Anything You Can Do...
#18 of The Silence of the Savior
Chapter 18
"Kate said they wanted to give us some more time together. They'll come back over to see you tomorrow." Sunn smiled, her arms still wrapped around Jared's waist. "That, and I think we could use some rest after the last day and a half, don't you?" The hinting in his tone made her look up at his deep brown eyes, his one brow raised in a quirky way. Her own mossy green met his sheepishly, still unsure herself where all of her bravery had come from.
She glanced around the room again, nuzzling into his chest as his arms still held her close. Not moments before she had thought about all the sexual possibilities for the furniture in their apartment. Her cheeks flushed at the thought and she squeezed tight to his chest, trying to mask her embarrassment. A sudden groan made her release him as his paws went to his back, holding his newly tender area.
Resting her paws gently on his strong chest, if only to get his attention, he found her sad and worried eyes. "It's alright, just sore from our little fall." He tried to smile deviously, but winced before he could accomplish his task.
Taking his arm in her paw, she led him over to the couch and sat him down. Sitting on her foot-paws behind him for extra height, she slid his shirt up and he tensed his shoulders as it went up over his head. His breath was sharp, but came out as a sigh as he felt her paw pads pressing onto his sore back. Relaxing into the touch, wincing when she pressed on a particularly tender area, he closed his eyes and got lost in the feeling of her paws moving up and down his back.
He would still have a bruise or two, but the knots that had tied in his back when he hit the floor of the tub, her landing shortly on top of him, were starting to work out under her talented fingers. But the more relaxed he felt, the more he leaned forward, which only served to pull on the remaining sore muscles in his shoulders and lower back.
His ears perked as she suddenly stood from the couch. Turned his maw to face her, she was still smiling and held her paw out to him. He did not want to stand up yet, but her smile was calling to him so sweetly he could not say no. Crossing to the open floor, on the other side of the TV, it took him a long few moments to understand what she wanted. Finally, from a mix of pointing at the floor and her touching his back, he figured it out. Laying out on his stomach, the carpet fibers tickled his belly fur, but he ignored them out of sheer anticipation. Folding his arms, he rested his chin on top of them. He closed his eyes as the position stretched him out and let a few more muscles relax.
With a slight shuffling sound, there was a sudden pressure on his backside. Opening an eyes to look back, she smiled at him as she rested her knees on the carpet on either side of him and sat just above his tail. As he closed his eye again, he felt her dexterous paws back at work on his sore back. It was nearly enough to put him to sleep, the light touches that press just hard enough to work out the tension. But as he nearly thought he would slip unconscious, her attentions started to increase in pressure. Not painfully so, but working into the deeper muscles.
At first he tightened the muscles in his arms, but relaxed with a groan as more of the tension in his back started to give way. It seemed like the more she worked on him the further back the frustrations were that she was easing out. He could not remember the last time he was this relaxed. Suddenly she slid forward and starting to focus mainly on his shoulders. He tensed again, for only for a moment as she went back to work. Where did she learn to do this?
Long minutes passed and he practically melted into the carpet, he was starting to feel like goo. But there was still something that seemed, maybe not tense, but uncomfortable. Trying to search past the good feeling to what might be causing it, he found that it was focusing mainly on his groin. Surprise made him observe the situation in a different light. She was straddling his back and pressing down on him, which made her rock back and forth across him. Whether it was because of the friction of her jeans, or if she was enjoying this, his back was heating up. It felt good, but that feeling skipped his brain and went straight to his groin, which was trying to press again the carpet.
Figuring it out, he pressed up away from the carpet. Not wanting to make him to be uncomfortable, she raised to her knees and let him move underneath her. Surprised when he started to roll over, she tried to get up, but couldn't seem to move her legs right. As he rested on his back, she came back down and sat on his stomach. His paws were up under his head, in a leisurely position, but his stomach flexed under the feel of her warm lap. That movement sent a feeling up into her own groin, but she misinterpreted the reaction. Trying to scoot back so she would not be crushing him beneath her, she landed right over his hips. There was a silent gasp followed by his own groan as she felt his stiffening sheath and shaft now pressing right up into her groin.
His paws never came from beneath his head, but his eyes looked back at hers with the same lust that set her heart racing in her chest. Shifting her weight above him made his eyes close and his breathing heavier as she bit her lip. Leaning forward, trying to not put more pressure on him, she braced her paws on his chest. His eyes opened and she could barely resist. Leaning down to him, she timidly pressed her lips to his. His paws never moved as he let her delve into her own sensations. The kiss started growing bolder as her tongue brushed his lips, urging them to part for her. Her claws nipped at his chest as she explored his mouth, almost shyly, like it was her first time all over again.
Her own paws started to scale his sides, feeling his muscles beneath his fur, wanting to move, to reach for her, but resisting so that she could continue and discover at her own pace. That seemed to excite her more, like he was letting her take charge. Her paws pressed harder and her claws nipped at his flesh, drawing moans around their now passionate kissing. Following his own strong arms, she found her paws wrapping around his wrists. His paws went to move but her grip tightened and he stopped. Suddenly her breath was quick and the muscles in her arms twitched with anticipation.
