Finding what is lost

The sound that escaped her undid him. He felt his body respond to her. Desiring, lusting after her. The scent of her told him she enjoyed his touch, and he moved along the edges of her muzzle. Nipping, licking, tasting her. She did more than kiss him. She nipped and pulled at his lip, and he gasped into her mouth. Groaning, and leaning into her embrace. She put a paw to his chest to give herself a little height and kissed him fully. He wrapped a paw around her back, pulling her towards him, pulling her chest against his. Everywhere they touched was fire. It burned through his veins, and his desire grew. A desperate serpent slithering through his body.

“Yes.” He gasped against her mouth. “Are you, Little Iggy? Do you want this?” He whispered, digging his claws lightly into her back, pulling her tighter, tighter against him. He did not know for sure if her response would change anything. But he wanted to know. Needed to know where they stood. If this was more than just her body's response to him.