I Touch Myself

"Need A Hand" by Kulkum

“How’re you doing there, Carrots?”

The bunny almost rolled her eyes, but was a little too focused on the hard cock being stroked by a ruddy paw to actually let her eyes move enough to do it. Not the hottest thing she had ever seen but certainly verging on one of the most frustrating she could remember.

“This was your idea, Nick,” she huffed, her own scent seeming distant as the musk of aroused fox assaulted her nose. “And I’m doing f-fine.”

“Aside from looking at this like it’s a gallon of water and you’re lost the dunes?” As he said it, he squeezed the length on the upstroke, which had the painfully delicious result of have a drizzle of precum slide over the crest of the tapped red length. Even as she felt drool gather in her mouth, the drop was lost in the fur of his paw as he determined to use it as lube. This had her slide her own silky fingers deeper into the wet mouth of her sex as a little whimper escaped her, followed by his lowly growled laugh. “I’m going to win.”

“This was your idea,” she reminded him, as if it was needed. There was no way she would have come up with the idea to watch each other masturbate, without touching each other, to see who could make the other cum first. Though she could tell by the quick rise and fall of his cream-colored chest and the way his cock throbbed that her scent was getting to him, she was pretty damned close herself. “Now scoot closer. Right here beside me.”

“No touching,” he needlessly reminded her, though he did as she said, walking on his knees until he was beside her. The position was perfect, leaving her with a view that allowed her to see every throb, drip, and the beginnings of his knot forming at the base.

“I know. I just wanted you closer,” she murmured as she ran her thumb over her clit lightly, causing her body to shudder as the sensation combined with the scent of him. Inspiration struck. Well, more like a lusty idea of what she really wanted to happen now, but she went with it. “You said I can’t touch it, so I won’t. But when you cum all over my face, I’ll be able to taste it.”

The effect was obvious. With their tendency to fuck like – Well… bunnies - he usually finished inside of her. There hadn’t really been a chance for him to mark her with this specific scent, and it showed as his eyes narrowed as his cock throbbed in his paw. The knot she loved so swelled further as, rather than slow his pace, he quickened it as the familiar snarl of pleasure escaped his muzzle. The triumph was almost as good as the orgasm she felt rising the second she felt the first warm splash right across her muzzle, causing her mouth to open to catch the second spurt. They both knew she was going to smell like fox for days, and neither would have had it any other way. She purred in a very feminine way as multiple levels of pleasure rolled through her, one obviously the taste of him on her tongue.

Of course, fun or not, that didn’t mean she didn’t need more.

“Next one is inside of me, fox.”