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Kilig

"Gosh, I think I'm going to puke."

"It's going to be fine."

"Easy for you to say! I'm so nervous! This is freaking me out!" Two, huge rounded green eyes flew up into the air to jab towards their focus, a shaggy haired jackal who stood feet above the golden furred mutt. Her fingers grabbed onto the box of donuts, kneading into the cardboard sides before she smoothed over her flared black skirt. Then, picking at the edges of her long sweater, she looked down at the floor where the tiles of the airport seemed to blink with their dingy light then she looked back up. To their side, a Starbuck's attracted the sleepy attention of early morning passengers arriving to the city while the sun lifted itself out of bed still. The faintest scent of coffee beans wafted out from the storefront, but otherwise the place seemed barren. Bright lights lit up the length of hallway, illuminating the straggling passengers with faint, dark outlines against all the white.

Pressing a hand to her stomach, she kneaded at it while swinging the other hand, that held a massive box of donuts, up for flair. Inside, the fried goodies slide into each other with faint scraping, surely losing some of their multicolored sprinkles. "I think I'm going to die! I can't look around! I don't want to accidentally see him!"

"Is that him behind you?"

She glanced over her shoulder quickly, only seeing the escalator behind them before she bared her teeth, giving him a glimpse of white fangs. "Don't do that!" Her eyes fluttered, a hand lightly ran under her eyes checking the smooth lines of her eyeliner, fidgeting a hand up to her hair, dropping it back to pick at a loose string, clutching the box of donuts, and then through the process again. Her heels shuffled in their tall boots, tapping from one to the other.

"I can't believe I got us lost. I thought this was the right spot. I'm stupid sometimes. I thought everyone had to-"

"Is that him?" Her companion gestured slightly to the left, eyeing her with a half smirking and half serious expression. Instead of checking, she locked her eyes onto the information board behind him. "I don't wanna look! I told you! I don't want to make eye contact with a stranger! And I don't wanna see him if it is him! Not yet!" She peeked over, seeing the faintest outline of a young canine walking up the hallway. She could see the blurred shape of a collared jacket up at his neck and the shadow of a tail behind, faintly swishing. She felt a jolt, knowing that that would be him, yet the illogical fear of looking at him still ebbed through her.

He walked closer, rounding around a large sign in the center of the hallway, and for a second, she peeked over to see the man gone. But, then a familiar face rounded around the sign before the he leaned casually against the sign with a slight wave. The canine finally couldn't avoid looking at him, stepping forward one, shy step while her tail gave a single fidget as though it wanted to wag, but wasn't sure it could yet. The shape stepped forward, a flop of hair over his forehead with the familiar speckling of green over the gray, just like she'd been seeing frame within the screen of her phone for months as Skype connected them over thousands of miles.

A tense second pulsed between them in their the tightened scope of the airport, the single slice where the trio stood before James stepped forward. Voice lilting a statement into an unsure question, he held up both arms. "I have hugs?"

The canine took another step forward, lifting her chest more now and moving the box of donuts to the side as the taller male pulled her into a hug. The warmth of his chest settled against hers before her chin settled just above his shoulder. A little wave of relief washed through the shorter female, before meekly she retorted back: "I have donuts."

He chuckled, stepping back. "I see that." For a second, the husky and the jackal regarded each other, the emotional support of the friend suddenly no longer needed as the mutt peeked at them both in turn before securing her things. A brief, manly exchange occurred between them before the trio split with Pickles heading back down the corridor beside the soft, gray husky.

Within the hour, the two sat across a quiet breakfast table instead of the airport. Still shy, Pickles was eyeing him. For the first time, his form seemed 3D, exploding out of the limitations of being far away. Her feet bumped into his, finding any excuse to check his realness. "You still don't seem real" she murmured, shyly looking down and eyeing him through the veil of her eyelashes as he lifted a paw, poking a finger up to her shoulder. "You're just so soft. And real!"

A blush colored her cheeks, washing a pink shade beneath her yellow fur before she clutched onto a topic of conversation to cover the confliction of shyness to be weird in public and eagerness to touch him: "So, what are we going to do? What do you want to do? Is there anything you want to see?"

