Making Moves
#12 of Reader's Choice
Making Moves
You scootch a little closer, lightly brushing your thigh against the side of his paw. He starts to withdraw it a bit but stops then eases it back against you. "From what I read in your binder," you say, "I'd hardly think you were bland."
You see his expression shift to slightly embarrassed. He moves his paw up to your thigh and rubs it softly. You take the opportunity to shift a little closer to Malcolm, easing your muzzle to his neck and and nuzzling him. The tiger moans softly and squeezes your thigh.
"It's been awhile," he whispers hotly in your ear.
"We should fix that," you say and nip his cheek.
Malcolm leans over on you and brings his other paw up your right side. He rubs over your shirt up to your chest as his breathes a little faster. You response is to slide your paws around his waist and palm his rear, pulling Malcolm more on top of you. His knees slide down on either side of your thighs as he straddles you.
You can feel the bulge in his slacks press against you, and he starts to grind his hips forward. His expression is a cross between mildly wine-dulled nervousness and lust. Malcolm obviously wants to take it up a notch. Both of you still fully clothed, you decide to take it to the next level.