The surprise on the brute's handsome face was worth her efforts. Every little sound and gasp and scrape of claws on grass fueled the fire within Isa. The woman wouldn't brag, but she was very, very good at this. With an expert tongue, she worked him into a fervor, the muscles in her neck flexing with each downward motion. One paw shifted to brace her weight while the other lifted, moving up to gently cup and fondle his furry bits.
As Isa moved over Sirius, enjoying the power that she was holding over him, her eyes always fought to stay locked on his face. With her motion and his writhing, it wasn't always easy, but every moment that she could, Isa's gaze watched his face. Each breath and groan was caught with swiveling ears. They ate up the sounds and his pleasure brought her pleasure. Seeing Sirius give all of himself to her this way... Isa moaned around him before picking up the pace, wrapping her mouth and tongue around him until he came undone.
