You wait until you round the corner before full sprinting to your bedroom. You hear yells and cries as you pass but you don't care. You've just been kissed by the best guy in the world! Who cries about the faceless and their problems? You close your bedroom door and scream, jumping up and down. Elliot March Just Kissed YOU! You break out in your victory dance. Yes! You, (first and last name) are a Total Vixen! You sit down in a heap on your floor, exhausted. And it was only morning. Imagine what Elliot could do if you pushed him a bit further. Maybe that magazine isn't good for nothing. I crawl towards it, flipping quickly to the next section:

9. Utter the One Word That Drives Him Nuts

As electrifying rush your man gets when his name crosses your lips. It ratchets up his desire because the message you send is 'It's you I'm thinking about and no one else.' And men need to hear that it's tied to their primal urge to beat out all the competition.

His name? I want to hear My name on his lips, over and over again as we climax together. I touch my face. Was I going there with Elliot? Why not? I wanted to. He obviously did too. What should I do? I stand up and start to pace back and forth. But his lips were still burning against mine. I couldn't advance on him twice in one day. Or could I? No, this felt crazy, he should chase me. No, he shouldn't. I've put in all this work trying to pursue him, I will not stop because my basic female urges tells me it needs to be a part of some complicated romantic notion. You close your eyes, flopping on the bed. So what's the game plan? I repeat Elliot's name like an idiot until he takes you then and there. As nice as that sounds, I don't think so. I squirm underneath the covers, maybe I'll take a nap before our sessions. It could give me a fresh mind and a clean slate to figure out a plan. You fall asleep next to your pillow imagining you were snuggling next to Elliot instead.

A hand pushes your arm. You snuggle deeper into the sheets. "Ilegaveeugphtymepalxonge." I mutter, pushing the person off. The arm snakes around your torso. "Babe, I need you." "If it isn't a fire or a tornado then you don't need me." You grumble. The voice gets closer, breathing its breath on your ear. "But it's dire!" Your ear starts to burn at the contact. Well now you can't go to sleep. "On a scale of one to ten, how bad is it?" You question, suddenly intrigued. The body grinds against you as you feel a man's hard, ridged core. You stiffen. Who's bed is this? And who is this guy that's against you? "On a scale? Is waking up, stiff, turned on and wanting to fuck your girlfriend out of her mind considered a ten?" The guy sultry purrs. The guy starts to plant small kisses along your neck and shoulder, taking enough care to sensually lick each one after. You shutter, the intimate caress, setting a blaze in the pit of your stomach. As the guy kept kissing, the fire inside of you kept spreading. The guy uses the hand that's been wrapped around you to gently sneak under your shirt, or what's left of it. You look down. You're wearing a dark blue, loose, lace, corset looking shirt, except this corset was freeing. It fit more like a t-shirt. You're so horrified that you're turned on by some guy you don't even know. Before you get the chance to think of anything else, the guy groped your boob. Your vagina clenched in readiness, trying to stop the flame that had already engulfed your whole lower half. You shift to roll over, prepared to confront your attacker. "Umm, excuse you..." Your voice got caught in your throat. "What's wrong, bunny?" Was all you heard Eliot say. Your eyes traveled downward to the distinct male pleasure of the rabbit man. His amber blonde hair curtained his face in soft sheets. He was shirtless and you looked downward, wearing boxers. "Elliot." You breathe, not trusting yourself to say anything more. "That's my name." he purrs, nuzzling his face into your neck. He rolled on top, the weight of him making you gasp. "Oh, is my little bunny afraid?" he joked. The heat that was clearly plastered on your face spread to your stomach. You shook your head, unsure of what to say. Elliot smiles, sending your locked legs to jelly. "Here let me do all the work, all I want for you to do, is to say my name from that pretty little mouth of yours." He cooed, leaning his whole body on yours. His mouth hits yours before you can say anything. You feel a hand snake around your back, pulling you closer. His lips were soft and lush, the callus exterior grating against your bottom lip. You could feel his full erection brush on your thigh. You don't care, you just kiss him back, needing him. Elliot tasted like he did when he kissed you in the hallway: wheat, blood, and dedication. Something you'd normally think smelled odd, but his particular mix of man made it a new intoxication for you. You hear a knock, causing Elliot to look up. You stare up at him, as his muscles bulge. His strong rabbit ears are erect, listening for our intruder.

