I Like The Way It Hurts

Cirrus knew that he was holding back, she could feel it in the way that he tensed, in the way that he breathed. Though he'd only been with one other woman, he knew enough to hold off his pleasure, letting it build until there was no other choice but to let himself go. Their panting and moaning melded into a symphony as their paces quickened and soon Cirrus felt that familiar tightening within her core. Little flutters of pleasure began and, the moment that the brutes paws tightened on her hips and he pushed her down upon him, the woman screamed out her pleasure. Her vision ran white as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss pounded her into the sands of lust and release.

It had been difficult to focus on the man's pleasure when her body was moving of its own accord, but she knew that he had reached his peak as well. Strong paws pulled her down atop him and Cirrus didn't fight it. Her slender body still quivered and quaked with the after effects of their passionate act. So small was she in comparison that she remained joined with him and could still place her cheek on his chest. Beneath her dark ear, she could hear the brutes heart hammering as it fought to return to its base rhythm. Her own was fluttering about as she worked to regain her own breath. So, while she came down from her high, laying upon him was fine.

It was fine for him as well. Arms wrapped around her almost affectionately and a part of Cirrus bridled against that feel. Something in the man felt like he needed this close contact though. Not that they hadn't already been as close as you could get, but this was a different kind of close. It was completely out of style for the woman, but she allowed the gold marked man to hold her for as long as he wished, though she knew she would be gone before the sun rose without ever knowing his name. They were such trivial things, afterall.

"Cirrus"