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When I open my eyes, the golden morning light is already streaming through the windows. My nose twitches as I take a deep breath. The air is heavy with the smell of bacon and freshly made coffee, and it warms me inside. I hear Henric padding around the kitchen, the occasional clank of a wooden spoon in a pot, or a pan being moved. Usually I'm up before him, but the bed just feels so comfortable today. I pull the comforter more tightly around me and doze off again.

It can't be too much later that I feel his weight sink onto the mattress next to me. He wraps a heavy arm around my side and gives me a squeeze, pressing his huge paw into my chest. As big spoon, he completely envelops me. Possibly the best thing - for a relatively short fox like myself - about dating an eight-foot polar bear. As he presses his body into mine, even through the comforter, I feel an erection prodding at the back of my thigh. I grin - I take it back, there are several perks.

"I made breakfast," he says softly, nuzzling the side of my neck.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm. You hungry?" He traces his claws gently through the fur on my head, plucking the strings of a mysterious chord that thrums through my body. I shudder with pleasure.

"I'm hungry... for something." I say, in my best seductive voice. He chuckles lightly.

"We still have to work on your sex talk, hon."

"Hey, I'm trying," I make a show of brushing him away, as if actually offended. In response he rolls over me, paws on either side of my shoulders, and looks down into my eyes. His are soft, brown, caring.

"You look very sexy today," I tell him, touching a claw to the tip of his nose.

"I always look sexy," he says, with a dorky wink, "but you look even sexier."

"Pff, whatever," I say, still looking into his eyes. Our noses are almost touching.

"I'm going to do the thing," he says.

"Please don't do the thing," I whimper.

"I'm going to do it, I'm doing it," he says, and I squeal as he drops down, smooshing me into the mattress like dead weight. I struggle for a few moments, then go limp and play dead. He lifts back up again.

"Oh no, what have I done?" He says in a fake sing song-y voice. I still don't move. There's a brief pause.

"Hey you know," he says, looking down, "this would be a lot more convincing if you didn't have the biggest boner in the world right now."

"Oh my god, shut up!" I shove a pillow in his face, then flop back down.

"It's penis mortis," I explain.

"Or rigor penis?"

"Whatever. You know, there's actually probably a word for that."

"What, dead people popping boners?"

"Ew! Oh my god, don't say that!" I bury my face in his chest. "You're gross."

He flops down on the other side of me now, paw on the side of my face, and kisses my nose.

"Sorry," he says, "I hope I didn't kill your appetite."

"I don't know about hungry. I could use a tall glass of milk though, if you know what I mean."

"Oh my god, you must be stopped," he laughs, and rolls on top of me again. Kissing me, deeply this time, he slides a paw down my chest until he reaches my penis, which is so hard it hurts. He rubs it up and down slowly.

"The coffee's going to get cold," he says.

"Whatever, we can microwave it."

"Kay, well I don't want to hear any complaining later."

All I can do is moan in response as he slides down to my groin and takes my penis in his mouth. With one paw he massages up and down along the base, in time with the movements of his mouth, with the other pulls on my balls gently, then runs a finger down behind, applying gentle pressure all the way. I'm almost paralyzed with the feeling.

"Man, you really are pent up," he pauses, "lotta sexy dreams last night or something?"

"Don't stop," I manage to get out, and press his head back down. He chuckles and goes at it, more intensely this time.

I already feel like I'm about to come, but at the last moment he lets up. We kiss again, tongues dancing around each other, and he slips a paw under me, then lifts me up so we're both sitting face to face. With his other paw he presses our penises together, stroking up and down.

"Role play idea," he says.

"Yeah?"

"I'm a sexy UPS boy. Special delivery, I've got an extra-large package for your butt."

"I fucking hate you."

He laughs, "Okay, you're right, that was pretty bad," he grins, "but let me see if I can make it up to you."

With that he picks me up and spins me, throwing me down onto the bed, and pins my shoulders.

My heart is pounding and I can feel my cheeks flush, "I fucking love it when you do that."

"I know," he says, and then bends down and licks, starting with my balls, all the way up, following with his paw. His thumb lingers, massaging the edges of my hole, while his tongue continues up my back. He gently bites the fluff around my neck and presses his thumb harder against my taint.

"You ready for this?"

All I can do is whimper in anticipation. A brief pause and I hear the lid of the lube bottle snap open, then the cold wet sensation in my crack. He prods with his penis and I can hear him pawing it on himself. He reaches under me with the still wet paw and grabs on to my neck fur, just below my throat. His body is pressing to mine, and I can hear his hot breath on my ear. He's panting.

"Before I forget to say this," he gets out between breaths, "happy anniversary."

He clenches his fist on my chest, and enters me, carefully but with force.

"Ah!" I can't help but cry out at the slight pain.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I pant, "keep going."

He enters the rest of the way, and I almost can't take it, but it feels so good. He starts to move in and out, slowly.

"Still good?"

"Yeah."

He lets go of my chest fur and starts massaging gently, and kisses me on the back of the head. He picks up a little speed, and his paw wanders down to my sheath, gently rubbing with just one finger.

"How's that feel?"

I can't even speak. The feeling is electric. I let out a noise somewhere between a word and a moan.

He chuckles, "Good, thought so."

He keeps going, and as I start to loosen up he speeds up, faster and faster. My whole body feels soft, full. His mass is moving with mine and I am lost in the warm back and forth. I think of the tides, with this internal massage, up and down, like we are two bodies of water becoming one. I need him inside me, I want to be full of him. I want to live in this moment forever.

He's really pounding me now, and massaging my dick in time. I'm hot, sweating. He grunts a little with each thrust. Each one feels deeper than the one before.

"I'm almost - grunt - ready," he gets out.

"Me - ah - me too," I moan.

He thrusts in double time now, and bites into the back of my neck again, this time, hard. He growls and his back arches, thrusting deep and then holding there, and I feel his hot cum flowing inside me. I cum too, in waves, over and over again. He collapses onto me, pushing me into the bed once more, and I revel in it. I feel his heavy breathing, his chest on my back, the fullness of his penis still inside me, and I bask in the afterglow like a sunbeam. His warmth seeps through my skin like honey, and every thought in my mind is bathed in gold.

This feeling lasts for about thirty seconds, before it is replaced by a burning, desperate need for air. I start to struggle, and he pulls out and rolls onto his side. I come up for air gasping like a near-drowning victim.

"Sorry, forgot about you down there," he says, grinning.

"What a touching thing to say," I pant.

We're both silent for a little while, and he strokes the back of my neck and nuzzles my cheek, still breathing heavily. I turn to look at him, and our noses touch. We kiss. His paw slides around to my belly, which he rubs gently. I curl down, pressing my face into his neck, and stroke the fur on his chest. He rests his chin on the top of my head, and we lie like this for some time, our breathing in sync, gradually returning to normal.

I'm dozing off again when he says, "so, can we have the waffles I made yet?"

I let out a sleepy hmmm, and roll onto my back.

"Only if you bring them to me," I say.

"I suppose that could be arranged," he chuckles.

"I don't want to get out of bed all day," I declare, "my one anniversary wish."

He sits up and rubs my chest in gentle, little circles.

"Well, I did want to get some physical activity today," he says coyly, looking at me out of the corner of his eye. I grab a fistful of his chest fur and pull him gently down towards me.

"I think that can be arranged," I say, running my other paw down to his crotch.

He grins and kisses me, and he's already becoming hard again. The waffles will have to wait.