Easter bunnies

Star pressed closer. Her bare thighs framed his face as he parted her and took her into his mouth. The first slow lick drew a soft whimper from her; the second turned it into a quiet moan. He kept going—hungry, thorough—until her hips began to roll and her fingers tightened in his hair. She tasted sharp and sweet. When she came, it was quick and hard, thighs trembling around his head while the bell outside rang noon.