Stir the coals

The both of them were breathless from laughter and lust. Or was it love? He narrowed his eyes at her, pulling in his laughter with a huff of effort. “Your right” he growled. It was hard to look menacing when she was sitting on his stomach. He grabbed her and rolled them again. He liked to do that, she moved so easily, and she was so small that he had no trouble cushioning her movements. “I should take you as I want, when I want.” He agreed, looking down at her in the sand. They were both coated now in a misting of fine black granules. There was enough heat in his voice and his eyes that it was difficult to tell if that was a tease or truth.

He lowered his head, tickling her stomach with his nose. “I should fill… right here?” he said, pressing his muzzle lightly against the spot where puppies would one day be. He grinned at her. They were trying to be patient. Truly. But it did seem like she would end up pregnant earlier than planned at the rate they were going. He lowered his muzzle, dragging it slowly across the skin of her belly. “Or… should I fill here?” he suggested, brushing his tongue against her sweet spot. He laughed at her words, his tongue moving with the motion. “Wait, you didn’t fuck your way to the top?” He teased her, lifting his tongue away to open his maw in silent laughter at her.