You own me like whispers in poetry

She did not mind playing the victim, and he had fun teasing and taunting her, pepping her in kisses, pressing his tongue into the position between her legs. Brushing a paw across her fur until the both of them were panting with desire. It was harder to keep hidden the longer it went on, he couldn't keep from making noises as the scent and sounds of her drove his need up a few notches.


He teased her once more, crouching between her legs to brush his tongue agonisingly slowly across her, before he wiggled his body up to her face and gently pulled off the eye mask. “My little love.” He whispered, looking into her eyes. The moment he had tied the eye mask over her the first time, he had known he wanted to do this. “Would you like a turn?” He asked her teasingly.