"Not really. I just want to spend time with you."

And so, spend they did. The first payment went into the car, weaving their way out of the construction-clustered downtown and outwards with kisses requested at every red light until the husky's cheek glowed a faint, lipsticked pink.

Another quarter went to the farmer's market, holding hands and one-sided sampling of salsa because someone doesn't like spicy foods:

"You're such a wimmmp! But I still like you." She teased, holding his entire arm with both of hers in a hug and leaning heavily into his side, relishing in their shared closeness, the knowledge that they were out together, feeling like a real couple.

"Mmm... Puppy-duppy..."

Then, an hour went to a visit to the park, lounging in the grass and collecting bits of dried leaves into every grabbable surface:

"Here, lemme brush you off." Standing behind, his hands rushed down her back to sweep off the clinging bits of crusted copper-colored leaves before his eyes landed on the plump swell of her ass, hiding just under the skirt that had so temptingly ridden up on her thighs while they were cuddling (only amplified by her constant complaints that her butt'd show!) so James smirked and gave into his desires...

"Eeep! You spanked me! I can't believe you did that!"

Another hour went for shopping, searching for a Lush to dig out bath bombs for an imagined bath together later in the hotel. Though, some spare change went to tangling tongues in the car until Pickles mockingly complimented James' matching lipstick to her own as they stumbled out of the car and into the shopping district for another walk.

By the time twelve o'clock rolled around, they'd emptied their wallet of time till the hotel opened and headed towards the check-in desk, soon finding themselves collapsed onto the bed, side by side.

******

"Poochy, I'm shy~" A timid voice whispered, the canine's lips brushed against the other's cheek, sharing a secret. Her fingers roamed down his chest before returning to his cheeks, pulling him back into a soft kiss.

"Puppy," he whispered, pulling back from her and petting along the supple fur of her cheek before kissing the side of her muzzle. "There's no rush. I have allllll day." His fingers glided over her sides, sliding against the smooth material of her shirt, tucked into the high-waisted skirt before he tugged it up and started working the fabric up the length of her chest. Stripping it off, the cool air washed over the thicker, downy fur of her chest before his hands swallowed over the dark lace of her bra. But, the chill didn't have time to get to her before lips pressed back into her own. His body pressed over hers, his thighs pressing flush between her thighs while squirming hips rubbed her sex to him. Hidden beneath her skirt, the canine felt blood rushing through her entire frame. She felt her clit, pulsating expectantly, with the pressure of him overtop of her.

Yet, she remained timid. Her ears flicked, folding and flattening with sudden bursts. Her lips pressed hungerly into his, but when his hand started to wander down, she shuddered and tugged it back. "Poochy..."

"Shh... It's okay..." His fingers traced down her throat, sending shivers beneath the skin until all the nerves danced with life beneath the surface. She felt her hips shake again, excitement only building as she felt the tangle of her shirt slip over her head, momentarily tugging on a flopped ear. Suddenly, she felt his fingers easing the laced edge of her bra down. Slowly, the expanse of each breast came into view. Her chest puffed, eagerness driving it towards his parted lips. Teasingly, his eyes met hers, pulling another deep kiss out between them before his tongue traced over the throbbing, hardened nub of a single nipple.

"A-ah."

Mouth tightening, the husky closed his grasp around one breast, sending a rush of pleasure through the smaller female. Her hips jerked up, grinding herself to the surface of his thigh with a building desperation while fingers tangled into his hair. "D-don't stop," She thought, possibly whispered though she couldn't tell which she meant to do. Her eyes dipped down, barely watched as he kissed over the surface of each soft breast, kneading and suckling between the two before lips suddenly exploded back into her own and hands sunk backwards.

Fumbling, he fought with the clasp of her bra. "Mmm.." she sighed, chuckling. Two green eyes opened, fixing a playful stare onto him before they rolled, letting his perch onto his lap, straddling. "Lemme get that."

