Stir the coals

When he felt her collide with him, he let her knock him over, falling with her until she was on top of him. She buried him in kisses, frenzied at being denied. Her clear desire heated him right back up again, and he was panting, kissing her neck, her shoulder, whatever parts of her he could reach as she attacked him with her own affection.

He met her gaze as she stared boldly at him, and there was a challenge in his blue eyes. One she took as her tongue traced down his stomach. He let out a long, deep groan as he felt her tongue against his fur. Moving further down, down, until she touched the part that hungered just for her. His eyes were heavy with lust as he looked at her, until she was over him and he closed his eyes, making a noise of need.

She made her way slowly back up his stomach, and by the time she made her way back to his face he was mad with his lust. Her teasing, rolling body only incited him more. He grabbed at her neck with his teeth. Holding her to him as he rolled them over again. Pressing her against the ground beneath them. He kept his teeth in her coat, panting, groaning, as he lowered himself into her and finished what they had started. When he was done, he rolled over beside her, panting, chest heaving. Sated, if only for the moment. He turned a little towards her, and pushed his nose gently against his belly. “Do you think we filled it yet?” he asked, voice slightly teasing Did you drink the tea? Are we ready for something more?