My Easter Bunny

My Easter Bunny - One Shot

"Happy Easter."

I was still half asleep as I headed from the bedroom to the kitchen desperately looking for coffee. Did he just say what I thought he did? "Did you just wish me a happy Easter, Norman?"

"Yeah, I did."

That's when I looked over at him and burst out laughing. This was so typical of him, that I don't know why I was surprised. He was sitting shirtless in a chair with one sweatpants-clad leg over the armrest. A cigarette was dangling from his fingers as usual. But what had me laughing were the bunny ears he had in his head.

White and pink bunny ears.

Never knew the Easter Bunny could look so hot.

I cocked my head and tried to figure out what he was up to. "I thought you didn't celebrate stupid holidays like this? I know you're not religious enough to be celebrating it that way, so what's with the ears?"

Norman didn't answer me right away. Instead, he took another drag of his cigarette as he stared at me. "Thought we could have some fun today."

"Babe, we have fun every day. Usually two or three times a day. I think we doubled that last night. So unless you are going to give me a straight answer I need my coffee."

He should know better than to get all Norman on me before I had my caffeine. I loved my quirky man. Norman was as unique as they came and I loved every single weird, unusual and smoking hot thing he did. We had been together for the better part of two years and I loved him more every day.

We had met down here in Georgia. He was filming his show and I was just a nobody whose car broke down on a deserted country road. Cell coverage was zip and the day was freaking hot. He was out on his bike and stopped to see if he could help. I guess I looked pretty pitiful.

I didn't recognize him at all. I just saw a pretty hot guy stopping to help me and I was all for it. But by the time the day was done, he had not only gotten my car towed but charmed the pants right off me...literally.

We rode together on his bike back to his place to call for a tow. I was definitely impressed with his house. He had told me that after I called for the tow, he would give me a lift home. I lived over in Peachtree city.

But that never happened.

It wasn't until the next morning that I realized he was Norman Reedus TV and movie star. We had sex half a dozen times by then and I was already addicted to him. We spent the majority of the rest of the weekend naked and having sex. He was insatiable and I was so hot for him that I was ready for anything he wanted.

I had never done anything like this before in my life. Sure, I had a few one-night stands, but they were brief and afterward I could never get home fast enough. This was crazy all-out sex all weekend. Best sex of my life.

Sunday night was when he finally took me home, and I thought that was going to be it. I was ready for the "Hey, thanks for the great sex. I'll call you." Then I'd wait for the call that never came. But that's not what happened.

We were sitting in his pickup. That was the car I chose for him to take me home in. Not the Mercedes, not the Porsche, but the pickup. It was quiet as we both were trying to figure out what to say. He spoke first.

"I had a good time this weekend. I really did, Can I see you again, Taylor?" Norman asked me. I could swear he sounded a little bit nervous. The man had fucked me every which way that weekend, so he had no reason to be nervous now.

But as much as I loved the sex we had, I didn't want to be used for just that. So I told him I enjoyed the time with him too, and I would love to see him again, but if he was looking for a fuck buddy, then I would have to decline.