Reaching back, she released the clasp, slowly dropping it away so that both breasts were totally freed, leaving just the stubborn skirt. His paws had tugged earlier, finding no way to remove it easily from where it locked above her hips. For a second, he paused with a playful huff of annoyance at the troubling article before his eyes caught sight of her over his lap. Her hands rested on his chest, leaning her slightly forward so her breasts puffed out, hovering slightly over his face. Her skirt, hiked up, hid her crotch but above her waist was bare, giving him a direct view of her soft stomach leading up to her full breasts temptingly waiting above him with the rosy pink of her nipples dotting the top of each one. Slowly, his hands found her hips and began to slide over the smooth curvature of her form before cupping beneath each breast with a tight grope.

"Mmm...." With a faint sigh, practically purring, she leaned over him with a slow kiss. Rolling a leg between hers, James rolled the pair over, deepening the kiss so his tongue lapped into her muzzle, sloppily tangling them together while his hands wandered down again, tugging at the skirt to no avail.

"Okay! How do you get this off!?" he huffed, forehead wrinkling as his tail lashed behind him. The sweep of hair over his forehead was crumpled from combing fingers, giving him a sloppy look as he met her eyes with a pleading expression, as though begging her to help. Instead she just giggled, making her chest jostled her soft breasts. "You gotta WANT it!" she mocked, though her hips lifted and thumbs hooked into the waistband with an assisting tug and the skirt at last came down.

"Yeah!" One hand flung up, sending the skirt flying across to the opposite side of the room in front of the window. Then, like a little boy, he looked back at his lover with a bright, gleeful expression. Her arms opened, welcoming him back over her. Their lips met again, muzzles parted in a deep kiss that slipped apart. Slowly, the husky began to work his way down. A soft kiss landed over each breast while his fingertips glided over her stomach. The touch brought her skin to life, making it buzz with anticipation beneath the downy layer of fur. Breath hitched in the female's throat, making her noises slightly louder as her whimpers developed into fuller moans. His lips reached her thighs, kissing to her knees while her legs squirmed shyly shut.

Two eyes looked up from below, waiting for some silence response but the puppy blushed darker and whimpered before she relaxed slowly, letting his fingers press her legs open while his lips made their way lower, nipping at the soft, tender flesh as encouragement. His teeth lightly tugged the skin, merely sending jolts of electricity up her spine with every teasing bite until his lips nudged between her thighs. Just the thin fabric of her panties sat between him and the pink flesh of her pussy lips beneath. The black lace hugged over the smooth fuzz of her pussy, a small bow doting over her clit.

Reverently, his finger traced along her slit over the fabric, sending a shuddering sensation down her spine with a gasping whimper. She bit her bottom lip, cheeks darkening a thicker red under her eyes. Fingers grabbed at the sheets to her side, then stroked over his forehead, and back through the cycle. Her tense, fidgeting body seemed to buzz with life. Her entire body felt alive, activated by the wandering caresses of his fingertips before he'd settled between her thighs with lips kissing over the lace of her panties. The thin barrier of the fabric dulled his kisses, but didn't block them. Instead, she got the ghost of a kiss. She felt the faintest heat of his breath and the gentle pressure against her needy sex.

Slowly, a single fingertip started to stray from the center of the panties towards the edge. He followed the scalloped shape of the lace with just the very end of his touch. The faintest roughness of his claw tip nudged beneath the fabric, gliding over the soft flesh and thinnest layer of fur like velvet over the mound of her sex.

"P-pooch..." She whimpered, finally finding that her arousal had fully overcome any lingering nerves or shyness. Her hips squirmed upwards instead, rubbing herself to his chin lightly before she flushed and just writhed down against the covers. He smirked, showing the point of his canines for a second before his hands slid onto the side of her hips and tucked beneath the thin, cheetah-printed strap of the dainty thong. Slowly, he began to glide it down the length of her thighs and until she lifted herself just enough to let the fabric peel slowly down from her.

Without the panties, James' nose hovered just over her bare, naked sex. The rich, spicy scent of her sex filled his nose. Snuffling faintly, he breathed in the thick cloud of her arousal in the air before he let his eyes fall onto the sight of her sex fully exposed in front of him for the first time, in person.

