Maybe it's a dream

He soothed his paw gently down the fur of her back. Gentle, rhythmic motions in her coat. “so romantic” he teased, but his voice was light, happy. He didn’t mind if she was a little shy, a little awkward. She was his now, and she was perfect just the way she was. After gazing into the deep pools of her beautiful sapphire eyes, he leaned forward again. Kissing her gently. “You taste… amazing. My Wren. I could drink this in for the rest of my life. Far better then fine wines” he slowly blinked, his smouldering eyes meeting hers.

“You are… my first.” He admitted, a little embarrassment in his voice now. He wondered at her own experiences, and if she had any. “My first, and my only.” He whispered into her ear. He wanted to be familiar with the curves of her body. To know her like he knew his own paw. How quickly these desires had built. Once he let himself love her, he did so absolutely.


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