly slow at first. Nick moved so softly, so gingerly, trying to not hurt her. When Judy's lungs would suck in air, Nick would stop. When her arms would furrow deeper into his scruff, Nick would stop. She wanted to protest but she was lost to words, caught up in the friction of it all. The feeling of being pushed into, of being opened, was indescribable. Closing her eyes, Judy buried her face down into the brightly-colored fur.
Nick growled against her ear. "Holy hell! It's... it's in!"
Oh, she knew. He really didn't need to tell her. But he sounded so excited that, even from somewhere lost in her body, Judy produced a faint smile. "Yaay."
Nick propped himself up on his hands, looking down on her with concern. She kissed the underside of his chin. When his lips dove on hers, they were searing hot. She could feel the restraint in them, the floodgates of raw, primal desire being kept at bay as he slowly worked himself against her. The rise and fall of his chest against hers, the cool, masculine smell of his fur flooded her senses. His hips rolled in, sending Judy writhing against the bedsheets. She felt full and warm and alive, clinging to his narrow shoulders for dear life.
"N-Nick!" she seethed against his throat.
"Hmm?"
"Mmmf!" She bit her lip, eyes screwing shut. "Please... please don't stop."
His panting rasped against her ear, his body so warm and hard and foreign beneath her gripping paws as she arched up, grinding roughly against him. Hearing him shudder, feeling him wince... it was indescribable. She could feel his pulse within her, in some deep, interior part of her. It burns; she can't even pretend it doesn't. She's pulled taut, stretched to her absolute limit. The way his hips rolled against hers, pressing her down into the mattress, filling her up, only to retreat again, leaving her empty and wanting more... she'd never felt anything like it before. Nick was nothing if not considerate. Though his hips never once stopped moving, Judy could tell he was paying attention to every moan, every squeak, every tightening of her legs around his waist. His long muzzle pressed affectionately into the top of her headfur.
For Judy, it almost felt as though she were floating away with a bad fever, watching from above as her body was pushed to its limits and beyond. Desperately needing to feel grounded to something, she gripped the back of Nick's neck, pulling him down into the most searing, needful kiss she'd ever given anyone ever. Her paws held his cheeks as her tongue dove into his mouth. She felt his thrusts become irregular, his kisses turn sloppier, more needful.
"Judy... I..."
"I know. Me too. It's okay."
Nick's claws dug into the bedspread. A ragged breath broke midway as he began to fall apart in her arms as he let loose a strained groan, eyelids fluttering.
Their hips crushed together, tawny fur to tawny fur; stars streaked behind Judy's eyelids as she gripped him, holding on for dear life. Feeling Nick twitch and throb within her was enough to send Judy over the edge. Her orgasm - the first anyone had ever given her - came about as a noise that sprung from her sharp and sweet, filling the room, catching her and her partner by surprise as they rested together on sweat-drenched sheets.