[She won't admit to it out loud, but the threat of teeth against the thin skin of her throat, knowing how easy it would be for him to just tear into her should he so choose, makes her feel utterly breathless. Things seem to slow down to near stopping, in a way which elevates her sensitivity towards touch and movement, and she can't help but make a small whimper of a noise as his palm presses against her breast at her behest.
She's small, but everything she feels is just so big and overwhelming, squirming a bit as his hand grazes her nipple, already peaked and obvious through her nightgown. And as he kisses downward, she brings her hands up to feel up along his upper back, fingers featherlight against the broad breadth of his shoulders, coming to rest at the back of his head, running her hands through warm fur.
Each movement, each touch draws a noise from her. She was never much of a quiet bedmate.]
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She's small, but everything she feels is just so big and overwhelming, squirming a bit as his hand grazes her nipple, already peaked and obvious through her nightgown. And as he kisses downward, she brings her hands up to feel up along his upper back, fingers featherlight against the broad breadth of his shoulders, coming to rest at the back of his head, running her hands through warm fur.
Each movement, each touch draws a noise from her. She was never much of a quiet bedmate.]