The pale, faded fur around her sex created a creamy white frame for the brilliant pink of her folds, spreading slightly to let him see their dimension. Glistening wetness sparkled on the flesh, glinting under the lights of the room as a finger from each hand carefully pulled apart her outer lips, spreading her to see deeper into the details of her sex. "Mmm..." He sighed, faintly before his tongue spread out and gave a single, long lick up the length of her pussy.

"O-Ohh..." Her voice throbbed into the air, filled with the need she felt coursing through her. Her clit, puffed up impatiently between her folds, suddenly felt the wet pressure of a tongue flicking over its sensitive head before lips closed over her, guiding a shifting tongue tip right up to the hood of her clitoris.

"A-Ahh! Pooch!" she squeaked, suddenly feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot through her as a persistent, unwavering buzz worked over her clit as his long, thick tongue focused its motion right onto the most sensitive nub. Her legs stiffened, starting to writhe almost immediately as his tentative exploration escalated into a focused effort. She felt the faint hairs of his muzzle tickling against her thighs with the small movements of his head. His eyes swept down, focused on her while her eyes locked onto the sight of him pushing down her legs, trying to steadying them against the sheets to stop spasming so as her clit throbbed and pulsed with overstimulated pleasure.

Beneath her, trapped under her butt, her tuft of a tail started to quiver madly with its waggling. She felt the heat of a rich blush, red against the golden shade of her fur, blazing up the shape of her cheekbones and right up to where her ears poked out from piece-y, tumbled hair. Fingers began to knead at the bed and in his hair, working through the thick sweep of almost-bang while her breath hitched and caught, giving her a gasping, desperate quality in every moan.

"P-poochy!" she pleaded, feeling the sensation of his tongue starting to bloom from just an intense, external stimulation to something that seemed to burn down in her crotch. Her back arched, rocking her up as though she was going to lean overtop of him as her hips writhed against the bed. Her legs flailed, stockinged feet rubbing down his back before kicking down against the bed, standing up, and flopping back down with anxious, desperate motions.

"Let me breathe~!" She pleaded, voice breaking with a moan that rang out into the otherwise quiet. Her tail was spasming madly beneath her, rubbing to her lower back with its crazy squirming. Her body heaved up again, bending forward as her back arched before she fell back against the bed. Juices leaked out against his chin, smearing into the fur while she writhed under his chin. "Let me breath, please. Poochy!" Her voice broke, becoming a mere whine instead of actual words, but the husky wasn't listening. Even with all her thrashing and the thighs bucking underneath his hands as they clutched into the soft flesh, trying to control her, his tongue didn't let up from it attention on the bead of her clit. If anything, it only intensified his resolve as she pleaded with him.

With a gasp of surprise, the mutt's eyes popped open wide. Her entire body shook roughly against the crumbled sheets that had started to escape from the bed. The duvet cover had totally escaped, sprawling over the floor instead of over the mattress, the sheets were tangled beneath them, but even the mattress cover itself had begun to slip off at the corners from her thrashing. His tongue worked harder into her, patiently letting her orgasm build to its full height before her voice started with a shrill squeal, "Poochyyyyyyy~!"

Her sex clenched hard, squeezing down on nothing as the entire point of her pleasure focused on the single, pulsating heart of her clit trapped under his lip, still being tormented until she'd collapsed completely, huffing out into the air with her chest heaving. Breasts jostling with every breath, she struggled to breathe clearly again, gasping into the air as he licked once over her, cooing. "Mmm... that's the best thing I've ever tasted..."

She twitched, whimpering with the stimulation over her oh-so-sensitive sex. Gingerly, his fingers petted over her once before rising onto his arms with a sheepish grin. "Mmph, come here, you."

Sliding back over her, his muzzle leaned back down into hers with a slow kiss, a lingering embrace between their muzzles before she pulled back, stroking up his cheek with a giggle. "You taste like me, dirty pooch."

"I know, and I love it-" Grinning, his lips pressed back into hers. This time, the kiss didn't stay slow and gentle, but deepened into another tangling of their tongues, now without the inhibitions of the smaller female's shyness but with a matched excitement for each other. Her fingers lowered down to his stomach, tracing through the thick fur, down to where the edge of her pants halted his nudity. Pulling on her gently, he laid back while her cheek slid onto his chest, a sort of comfortable tiredness pausing their advances.