*Knock, Knock*

You open your eyes, shocked that it was just a vivid dream. The knock came again

*Knock, knock*

"Come in." You reply, sitting up. Your tight shirt was a wrinkled mess and being in the skinny jeans for long had cut off circulation to your legs. You pushed your hair out of your eyes, hoping that it looked somewhat decent after your 'nap'. A faceless maid peeked her head in. "I'm sorry (name) but Master Elliot insisted I come get you for your daily teaching lesson." You cock an eyebrow "Did he now?" "Yes, yes, Ma'am…..(name)." she quickly adds when I don't respond. I get out of my bed, kicking the magazine as I got down. The book flies across the room right directly in front of the faceless maid polished black shoes. "What's this ma'am?" She asks picking up the magazine. I walk over to her, taking it from out of her grasp. I only had a few seconds before meeting him and I didn't know what I was going to do to say Elliot's name repeatedly. "Nothing important, just something to keep me entertained." I answer, walking into my closet. "Oh, I'm so sorry ma'am. I didn't mean to-" I hear the maid begin. I stuck my head out of the closet. "You are fine. Please don't apologize to me." I duck back into the closet, grabbing the first 'sexy' thing I can find. "Yes, ma'am." The maid replies. I throw the shirt on and step back into my room. "Oh and that's another thing' I sway to the mirror, fixing my outfit. It was a simple Deep V purple shirt and my dark wash skinny jeans, Elliot's already kissed me, there's no way he won't succumb to my feminine wiles. 'I hate when people call me ma'am' I turn and look at the maid, she's patiently standing at the door. I scrunch up my nose 'It sounds super old, like my mother or something. No, I'm not a ma'am. I'm just (name)." I tell her, turning to give her my full attention. The faceless maid shakes her head. "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry. Yes (name)." I smile "See that's easy. Now come on, I'm going to meet Elliot." I say to her, guiding her out of my room. "Thank (name)." she responds, walking in the opposite direction of me.

I stand at Elliot's study door. I've been here a million and one times, but I've never been here like this, having been kissed by the very man who was inside. "Here goes nothing." You sigh, walking in. Elliot was sitting at his desk, working. His golden yellow hair, concealed his face from my view. The hunch of his shoulders writing quickly made me want to melt. All I could think of was the way his body weight slammed against mine as he kissed me, pushing my digging my body further into his. How could Elliot write briefs and budgets as if nothing happened? As if he didn't push you away then kiss the senseless out of you. You squeeze your thighs tighter to stop the heat that's begun to burn down there. The dream popped back up. It was too vivid; it felt too real. You quietly close the door, hoping to have a second to watch the magnificent man that you plan on calling yours. You see him flinch when he hears the door clicks. "(Name)" You inwardly jump, turning around to face Elliot. "Elliot." You squeak, blushing. His eyes roam over your body, mentally undressing you. You start to become uncomfortable as the silence drags on. That's when you remember to repeat his voice over and over again. "Elliot." You say. The bunny mans' ears snap up. You can feel the heat coming from those purple eyes all the way over here. "Elliot." You state firmly. "Yes, yes, (name)." You take a step toward him, strutting in a way you hoped appeared sexy. Elliot just sat there, drinking you in with his eyes. "You called me in here for a learning session. So' you lean forward on the edge of the desk 'what will I be learning today, teacher?" You purr, jutting your chest out. The rabbit man turns a beautiful shade of red. You start to thank your quick decision to wear the deep V-neck, Elliot could barely tear his eyes away.

"L-Le-Learning' Elliot rips his eyes away from your protruding breast to stare at your face. His features begin to soften. "Yes, my silly Elliot' you lean forward to playfully push at his arm where do you want me?" Elliot's eyes grow huge. "Wa-wa-want you?!" You bat your eyelashes. "Yes Elliot, what do I have to do' you get up and walk around the desk to face Elliot 'to understand the inner workings of this body?" Elliot's full on blush had spread from his face to his ears. Good, I thought, because my full on arousal was spreading also. I leaned forward again. "Huh, Elliot?" "I-I-I' his eyes darted everywhere, trying to avoid you, but you saw it in those purple eyes of his; you saw the lust that he wouldn't admit. 'Think you-you should s-s-study those books in the corner over-over there." Elliot shakily replies, pointing in the direction of the same stack of books he'd ask you to go to whenever he knew he couldn't control himself around you. You smile, that was a dead giveaway. Elliot was trapped and there was no way you were gonna let him go. You pout "But Elliot, what if I have a question? I won't be able to ask you it from all the way over you." You complain, trying to sound innocent. Elliot glances over your body again, a small bulge in his pants, beginning to form. He squeezes his eyes shut, prepared to fight off whatever attraction he's developed for me. "I'm sure that you can walk back here if you have any further questions." "But Elliot I need you. What if I have a problem getting off by myself? What if you're so busy that you can't cum, I can't finish the job without you?" I whine, lacing sex within each word. His shuts his eyes tighter. "I'm gonna admit this to you once and once only, (name) all I want to do is, is-" His eyes snapped open. He grabbed your wrist and bought you down to crash against his lips. He inserted his tongue, tasting and roaming around in my mouth before you get the chance to yelp. You open your mouth larger as your surprise comes out. Elliot's surprising grip on your hand held firm as it made you bent down to kiss him from an odd angle. One of your legs was on the ground while the other was in his lap. One of your hands was free falling and the other was resting on Elliot's thigh, under his grip. You didn't like this position. It felt rushed, it didn't feel right, and every kiss with Elliot was supposed to feel explosive. You push your tongue at his. He takes that as an invite to get a tad rough, running a hand down your arm. It sent chills down your spines. No, you mentally shake your head. You want to kiss Elliot but not at the expense of your neck killing you.