She was not nearly as strong as he was, but the force at which she held his wrists gave him pause. He could feel her excitement growing, both in her movements and the sudden heat beating on his stomach. Though he did not have a very good angle, he tried to lift his arms, but her claws bit into his flesh and the muscles that sat across his stomach tightened again. He groaned at the feeling and let his arms fall back to the floor, under her control. He was rewarded with her hot lap grinding down towards his stirring sheath.
As good as he knew it would feel, his cock needed a rest, especially if they were going to talk with Kate and Jack tomorrow. He had a strong feeling that talking about the foursomes they had would spark another one, especially if this hyper sexual awareness Sunn seemed to have stumbled upon, was becoming a norm. That thought alone threatened to release him from his sheath, he knew he had to wear her down somehow.
Breaking their kiss, he raised his head till he was able to bite into the crevice of her neck. He could feel the muscles, held in his teeth, tremor and her grip on his arms loosened. Slipping one loose of her hold, he brought it to the back of her neck, tangling for long moments in her soft red head-fur. It tickling between his paw pads sent a shiver up his arm.
He clenched her flesh between his teeth till she nearly wiggled off his lap. Taking his chance, he let loose with his teeth and latched his maw to her own, sealing her in a breathless kiss. By now his other arm had been freed so that she could brace herself on the carpet and not collapse atop him. That paw suddenly snuck between them and began unbuttoning her pants. Hardly noticing the slight release of pressure, it was not until his nimble fingers slipped beneath the fabric of her laced panties that she broke the kiss gasping.
But he would not release her. Holding her neck firm and himself off the floor, he kept their foreheads together as his arm twisted for a better angle at his goal. Knowing what he was doing was enough to get her rocking across his lap, nearly crushing his fingers into her pelvic a few times on his seemingly timeless exploration through her underwear.
Another twist of his wrist and his first finger slipped into her dripping pussy. Her neck still held in place, her head flung back as far as it could and she ground down just above his groin. Some of the pressure taken off of him, he could easily focus on driving her wild. It was just like when she had ridden him in the shower, grinding back and forth, her covered chest now rubbing against his own bear fur. He had to bite back the inspiration and twisted his wrist again. The second finger sliding into her was enough to drive her to the edge, grinding down again, her sensitive clit pressing against his palm-pad pushed her over.
So soon and his fingers were already drenched. He knew she had cum as her head sank back into the crevice of his neck, but the position limited his movement. It was not long before she started rocking against his stiff, lubricated fingers, her own teeth starting to nip at his tender neck. With his free paw he helped her to sit up and pull his other from her loins, much to the disappointment on her face. But he could only smile and he sat up and kissed her softly.
"Turn around." A Shiver racked down her spine, his voice making her want him more, but her fear of that being the end of it long gone. She stood, but before she could turn, he held her pants and pulled them down. Hiding her blushing face in her paws, she stepped out of the material and turned around. He couldn't help but smile, her shyness barely hiding her excitement for what he might do to her.
Paws on her hips, he led her to the floor, her back against his chest and her ass on the carpet in front of him. She squirmed for a moment, uncomfortable from the feel against her fur, but his warm body at her back stilled her movements. One paw again went to her neck, holding it on her opposite side that he now nipped and licked, as the other snaked around her and back to her underwear. At first he only rubbed outside, smiling as she squirmed against his touch, but marveled at how wet the material was. Merely lifting the material, hearing her gasp silently, he snuck his fingers around the soaked lace and back into her drenched pussy. Her head fell back to his shoulder, head-fur raining across him, as he was able to get a much deeper angle than when she had been on top of him.
All she could do was give in to him, her body rocked with him and her senses were filled with his sounds and scents. Did he even know he was grunting and moaning as he thrust two of his fingers into her. Her back arched at his attention and she thought about reaching behind herself to hold his growing cock, wanting to press into her back, but he was too focused on her to even notice his own situation right now. Yet, as if he knew what she had been thinking, he added even a third finger to prevent any other movement than he desired from her. Her mouth hung open, feeling a finger from his other paw against her jaw, and her hips swayed with his movements.
She was like putty in his hands, panting and moaning silently, every nerve in her body on high-alert. One of her paws was gripping the carpet, but the other rested and nipped its claws into the upper arm that rammed into her as hard as he could. He knew she was close and wanted to pay special attention to her clit, wanting to fry her nerves even more. His palm-pad ground harder, but as he loved her spasms, he did not see her silent, but disappointed whimper.
She liked it when he went deeper into her, when his knuckles could slam into her soft flesh and drive her mad so quickly. She could still get there, but it took her longer this way. As of its own accord, her paw slipped down his arm and to the edge of her soaked material and pressed on his knuckles. The pressure from her hand made him groan, like she was begging him to go deeper, and he obliged.. quickly. Suddenly her claws sank into the back of his paw, her back arched and her hips rose to meet his assault.
