A Good Night
Another of my favorite characters <3 Since, who to like better than myself and my favorite person? Thank you so much to bugs46 for funding this story! It was so much fun! I was so inspired and I got to write something that really gets my own goat for once!
I hope you all enjoy! (Especially you Skatelian wink wink)
"Puppy! I'm hooommmeee!" The canine stepped into the door, turning around to flip the lock shut before he depressed the button for the light switch with the same hand, shouldering his heavy backpack in the other.
Once the lights came on, his eyes lingered on the stair steps. Cast across the white carpeting were small flecks of brilliant, deep red rose petals, each uniquely curled like it was still trying to cling onto the center of the bud. He paused there, taking in the sight of the few scattered pieces and breathing in the rich smell of the fragrant, flowery aroma that came from them. The roses followed up the steps and turned, disappearing around the bend that went deeper into the house. "Mmm... did someone get a little... romantic waiting for me tonight?" He murmured to himself, a smile starting to spread across his face, wrinkling the corners of his mouth up with a grin. He plopped the backpack to the ground, ignoring the rest of the homework and work waiting inside of it for a later time and instead starting to creep his way up the steps, rustling the roses with the wind from his feet.
"Puppy?" He murmured again, awaiting the familiar burst of excitement as she charged around the bend of the living room with her arms outstretched, ready to grasp around him at the first sight of him and enveloping him inside her warm, cozy arms. He awaited that steady thump of her body crashing into him, out of control from the speed she threw herself towards the journey of greeting him; yet nothing came.
He crossed across the living room floor, finding another speckle of a smoothed, red petal; then another. The final petal he found sat just beneath the underside of the bedroom door, that hung partially ajar. "Pup?" He muttered, softer now; starting to think she'd fallen asleep. Gently, he spread his fingers out across the smooth surface of brown wood and pushed it forward so that the door swung open. Inside, the light pushing out from the ceiling was still on, illuminating everything with a warm, yellowed glow above the broad expanse of the white bed. The main comforter, a thick downy sheet of crisp white, still lay over the mattress. But, atop that, like she laid atop a cloud, the familiar golden furred canine was in a tangle of individual throw blankets, one pulled over her shoulder and pressed beneath her cheek while the other wove between her legs, covering her always-chilly toes.
James stopped there, in the doorway, slowly starting to smile. Extending out of the blanket at her feet, rising up towards the headboard of the bed, the girl's long legs stretched outwards. The usually smooth, silky fur was instead mused and smeared around like she'd been shifting about in the bed. Higher up, her thighs were exposed up to the rounded curve of her plump rump which peeked out from the underside of a short dress. For a second, his eyes threatened to dip below the curve of her ass poking out to where the small, plump lower lips of her sex were perfectly outlined by the tight hold of her silky panties clinging to her, but for now, he continued the movement upwards. The blanket obscured her breasts, but he could see her fingers all stretched out clutching to the rest of the bouquet of roses, which she'd probably been holding beside her as she waited for him. She hugged them, somehow avoiding the thorns on the stems, with the petals rustling around by her nose. Her motions as she slept had sent a flurry of petals falling off around her, rimming her face with the brilliant red shade of curled petals.
"Awh..." The husky pressed his hand up to his chest, momentarily lost in the site of the female curled up in a mess of her own tiredness. However, within moments, his eyes started to wander back down to the curve of her ass jutted out from beneath the edge of the blanket that inched down from her shoulder. He started to shuffle forward, feeling the carpeting tickle beneath his foot with each of his creeping footsteps forward. Inch by inch, he crept back in towards the bed towards the pile of soft, plushy blankets pile beneath his puppy.
At the edge of the bed, he slowed further. His fingers reached out to the edge of the first, lowest blanket and slipped off its edge to touch against the bare, soft, silken fur of her leg. Then, upwards, his fingers traced through the dips and rivets of the thick layer of fur until he made it to the flared, wider shapes of her thighs. Here, his fingers began to stray from their straight pathway upwards to instead curve down the shape of her thighs and into the warm space between her legs where he could feel the radiating heat of her pussy washing out from her skin, tickling against his fingers as they hovered just off the surface of her panties. His fingers stretched out, hesitating on that very border of touching and not touching where he could almost feel her beneath his fingers, but that final shred of hesitation lingered.
"Mmm.... she's sleeping... I don't know... exactly what she intended for tonight-" He bit his lip, running his gaze over her innocent, perfect form knowing that she was lost to sleep right now, yet if she knew that he was standing here, roaming over her body with his eyes like this that'd she get wetter and wetter at the mere thought of it. He knew exactly what she'd want to hear, "Talk to me. Tell me about it. What did you see? What did you think?" She'd whisper, voice hitching with excitement, impatience to devour all the details of his sneaky escapade with her snoozing form.
"If you can hear me, puppy... If my voice is sneaking into your dreams right now, I'll tell you that I'm looking down at the world's cutest little puppy... She was waiting up for me, I bet. But she got sleepy, impatient and let her eyes slip shut and then she fell asleep! Silly puppies are allowed to do these things..." His voice trailed off for a moment, his fingers inching upwards till he touched, just barely to the edge of her panties where her thighs met to the surface of her crotch. Every so gently, he started to traced his way along that very border of fabric, tracing the shape of her sex.
