No Words Necessary
No Words Necessary - a yiffy story by DelusionsOfGrandeur
4/27/2010
This story is an adult story and therefore no-one under the age 18 or 21 (depending on where you live) is allowed to legally view this story. Not that you would listen and leave if you are younger (I know I never did), but Imma gonna say it to cover my ass anyway.
The only light to be seen was streaming from the cabin's windows as she drove up the old dirt driveway. The light stirred something inside of her, the butterflies in her stomach more chaotic than ever. When she turned off the ignition there was silence. No music blaring or people yelling here; well out in the woods.
The door of the cabin opened and she saw him for the first time that day, framed by the warm light streaming out from the open doorway. Her breath caught in her throat; he smiled and beckoned her inside. The butterflies were a storm inside her as she got out of the car and walked up to him. It was chilly outside, and he must have seen her shiver because he came out of the doorway and met her halfway. He put his arms around her and hugged her gently, and they walked inside close together.
Inside the cabin was warm, and smells of delicious food tantalized her nostrils. He smiled and stepped way from her, going into the kitchen where she could hear him humming to himself. She put her coat on the rack and slipped her shoes off before heading into the bathroom to tidy herself up.
When she came back out he was setting the food on the table. All the makings of a romantic dinner for two were evident: veal, alfredo pasta, salad, red wine & chocolate cake for dessert. All cooked with his own two hands, boy was she ever lucky. She stepped into the living room; over to the stereo and looked to see what he had to listen too. Ooh, Barry, her favorite; she slipped the CD in and turned the sound up. As she swayed to the music she felt him behind her; she didn't turn around as he slipped his hands around her waist. They swayed to the music together until the song ended and she turned her head up to look into his beautiful blue eyes. He looked back into her green eyes for a moment, then she reached up and gently pulled his head down; pressing their lips together in a deep, slow kiss.
When they parted his eyes were closed, and his heart was beating faster, she smiled as she felt her own heartbeat match his. He opened his eyes and took her by the hand; he led her over to the table and pulled her chair back for her. She sat down, and he went to sit on the other side of the table. The table was small, barely large enough to fit the food he had prepared, but it was supposed to be small, intimate. He poured her and himself each a glass of wine and they toasted, smiling like it was the happiest day of their lives. As they ate, they kept feeding each other bites of the veal or the salad or the pasta; until the main course was done. He cut her a piece of the chocolate cake, and waited while she took her first bite. She closed her eyes as she felt the warmth and richness spread over her tongue; it was heavenly. She opened her eyes too see him beaming with pride, and she blushed, he knew how much she loved chocolate cake. He cut himself a piece and they ate it slowly, savoring every morsel.
Too soon it was gone, and they worked together to clean off the table. Once they had finished with their one chore they went back out into the living room, and he winked at her before stepping over to the radio. She wondered what he had planned, as he switched out the Barry CD with a different one. Then she laughed, her favorite sultry song, her favorite to dance too. And dance she did, and he watched in awe as the light played over her fur as she twisted in time to the music. When that song ended another dancing song came on and this time he joined her. They danced together, their bodies moving in time to the music together; stepping apart and embracing as the music played.
Then a step put them face to face again, and she could take no more. She kissed him passionately and he kissed her back just as strongly, his hands on her back pulling her into him as they stole each other's breath. His hands roamed her back a while as they kissed, then he hugged her tightly to his chest and picked her up. Her eyes opened wide in surprise as she felt herself being lifted, then carried, but she did not break the kiss.
He carried her easily into the bedroom and leaned over the bed, her beneath him as he set her down. He continued kissing her for a moment then stepped back, staring down at her, admiring her curves as she lay there, panting, trying to get her breath back. He smiled then, that rouge smile she loved and began undoing the buttons of his shirt, going slow, making sure she caught every movement. She stared in rapture as he slowly unbuttoned, then removed his shirt, then his belt, tossing them aside. As he reached for the button on his slacks she stood and pressed herself against him, and shook her head.
He looked at her wonderingly as she stopped him, and then with that smile again as she stepped back and turned around, looking over her shoulder at him. He knew what she wanted, his hands roamed her back for a few long moments before pulling the zipper on the back of her dress down slowly. She took a step away from him and slowly pulled the dress down. She could feel his eyes following the dress down, poring over every inch of newly exposed silky fur. Finally the dress was pooled around her feet and she was totally bare before him, revealing she hadn't worn even the smallest stitch of fabric beneath her dress.
