Stir the coals

He didn't have to wait long, the secluded mountaintop emboldened her. She noticed him slow up ahead, she had fallen behind some ways, panting with exertion. As she noticed him slow, her pace quickened along with her need. Just as he turned about to face her, she launched herself at him to bowl him over. Burying her face into his neck, then seeking his maw to kiss and kiss and kiss fervently, frenzied and feverish.

Her tail wagged as she kissed down his neck, frantically nipping at his fur. She was possessed, obsessed, and ablaze with lust. Down his chest, her kisses went, the soft belly exposed for her. As she caught her breath she slowed, her breaths came in gasps and starts, and now they deepened. Her golden eyes looked up from where she was about to descend. A teasing question, would he allow her to do as he had done for her?

With her tongue, she traced down the valley of his chest to his soft lower stomach. She traced the outline of him. With a glint in her eyes, she gently ran the front of her teeth against him then her tongue. She giggled as she tasted him, then tasted him again. She gingerly released him and forged a way with her kisses and tasting back up to his neck, right up to his jawline.

She relished every sound he made, it made her ravenous. Her eyes drank in every inch of his face as she shifted her hips to tease him. Rolling them just to graze over him and torture him just a little more.

"Speech"