True Love In The Moonlight
This story is the product of a collaboration of writing between myself and KeaneTheShifter. He did the base writing for this story and created the original plot line, I did some editing and secondary writing. :) Together I think this came out as a nice little short story. It's fairly tame compared to some stories out there but I hope you, the readers enjoy it all the same.
Themes involved are:
Foreplay
Sex
Fingering/Masturbating
Kissing
Biting/Clawing
Undressing
True Love In The Moonlight
There were so many emotions they felt in that moment. Happiness, excitement, desire. But below all of that, way stronger than any of it and more cemented, more permanent, was the love they felt. Together in a clearing, a kind of grove of sorts, with trees surrounding them and an almost perfect circle of soft swaying green grass at the center, they met. It was night time and the moon was full, shining down on them, making their eyes light up, their love, desire, happiness and the stars showing in their depths.
Laying her down softly in the grass, kissing her tenderly as his hands gripped her shirt and pulled it off, breaking the kiss to do so, he couldn't believe how beautiful she looked. He hovered over her, half lain half leaned over top of her, his body weight supported on his arms but not quite resting upon her. She slipped her paws up under his shirt and ran her paws up his chest, lifting the fabric up then pulling it over his head. She then leaned up and wrapped her paws around his neck and kissed him again gently, slowly, pressing her breasts to his. Reaching around behind her he undid her bra as they kissed. As he tossed it over to the side she then broke the kiss and smirked at him for a moment before smiling lovingly into his eyes, brushing one of her paws through his hair and then against his cheek, tracing the lines of his face delicately. He murred softly and ran his own paws over her abdomen and breasts, tracing her body in return. The feeling of her fur was like silk beneath his fingers. With a soft shiver she laid back again as he reached between them for her waist, slowly undoing the belt there, unbuttoning her shorts with ease. His heart beat fast. The sensual nature of the moment, the love between them made it oh so agonizing but well worth it in so many ways. He knew it was more than just a quick fuck; it was them giving each other their bodies, their souls. Giving them to someone they shared such deep love for. It meant so much more.
As he slid her shorts off of her legs, he scooted down a little so he didn't block them. He smiled at her with deep emotion in his eyes. Pulling them off completely, he then leaned forward to delicately kiss her stomach, nibbling around her navel playfully. She shivered and swatted at him lightly, a soft murr rising in her chest. He chuckled quietly and licked her stomach once before moving back up her body so that he rested perfectly between her legs, able to view her beauty in full. His eyes roved down her body which was now completely naked save for her panties, admiring her curves. She gazed back up at him and reached up to wrap one paw around the back of his neck, her fingers furrowing through the fur at the back of his head only to glide down and across the side of his neck and over his shoulder. Her paw continued to caress along his strong arm, her eyes following the motion down to his own paw where it rested pressed against the ground to hold him up. Brushing her paw along his she smiled softly, a smile meant only for him. He shivered at her feather light touches and then leaned down to run his nose and muzzle up along her collar bone and to the edge of her jaw line, nipping the spot just below her jaw softly. His teeth felt sharp yet still somehow gentle against her skin. Closing her eyes a moment and shivering again, she then fixed her gaze upon him once more, the smirk back in place upon her maw as she reached down between their bodies to undo his shorts this time.
He held still, still hovering over her and let his eyes fall shut as he focused on the feeling of her paw working to undo the button, her fingers brushing against his stomach as she worked. Finally managing to unbutton his shorts and pull the zipper down, she pushed the shorts downwards, purposefully drawing the tips of her claws along his hips, right above the waistband of his boxers. His length was quite obviously fully erect and hard, but he didn't try to press it against her yet. He softly sucked in a breath, feeling his shaft jump as her paw gently touched against the sensitive bulge. She murred in response which caused him to smirk slightly. He was happy to hear the pleased sound coming from her at his instinctual, involuntary reaction. He then felt her fingers slip under the waistband and pull them down as well, her claws digging into his thighs as she licked at his throat slowly causing him to tremble lightly. With his eyes still closed, all his attention remained concentrated on the feeling of her tongue gliding over his throat. Shimmying free of his boxers now, kicking them off behind him, he finally opened his eyes to look down upon her once more.
She grinned up at him, reaching up to pull him into another kiss, this one deep and passionate. Both their paws traced over each other's bodies again, hers avoiding his throbbing length but instead brushing over his thighs teasingly. As his paw glided over the fabric of her panties, she pressed her hips upwards against him, a silent command for him to remove the impeding garment. He murred softly and did as she wished, slipping his fingers under the lacy white waistband of her navy blue panties pulling them off of her slowly. Running his paws back up her legs, he watched as she shivered at his paw brushing teasingly up her thigh. With every little touch they shared, his heart jumped and fluttered. Every meeting of her eyes with his told him that this was something they both wanted, that they both shared equal love for each other, pouring it into every stroke. He looked at her and she looked back and he could tell from that look that she was ready to go farther. His paw brushed low, over her swollen, wet slit and she shivered and moaned quietly. He then slipped a finger inside of her, taking the time to be gentle, pushing it in slowly to let her adjust. Squirming a little, she smiled and reached for his exposed length, taking it in her gentle paw and slowly began to stroke him. He lowered his body more as she caressed him and he fingered her inner depths. Their paws soon found a mutual rhythm to move to, their sounds of pleasure beginning to fall in sync. He moved his muzzle to her neck again and began to lick and bite there gently, moaning against her fur as he felt her inner walls clench around his probing digit. Pulling back away from her neck he instead met her muzzle with his, kissing her again, deeper, with more desire. The feeling of their skin touching, her arm brushing his ever so slightly caused them both to shiver again as the pleasure started to grow within their loins.
Pulling back from the kiss he met her gaze. A silent agreement passed between them and slowly he withdrew his finger as she gave his shaft one final pleasurable stoke, the very tips of her fingers caressing his cock allowing him to feel only the barest, ghost of her true touch. He reached up to cup her cheek then as she wrapped her legs around his middle. Smirking at one another he then positioned himself at her hot entrance. Without further hesitation he pushed into her, not thrusting, but softly pressing, pushing, sliding into her slowly, their eyes never parting as they both enjoyed that first moment of penetration. As he hilted within her, both of them groaned, bodies coming together, every sensual moment of it a breathtaking experience for them to share. His body pressed against hers as he started a steady rhythm, each time he entered her, the motion stayed firm and controlled.
She moaned beneath him and gave a small but sharp intake of breath in pleasure. His hips stroked against hers as they mated, their bodies intertwined, lost in one another's, making it impossible to tell where one of them began and the other ended. Each stroke he made was fueled by their love. She closed her eyes and laid back her head, softly moaning his name. He licked at her throat and nibbled affectionately at her ear, growling low and with love. Her claws dragged along his back, leaving furrows in his fur, she wanted him closer, wanted to share all of herself with him and he wanted the same. He moaned her name softly too, holding her close as his shaft worked slowly in and out of her sex. And, with the moon as their witness, they made love...