You push back from Elliot. While you are jumping backward, you trip over a wheel on Elliot's chair. "AHHHHHH!" "(NAME)!" Elliot cries, trying to grab hold of your other arm, instead he falls forward with you. You land in a heap on the floor. "Oh, my aching' you try to touch your hand but can't. Elliot's entire body is pressed against yours. You can feel the imprint of his erection starting to form. 'Elliot." You whisper. The rabbit man has his head leaned against one of your boobs. He shifts to the side, causing his ears to move also. They tickle under your chin. "Elliot what are-' He starts to kiss the outline of your bra through your shirt. 'Oh My Gosh! Elliot!' I gasp, the bunny man just shifts into a more comfortable position, placing one leg in-between both of yours and aligning our stomachs. He dips his head and begins to kiss on top of the shirt. The soft, delicate kisses, make the butterflies in my stomach flutter and a heat burn in my lower regions. 'Elliot what are you-' Elliot pops his head up and smiles. "Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot?" he jokes. You blush. "No, but-" Elliot kisses you, then. His slightly rough lips meet with your moisture ones. He uses his upper lip to devour your top one, leaving you under his spell as he engulfs you. One of his hands creeps behind you, to grasp the arch in your back. You breathe in Elliot as his tongue inserts itself into your mouth. You follow suit, hungry for the taste of him. You dart around Elliot's roaming tongue to do some excavating of your own. His mouth barely pauses to let you in. You lick along his tongue and the sides of his mouth, he tastes of carrots and cotton candy. You close your eyes, inhaling his scent of wheat and purity. It was like being at a county fair or a really exotic place. "Oh Elliot!" I moan, wrapping both legs around his hips. I could feel the sogginess of my panties as his leg grinded against my pants.

Elliot pulled apart from me, begging for air. "(Name)' he pants, rocking his body on mine. The friction we caused was almost too much. I felt as if I was gonna explode if he didn't touch me now. His usually bright purple eyes were a dark violet, rimmed with charcoal. 'I don't know what you're doing to me." I grinned. "Me neither." Elliot laughs "Then let's figure out." Elliot grabbed my aching breast, causing me to shriek in surprise. He pushed down my V-Neck far enough to expose my lace bra. The sudden rush of air made my hardening nipples swell in exhibition. "Your beautiful (name)" Elliot hushes, testing the first breast to see how it feels in his hand. I push harder against him making our bodies rock in slow, sexual movements. Elliot grunts. "(Name) it-it's hard to con-concidict- I mean concentrate with you doing that." "Oh, this?" I ask, making my legs around Elliot tighter. Elliot sneers "Yes, that." His erection throbbed on the inside of my thigh calling me to him. "If that's how you want to play it." He grinned, yanking down my bra. "Elliot!" he plants kisses on the most sensitive parts of my breast, fondling the other which sheer force of a child at play. "Elliot! Elliot! ELLIOT!" I yell, as he seductively licks every spot he kisses. He places his whole mouth over my pert nipple, the knob wound so tight that I couldn't undo it if I tried. Elliot came down on it, sucking the tip, the feeling of his tongue roughly skating across it a brief reminder of the game I was playing. "Okay, Elliot' he grated his teeth over my skin. 'ELLIOT!" I hollered, feeling the pleasure he sent me run through my body in waves. I arch my back in invitation. "Do it again." I pant. Elliot laughs and it's deep and beautiful. I look up has his hair sticks to his head. "I got a better idea. Let's stay here for a while." I blink. "Doing what." Elliot grins like a mischievous school boy. "Learning."

Hey sorry everyone that I'm so so so incredibility late with this chapter. I just started college and everything been a worldwide, plus my laptop charger died on me so I've been without a laptop for the last two weeks :( So this is hopefully a great attempt at gaining your trust again. I promise each chapter will come out every month i just don't know exactly when in the month anymore. Also: tell me if you like, hate, wish it was dirtier, want more fluff, whatever in the chapter cuz i feel like it's missing something. Anyways comment if you want to know more!

Thanks for your patience. Rhett Darcy