You own me like whispers in poetry

With every touch and tongue flick, she gasped and moaned. Her little noises would leave her throat and enter the air around her. She'd squirm and roach her back as he would bring her closer and closer to release and then spirit himself away. The barest of his touch made her writhe.

Eventually, she was panting and he sent her over the edge with his slow deliberate brushing of his tongue. She felt him finally wriggle his body on top of her and whispered words she wondered if he'd ask.

"Yes!" She replied emphatically! Squirming with delight! He'd have to help her out of the dugout. When she finally got to her paws, she peppered him with kisses over his nose, took the blindfold, and tied it over his eyes.

As soon as it was on she drew one claw down his neck, and over his shoulder then silently stepped back for a moment. He'd never been vulnerable like this with her. It felt undeniably intoxicating as she carefully and silently walked around him. She came closer to his side and drew a claw over his hip then pushed lightly for him to roll over.

"Roll over my sweet." She purred.

"Speech"