You own me like whispers in poetry

He shuddered, panting, and took matters into his own paws when he felt her teeth graze over him. Tantalising, teasing, until his heart felt fit to burst. He lunged forward, Forepaws stretching out as he grabbed her in a grizzly bear hug. He dragged her down on top of him, pressing his back legs against her as his forelegs held her down. “No escape.” He whispered in her ear as he rolled them over, landing right back in the ditch with her under him.


All with the blindfold still on. Blinded, he pressed his body down against her, finding her throat by touch so he could brush his teeth across them. “How should I punish you, little Bird?” He whispered, his teeth against her throat still. He melded their bodies together and pushed down into her with a throaty, needy groan. Already pushed too close to the edge he couldn't help the gasp, letting of her neck for a moment as he forgot himself.


He pressed his lips back against the fragile structure of her throat, nipping lightly at it as he drove into her again. His need for her was hot and immediate and finding any measure of control Was difficult. He breathed against her skin, digging his teeth in a little harder, cutting off her ear in time with a thrust before releasing his grip again, and holding himself still above her. Was her own need as desperate as his?