PassionbySilverwolf ©![]() Passion Tippy lay on the bed, her fine fur shedding over the satin sheets with each jerky movement of her small body. She felt her lover fill her, slowly, always gentle as she caressed his flesh. The fullness, the pressure sometimes made her moan, and he’d stop, worried he might be hurting her. She lifted her head from the soft pillow, turning behind her to kiss his fear away. She did want him to stop though, long enough for her to face him, and lifted a delicate leg as she twisted her body beside him. He helped reposition her, carefully sliding his hand beneath her back to lift as she turned, till she lay facing his chest and buried her head in the curling hairs there. He tenderly kissed her head, nuzzling the stringy fur of her ears as she braced against his thighs and set a new rhythm for their love. She raised her head, looking lovingly into his gray eyes. She could stare at his face all day. There were times he’d catch her staring at him and laugh, remarking how she had such bad taste. If he could see through her eyes, she thought. Her thrusts increased in speed, taking him quickly but pulling back with a halting, jerky pulse, as her walls squeezed him. She whimpered feeling his flesh throbbing against her clit. Desperately, she clawed his shoulders trying to raise her body above him. “Gods, Tippy” he exclaimed, rolling on his back, “slow up a bit.” She straddled him now, looking down on the face she loved, her eyes wide with rapture. His hands caressed her sides, helping steady her rapid thrusts as her breathing increased with her pleasure. Insistently, she kissed him, thrusting her tongue to the deepest recesses of his mouth as she felt him grow even larger and deeper within her. Her own flesh tingled, a burning sensation so great she was sure the next hesitant hump would make her brain explode. With a passionate whine she pushed her face into his muscular neck, and feeling the rippling pulse of his seed travel through him, she squeezed, her tail twitching against him as his juice exploded in her already overloaded womb. Holding as tight to him as he to her, she took all he could give till she noticed the pressure ease within her. Even soft he filled her, no longer reaching her womb yet still stretching her walls as they trembled around him. She had once jumped from him at this time to run yapping through the house in her joy, but had discovered since the greater joy of holding him, his gentle hands playing along her highly sensitive skin as they kissed, keeping her on that plateau of passion much longer. They would part, him slipping from her as she drew a fineboned limb across his stomach. She would kiss him again, her pants slowing, then turn to taste him, showing him her still parted, quivering lips. She’d beg him to kiss her there, his tongue filling her nearly as deep as his shaft and taking her heat slowly, lovingly. She turned, facing him again and rubbing her face along his wide chest. He caressed her again, his hands starting at her twisting head and working down her supple body. She lay beside him, pressing her soft stomach to his side, her hot paws curling into his hip. With a final, burning kiss, she settled her cheek on her lovers shoulder thinking how much more he gave her than any dog she’d been with, and drifted into a sensual slumber. "Site content and stories Copyright secured 1998-2003 Silverwolf & Silverwolf Industries" "E-mail the Author at silverw122@netscape.net" |