"Poochy," she started, peeking back with a rosy blush illustrating the apples of her cheeks again while a sheepish pout took hold of her lips. "Penises freak me out."

"Aww, he doesn't bite..."

"B-but, I don't know what to do with them always..."

"It's okay. I'll help you. Come on."

Shifting, mixed fingers worked to undo the belt, shucking the denim away to leave only the thin barrier of black boxers. The bulge of his cock beneath strained against the fabric, holding the girl's attention. Her hand laid on his stomach, inching down closer to his belly button as she traced around the shape of him like a little girl inspecting a new toy. Tucking a thumb beneath the waistband, she gently eased it down, releasing him to spring up into the air. Her eyes started at the base, eyeing the shape of his knot before tracing up to the tip.

Suddenly turning her head, she looked back at him with a mischievous grin flashing from her lips up to her eyes, then she bent down a placed a wet kiss on the tip, sending a jolt of heat through his body before her green eyes met his again with a boastful smirk. "Mmm... Poochy..." she crooned, shuffling back up to kiss him, hair tickling his forehead before they broke apart, a shy blush showing through soft gray fur.

"Do you want to know something, puppy-duppy?"

"Hmm?" One shaggy brown ear lifted, curiosity holding it up before she bobbed her head in a nod, "Mhm!"

"I've never had proper blowjob before..."

Both her eyes popped open, head perking up with attentiveness, "What? We must rectify this situation immediately!" A beat of silence followed before lips, quivering with laughter, pulled her into a hurried kiss. "You're the cutest thingy ever."

"Awh-" she blushed, shuffling down the bed with a little, eager wiggle. Sheepishly, she settled between his thighs before looking up and feeling a hot, red blush bloom over her cheeks. "I can't do this with you looking at me!" She leaned up, playfully squishing a pillow over his eyes before she squatted back between his legs. Her cheeks were still hot with the lingering candy pink blush of shyness up her jawline, but her fingers gingerly wrapped around his cock. The heat and clench of her soft, furred fingers instantly sent a shiver down his spine, finally receiving some direct attention after lavishing his onto her.

Her lips slowly sunk down onto the first inch of his cock, sending out a rush of a moan into the smothering fabric of the pillow. For a moment, she let her mouth clench around him while her lips glided down lower, spreading the heat of her mouth to hug around him tightly before his gaspy breathing made her pull back. "Well, don't die!" A faint, shy blush colored his face, eyes clenching shut while he bit at his bottom lip, head tipped back in pleasure while her lips returned to the sensitive head of his cock. Leaning down, her broad, bubblegum pink tongue swept up the length of his shaft from the base to the very tip where it swirled once and her head lowered her back over his length again.

Guiding her way with her tongue, she sunk down over his cock and started to build a leisurely bobbing motion, moving her lips over even inch slowly before her mouth tightened with the suction of her first, tentative suckle.

"A-ah! Ahuhh..." he moaned, throat seeming to bob with the strength of his grunt before her mouth began to combine the motions. First, she'd start at the tip with her tongue starting with a slurp around the most sensitive head before she'd lower her head over him, hair tickling against his belly and tangling over her face while her lips guided down over every inch and the hot moistness of her mouth surrounded him. Then, it'd all clench tight with a strong suction and she'd start to ease back up, testingly dragging the faintest edge of her front teeth against him only to feel his body quiver within her mouth and to hear a plaintive squeak from his lips.

"Mmm..." she mumbled, working to find a rhythm so that she could start pushing deeper. The tip of his cock prodded the limit of her throat, making her gag faintly before she'd retreat to the tip, suckling and regrouping and then trying again. With every gag, saliva dribbled out from her muzzle, leaking sloppily over him and pooling against where her hand clutched onto his base, pumping gently while she'd pause on the tip, licking over the edges of his head.

