[ The way she says his name makes him shiver on top of her and his fingers squeeze a little tighter around hers. There is instinct in this; appreciation and affection and more. Her nightgown is disposed off, tossed aside along with her undergarments, and she is gloriously naked underneath him.
Although now he feels overdressed.
He'll deal with it in a moment.
For now he continues to essentially worship her - or perhaps consume her - with every brush of his tongue and nip of his teeth against her breasts. He sprawls out before (over) her, gazing up at her with lidded eyes as his mouth finally moves lower, planting kisses in the soft fur against her belly, threatening to go lower and lower. ]
[Being stripped bare is a relief for her at this point, what remained on her feeling clingy and stifling in the wake of this expanding, overwhelming heat. She squeezes his hand back in return, sitting up even more so as he begins to trace her with his mouth down further.
He is overdressed, even having removed his pants, but for now that observation doesn't even linger for long when he looks up at her, his mouth at her stomach, her own fur already in disarray from the brush of his tongue.
She's needful, body pleading with her to push him downward even faster, but the nights are long and for now she has time. Even still, she shifts once again beneath him, legs splayed for him.
She wants to be consumed...in any way he'd have her.]
[ There's still his undershirt and his boxers, but he hasn't touched those yet. His attention is on her for now and he isn't worried about himself. Not yet. Instead, his fangs scrape against her belly, mouth opening wide as he glances up at her, and he drags his tongue along the slickness of her sex, tasting her. It's a gentle, slow lick and drag and then he repeats it, teasing at her labia, pulling the flat of his tongue against the hood of her clit.
It's a slow sort of devouring, but one he appreciates intensely. ]
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Although now he feels overdressed.
He'll deal with it in a moment.
For now he continues to essentially worship her - or perhaps consume her - with every brush of his tongue and nip of his teeth against her breasts. He sprawls out before (over) her, gazing up at her with lidded eyes as his mouth finally moves lower, planting kisses in the soft fur against her belly, threatening to go lower and lower. ]
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He is overdressed, even having removed his pants, but for now that observation doesn't even linger for long when he looks up at her, his mouth at her stomach, her own fur already in disarray from the brush of his tongue.
She's needful, body pleading with her to push him downward even faster, but the nights are long and for now she has time. Even still, she shifts once again beneath him, legs splayed for him.
She wants to be consumed...in any way he'd have her.]
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It's a slow sort of devouring, but one he appreciates intensely. ]