Lost little lamb

She was a Lady? Could she really believe she could ever be one of the decorated ladies of the balls and parties? She had dreamed of being so beautiful, of turning heads as she entered a room. She laughed and breathed at his every tease.

Her smile was genuine and comfortable, a gleaming within her eyes as he slowly tugged her down to the floor. She closed her eyes and swayed her head to the side giving him easy access to her neck and jaw. Each kiss makes her chest heave with a heavy breath. A raspy giggle escapes her throat as he lingers on her chest, digging into her fur. She drew in an expectant breath and let out a chuff as he teased her to nip her knee. She playfully whispered a whine as he brushed passed her again!

He landed, and she writhed with a moan. He pressed upon her to keep her still and she arched her back into the sensations, rippling through her being. That noise unbidden escaped her lips at his ministrations. The attention he took to slowly make her squirm allowed her to get lost within her body. Her mind was fully enraptured. She twitched and shuddered against him as he went on, her breath heaving. She braced her feet on his shoulders, her hips dared to escape him as the pleasure became more intense. More, more, she begged with each moan, every gasp. Her claws dug into his arm as she neared so close to release.

"Speech"