Looking down, he saw her flushed cheeks tighten with another suckle, the glistening of her spit leaking down over his cock only adding to the juxtaposition of her cute, blushing face and the sex appeal of her lips wrapped around the girth of his cock, suckling with a single-minded focus on his pleasure. Reaching up, his fingers hugged around her hair, gently gripping her head as she sunk lower and lower, suckling over more of his length and starting to find a rhythm with her head, bobbing faster. The wet, repetitive glub-glub of her lips falling over him, sucking down on his shaft began to fill the air, matching with the muffled, gasping moans from his muzzle as he hovered at a mounting arousal, yet knowing that he couldn't cum just yet.

"Ah, puppy. Come here." His head tipped back, offering up his parted, faintly painting lips as she slid up over him, settling onto his lap again. This time, her sex hovered over the top of his shaft. Her heat washed over him, but didn't hug around him, teasingly there. His mind thought to the boxes of condoms in his bag, all the way across the room, before he grabbed onto her hips and gently rocked himself up against her sex. He felt the hot wetness of her entrance slide over him; the tip prodding to her for a moment before she giggled, scolding him in a jumbled whisper as her lips pulled his back into a kiss.

Momentarily letting himself be distracted, James rolled over to trap her beneath him. Kissing for her soft lips hungerly, the taste of her lower lips mingled with the flavor of her mouth. Her hips were grinding up to his, legs wrapping up and coaxing him down against her until the tip of his cock nudged against the slick opening of her sex. "Mmph, Poochy..." She warned, murmuring against his lips with a small warning, though no true command held in her voice. Instead, she scolded him and pressed her lips back into his hungerly and ground up to the hot length of his shaft. He shivered, adjusting to press himself testingly to her sex. Grinding, he worked the tip up to her, testing for another scolding and pushing the limits of the soft, whimpering puppy girl shaking beneath him, but she only kissed harder and moaned into his mouth.

So, he thrust smoothly forward. His shaft eased up to the opening of her sex before plunging down into the heat of her. Instantly, she clamped down around him, clenching down like a vice as her lips broke from the kiss and hovered beside his ear. Claws dug into his back, clutching while she suddenly just gasped, whimpering and breathing hoarsely against his neck. Her hips trembled, pushing up to pull him deeper into her to feel him fill her again. He eased back, teasingly extracting every inch before he plunged back in again, fitting into her like a hand in a glove.

Clutching on her body, he pulled her into him like the missing piece to his puzzle. Her head stayed notched over his shoulder, letting her get as much of the oxygen as she could sucking in lungfuls of air. "O-oh, Poochy..." She whimpered, an airy, pleading voice throbbing with the full heft of the sensation of him finally inside her. For over a year, she'd been whimpering into the phone, "I wanna feel you inside me. I want you to fill me up.." But now, finally feeling the heat of him trapped inside her clenching sex, letting him rock his hips up to hers while his breath washed over her ear, his arms held onto her, and his weight pressed over her entire body all at once, it wasn't the same as one, fantasy-driven sentence. She felt him now, inside her, over her, against her, and it felt like heaven.

"A-ah, Puppy. Wanna try something?" She felt the shape of his mischievous grin against her neck, the boyish, but shockingly kinky inner alter ego that burst out occasionally. She pulled back, still panting with her cheeks flushed a rosy hue of pink before she nodded. Both ears bobbed atop her head goofily before he was slipping out of her, leaving a suddenly emptiness before he nudged her hip.

"Grab the edge of the bed." He sat back on his knees, watching the canine shuffle to the edge of the bed so that her body would fit onto the width of their mattress. Her body stood up on hands and knees, leaving her butt facing him, but merely that. Leaning closer, pulling himself up against her backside, his hand pressed into the center of her lower back and pushed it down till her belly button dragged onto the sheets and her cheek went flush to the edge of the exposed mattress, "Down, puppy. Down."

Instantly, she whimpered. Her body quivered with anticipation as his cock dragged along her slit, seeking out the leaking opening of her eager sex. One hand, clutching onto her side, pulled her butt back so it went flush to her groin and plunged him back into her heat. A deep moan bloomed from her muzzle, almost a howl with its lingering quality at the sensation of his tip scraping down into her tunnel and sinking deeper than it had before, pressing forward into the sensitive ridges of her walls. Her body clamped down on him, clenching tightly to his shaft even as he pulled her back onto him.