She turned back towards him and his desire was evident, the obvious swell of his sheath in his pants caught her eye and she pressed herself against his chest again. She felt his breath catch as she pressed her breasts against him, and rush out when she slipped her hand under the waistband of his slacks. She gazed up at his face as he closed his eyes in the rush of arousal that swept him. When he opened his eyes and looked at her again she smiled and slowly knelt on the soft carpet in front of him.
She undid the button on his slacks and pulled them down; she gasped as his cock leapt free of it's confines, it's size amazing her still. She rubbed the sides of her face against it, basking in the heat of it, the intense smell of it. He gazed down in wonder as the most beautiful woman he could ever even dream of nuzzled his cock. She felt a little wetness on her cheek and stopped to lick the pre from the tip of his cock. He groaned at the sudden sensation of her tongue, hands clawing at the wall behind him. She smiled up at him, she loved the way he looked when he tensed up, every muscle in his body clearly defined under his fur.
She began licking the entirety of his cock, from the base to the head, and back down again, only to repeat the motion on a different side. She slipped the head into her mouth and suckled, she could feel him tense up again at that. She teased him for a while, not keeping any sensation steady enough for long enough to make him climax. But then she felt his hands in her hair and looked back up at him, his eyes begging her to take him over the edge.
She slipped the head back into her mouth and ran her tongue in circles around it as her hands moved up and down his shaft. She heard him moan and pulled her head off his cock, her hands moving even faster as ropes of his cum shot out; most of it getting in his own belly fur. He panted, his eyes closed for a minute, then smiled.
She stood back up and they shared another kiss as he moved her back against the bed. He put his strong hands on her shoulders and pushed her down gently, laying her down on her back, propped up on her elbows with her rump on the edge of the bed. He ran his tongue along the side of her neck down onto her chest, where he licked around each breast, then each nipple in turn. His hands stayed on her breasts, gently teasing, as his tongue ran down over her abs, then onto her waist. Her head lolled towards the ceiling and she closed her eyes, feeling his hot breath on her most sensitive areas.
His tongue on her clit sent shocks throughout her body, setting off fireworks in her head; the hands teasing her nipples made her feel like she was on fire. When he finally slipped a finger into her she was flooding, her juices matting the fur around her pussy. She bit back a scream as his rough tongue licked up those juices, and then the fresh juices that flowed out of her. Finally she could take no more, she didn't even try to stop the scream that tore from her throat as her body convulsed. He slurped hungrily at the burst of fresh fluid that flowed from her, drinking her sweet fluids greedily.
She fell back on the bed, panting, and he laid beside her, hugging her to his chest as she recovered from her orgasm. When she felt her strength returning she kissed him, and slid on of her hands down to caress his sheath. He kissed her back passionately and she felt his manhood grow back to full hardness. She kissed him again, then put her hands on his shoulders and positioned herself over top of him.
She rubbed her pussy on the head of his cock, smiling at the tortured face he made as she teased him, before slowly beginning to lower herself. She felt the head slip inside her and then more and more of his shaft until she finally felt her clit grind down against the fur at the base of his cock. She stayed still for a long moment, gasping at the sensation of being so full. She began moving slowly, just an inch or two up and down, setting a rhythm. He was watching her almost not believing that this was happening and she leaned down to kiss him quickly, then sat back straight and began to move faster.
Her movements became stronger and wilder, her hair dancing around her shoulders as she rode him. His movements matched hers, thrusting when came down and pulling away when she did, only to slam his cock home again into her womanhood. They forgot all the world, the cold outside, the music playing, all of it; their only thoughts were for each other and their coupling.
They neared their climax, the crescendo of their mating at it's peak as they thrust themselves against each other hungrily, desperately seeking release. He found it first, his claws tearing into the bed beneath him as he spilled his seed deep inside her. The feeling of that warmth spreading inside her brought her over the edge with him and she rode a tidal wave of pleasure as they yelled their rapture out together.
They lay together in the afterglow, her hands playing with his chest fur, him still buried inside her. He opened his mouth to say something, but she put a finger to his lips and winked. He chuckled and smiled back at her, then hugged her against him as they drifted off.
I kinda wrote this story in such a way as to hopefully appeal to the femme-furs here. Lemme know what ya think, ladies!