Another wave of excitement crashed over her, and drenched both of their paws as it squished out of her with every thrust of his fingers. But as she rode it out, she felt his fingers slip from within her, sounded by a wet popping. Moving to her hips he held the material of her underwear and started to slid them down. Catching on the carpet, she lifted her shaky hips and let him slide the down to her knees. Kicking in an almost child-like way, she finally got them off her foot-paws, but paid little mind to where they landed.
Losing her inhibitions, her legs fell open and he was granted with a lovely downward view of her juices dripping to the carpet from her sweet pink parted lips. Sweet enough to taste, but she had given him other ideas. Completely relaxed into his strong form, she barely noticed his paw taking hold of her own and guiding it down. A sudden brush against her sensitive lips and a wet feeling on her paw-pads caught her attention and opened her mossy green eyes. They met his strong brown, that held strong lust, a bit of dominance, and even some pleading for her to continue with his guidance.
The site caught her breath and she looked down at herself. Her cheeks flushed, but she was determined to make him happy. His paw cupped hers as he helped her cup her own private area in a way that she had never even thought of before. He rocked her back and forth, teasing herself from the outside. The warmth of his paw on hers relaxed her, even as the warmth of her own against her drenched, sensitive flesh began to excite her. Pressing her harder, she began to rub against her own clit, tremors shooting up through her body. But it wasn't enough, he was taking it too slow for her to be satisfied.
As he pressed her paw back down, of her own will she let a finger slip into herself. She gasped and sighed at the warm wet feeling around her, as well as the soft stimulation it gave inside her. Her knees lifted slightly, adding the tiniest of pressure as her mind slipped back to just a few nights ago when she had done just the same to Kate. Remembering how she had forced her fingers so roughly into her, she became lost in the sensation.
Jared was marveling at the scene unfolding in his lap. Releasing her paw, he pressed against her thigh, guiding her knees back to the floor to give him a better view. Her finger was rushing in and out of her faster than he had expected, her breath was quick and her vibrating moan were loud enough he could feel them in his chest. He gripped her strong thigh and she thrust herself forward, sliding another finger into herself.
He could only watch in amazement and try to hold back his own excitement as he watched her humping her own paw and enjoying the ride. Twisting to try and get deeper, she hit that same spot that Kate had within her. It made her jump and clamp her paw down instinctually , which smashed her clit into her pelvic bone. Feeling her nerves twitching she knew she was close and ground harder on herself till her maw hung open.
He had no idea she would like it this hard, this must have been what Kate had tried to tell him about their night together. Trying to go easy on her as a beginner was obviously the wrong approach. In order to prevent himself from taking her there on the living room floor, he placed his paw back on top of her own. The heat returning, even as her muscles were ready to give out, she could not stop. She wanted to feel him inside of her again, but his paw was preventing her from pulling free. Suddenly she could not describe the sensation. It was stretched and full, his fingers wiggled alongside hers and she lost all sense, only the amazing feeling as she felt climax after climax starting to tear through her. It had been tight, but he had managed two of his own fingers into her hot wet lips, pressing her own in further and leading them back and forth as he could tell she was out of all her senses.
She could only press back against him as she felt her own ring of muscles squeezing the circulation out of her own fingers. And then he was moving again, out from behind her this time. Not steady enough to hold herself up, she let him guide her to the carpet as he knelt over her now. The distance pulled her own fingers out from alongside his, the cool air telling her how wet and matted her fur was, but his own fingers did not stop.
Adding a third of his own almost matched their four fingers together and he knelt close to thrust up into her as hard and fast as he could. Her eyes flung open and she stared somewhere past the ceiling as she tried to focus on the pleasure he was giving her. Her knees still apart, one raised up to try and help her thrust off the floor, feeling his knuckles connecting hard with her flesh and driving her hips back down again.
She had to close her eyes as her vision began to swim, her chest heaving as she felt more waves of ecstasy spilling over her body. Fabric moved again and she felt his teeth latch on to her suddenly exposed nipple and she knew she would have cried out if she could. She lost count of how many times her insides exploded around his fingers before he finally stopped and let her breath. One last lick over her taunt flesh and he withdrew completely. She felt his hot maw and tongue over her wet lips a few times, but she could only shiver and whimper silently in response. Her wet fingers were taken into his mouth and licked clean, but fell back to the floor exhausted.
She thought he whispered something, but she could not make out the words. She only felt a sleepy pleasure and the world came in and out of focus. She thought she felt a tugging on her legs and waist before she was lifted into the air. She tried to open her eyes, but could only tuck her head into Jared warm chest. Laid back down, she knew the comfy surface was the couch, and within moments Jared's warmth was at her back again as they laid together and she slipped into a pleasurable sleep.
Letting her head rest on his upper arm, he stared down at her sleeping along his form. It was still a task to keep his own excitement down as he replayed the entire morning in his mind. The curious thought of there possibly being Bunny in her lineage made him smile. He never would have thought, when she first came here, that she would be this sexually involved and experimental. Or that she could be this perfect for him. He only hoped he could be the same for her. His own eyes drooped as he rested behind her on the couch. 'We will certainly have a lot to talk about tomorrow...'