"You're so hot. I can feel it from here, through your panties. You're needy, aren't you? Horny little thing, probably having naughty dreams right now-" He bent in, folding himself over her so that he could whisper into her ear, imagining that she was in fact hearing every word cast over the images of her dreams. "Are you dreaming off a park, with lush green grass underneath your knees as I take you from behind?" He gulped, feeling a pulse of excitement pound through his own cock at this thought. At the same time, his fingertip pressed flush to the slit of her sex, lining up to it with only her thin, silken panties acting as a barrier. He could feel all her heat wafting out, wave after wave of just raging warmth coming from her. His nose gave a twitch, sampling her scent in the air. "Oh, you smell needy-" He bent again, this time nuzzling his nose in against the fabric of her panties, right against the source of her earthy, feminine smell and breathing it in, deeply inhaling. "Mmmm....." He let out a long sigh, biting at his lip and giving a soft pant-like huff. He could see his jeans tenting, the stiffness in his cock forcing the fabric to strain along its seams, but for now he let it rage silently inside the denim while his fingers began to rub up and down that soft, covered slit.
He could feel her wetness soaking through the fabric. Her eagerness from before or the addition of her dreams had gotten her excited, excited enough to begin dampening the thin barrier of her cheeky bottoms, soaking through them till a dark patch showed her slit cast in a perfect shadowed definition. He could feel it starting to slip beneath his fingertips, coating them in her secondhand juices as he rubbed at her throbbing, swollen clit. "Oh, yes. Someone is definitely having a naughty dream. Look at how needy you are, how horny. And I wasn't home?" He shook his head, pouting a bit. "Not to worry though, since you're laid out here... so perfectly like a present waiting for me on the bed, hmm?" He bit at his lip again, trying to contain his conflicting desires.
On one hand, one part of him loved this utterly slow exploration, this lazy build over her entire form. With her sleeping, still clutching onto her gift of roses, he had all the time in the world. She couldn't get too impatient, too squirmy, nothing. It was his time to peruse her at his whim. He could stroke every inch. He could kiss anywhere. He could taste her, sniff her. She couldn't do a thing. He loved just playing with her like this. "You're just a plaything when you've fallen off to sleep, love. I can do anything to you. Put anything inside you-" His eyes momentarily ran over the surface of his desk behind him. "Perhaps I could make class tomorrow more exciting by coating a pencil in your juices? Mmm maybe a marker? Two? How many do you think I could fit?" He gave another nibbling bite at his lip, picturing her pinky, swollen sex stretched around a bundle of haphazard markers and pencils. "The most luxurious pencil holder in all the land..."
His gaze lingered here, relishing for a moment all the possibilities of insertion. He knew how she'd react the next morning if he slipped her a picture of her pinky folds hugging around something strange and foreign. She'd shudder, flushing instantly with the realization that she'd been violated the night before, but also shivering with a rush of excitement at how much she liked that knowledge.
His fingers gave a small whisper across her sex. He glided just a single fingernail along her slit, following the darkness of her soaking through the panties. He loved how warm she felt, so delightfully hot. He could see her sex hidden beneath in his mind, pink and swollen with excitement and just sparkling with wetness.
He gulped, groping over his bulge with his free hand, shucking open the denim and freeing his pulsing red cock into the air, stating to stroke along its length because on the other hand, he was impatient. He was horny as hell. He'd been gone all night, lost in a boy's night out to a movie that had absolutely no sex in it after a day of watching the puppy out earlier, prancing around in a short dress, leaving kisses on his chin, teasing him in a loving and utterly innocent way that ensure he left with a half of a boner and an urgency to return.
That part of him wanted nothing more than to rip her panties off, line her up on her stomach, and begin pounding her like a dog until she woke up with a yelping moan as she came around him, still half thinking she might be dreaming it all.
"God, I want to eat you out. See how many times you'll come onto my tongue before you wake up-" He licked his lips, nuzzling his nose into her panties again with a soft moan. "I want to taste you, how horny you are...."
His fingers shifted up, starting to peel the panties away finally to see her bare sex revealed. The slow pull of the fabric away left strings of her arousal bridging between skin and fabric. She did in fact glisten with wetness, a thick pool of it sitting along the crotch of her panties as well.
Only a thin, minimal layer of velvety fuzz covered her lower lips, leaving them looking young and devilishly innocent as they peeked out from beneath her dress and between her juicy ass cheeks. Fabric gone, a thick wave of her scent washed out from her now bare cunt, hitting James's nose. The canine bit his lip, hovering back a second more to breath in that tantalizing fragrance before he lunged forward, dragging his tongue up the entire length of her slit right back to the tight puckered star of her asshole.
"Mmm... or should we up the game tonight? Perhaps I can fit myself into this tight little hole while you keep snoring like that? All cute?" His finger shifted, starting to rub in a circle around the star-shaped hole and pressing gingerly against its resistance.
"So many options.... And, to be honest, I don't really have to choose!" He laughed, for a moment being just a bit too loud.
The puppy shifted, giving a soft whine. "Poochy? What are you doing?" She mumbled, eyes squinting down at him.
"Nothing, love." He whispered, shifting up and guiding her back to her pillow. "Just cuddling my sleeping beauty."
"Did you have a good night?" She mumbled, eyes already closing again.
"Mmm, I'm about to-"