Then, grabbing on with the other hand, he started to thrust into her. As if on cue, the bed frame gave a hard wiggle and smacked its wooden edge against the wall with a thunk. Then, with every consecutive thrust, sinking him down deep into the clenching insides of her pussy, the bed would hit the wall with a steady, abiding thud.

Finding a rhythm, his fingers tightened on her soft flesh and pulled her butt high, deepening the arch of her body until her butt spread out in front of him, letting him grab either cheek, spreading them wide to see the pucker of her asshole hiding under the upturned tuft of her flickering, spasming tail.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" With every pounding thrust forward, the girl was starting to whimper and yip in time with the wall, only adding to the mounting volume in the room. Her gasps built into full barks, filling their hotel room with the echoing sound of her crying pleasure while the bed kept the rhythm like a drum. James, holding onto her juicy ass, started to hammer into her so that their bodies slapped together- a cymbal on top of the percussion already in place. The steady, smacking sound of her butt hitting his groin only urged him on faster along with her crying noises. The sight of her body, crumpled in front of him with her butt up high, offered with equal parts love and needy, and the sight of her face peeking back to him with the cheek dragging on the sheets flaming with a sweet, horny blush.

Her pussy suddenly started to clamp down. Her ohs deepened into full-bodied, "Uh-Oh!"s with every thrust. Her voice began to break, gasping breathing and hoarse yips breaking through. Her fingers clenched harder, knuckles tingling white beneath the fur. Her ears were folded back, everything on edge and tense while her butt pounded back into him, taking the weight of his body with every thrust, every forward motion that drove him back into the clenching depths of her sex.

"Ah! Ah! Poochy! Pooch!" Her voice was shrill, pleading, desperate as it suddenly cried out, momentarily overwhelming the sound of the bed pounding harder on the wall. The steady thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk broken in with a faster slapping of their bodies together. Her breasts swung faster into her before mashing into the bed as her body couldn't hold up anything except her butt. Her sex held onto him so tightly, he questioned being able to move and all he could hear was the crescendo-like cry of her moan in the room.

"Poochy," her voice, suddenly much softer and more strained, whined up to him. "Don't you cum in me." She reminded stiffly, as though she'd suddenly remembered herself while she hovered right at the edge. Then, with his own pleasure rocketing upwards, he yanked back only to watch a stream of white shoot out over the golden plains of her back. It shot against the center of her back before arching to hit on her shoulder and ear, leaving a drooping earring of cum off the lobe. Then, it dripped off onto her side, leaving a speckling of leopard spots glistening there on the fur.

At the same time, her entire sex clamped down to the point of no return. Her body spasmed back against him, hips quivering while she squealed down into the bed, mouthing hanging over the edge to send her noise crashing into the carpet as she came, hard.

Then, James slumped forward into her. His cock smeared into the messy fur on her back, only improving the mess while his entire weight seemed to just drop onto her back. She slipped forward a bit, threatening a nosedive before she tipped back, eyeing his opened mouth as he panted harshly into her shoulder.

"You gonna be okay there?" she whispered, watching for a few seconds as he caught his breath before lifting back off from her and pressing his tongue to the bottom stream of cum and starting to lick up. Stroke by stroke, he cleaned up the majority of the sticky mess before giving permission for her to slump back into the sheets, clean enough to roll into his chest.

Sweat clung to them both, sparkling on the edges of their fur with heat still glowing from their cheeks and a female's neck, where she gleamed like a tomato after an orgasm, but neither cared as they crumpled together. Her cheek nestled in against his chest, naked body cradled to his side before one hand slide up, finding his and just clutching onto the fingers.

For a second, the two just paused. Their mixed scents of sex and sweat still lingered in the air. The flavor of chocolate-flavored lube, snuck into the sex, still lingered in the back of their mouths, now dry with percolating dehydration. Heat clung to their skin like a fever, yet neither moved. Orgasms fading into a warm, caramel-colored afterglow, both just lay still, breathing into a shared space for the first time to catch their breath, physically feeling each other in the decline from the high, and speaking silently to one another with just the presence and moment and touch of the other.

"I love you," neither said.

They didn't have to.