In one sweep he shoved her gown off her shoulders, lifted her in his arms and pulled her to his chest, his mouth finding hers, their tongues tangling, his heart pounding like a bass drum.
She was light, and seemed to float on the tips of his fingers and his lips. Her small sigh accented the soft vibration he felt against his chest.
Taking a step he threw her on the bed and grabbed her gown where it was tangled around her feet and ripped it free, letting it float over his shoulder.
Her lips parted and she started to pant, her small breasts heaving, and he noted her nipples blushing a chocolate brown that matched her ears.
Falling on the bed at her feet he kissed a toe. He couldn’t explain why, it was nothing that had ever come into his head before, but he started licking the inside of her ankle and she squeaked.
Touching her leg he discovered a small covering of fur like peach fuzz but much softer on the back of her calf and he smiled as he ran his tongue through it.
Kissing the inside of her knee, he found pale bare skin and sucked gently before moving further up.
“My love,” she mewed.
Then he discovered it. The source of her fragrance. The inside of her thigh was sweet with it. He ran his tongue up and down trying to capture it, to possess it, to have it all, and he heard her moan.
His hands pushed roughly and her legs fell akimbo around his shoulders. Something told him there was more and he searched for it with his tongue. When he found her weeping slit he inhaled deeply and thought his heart would explode.
Exploring further with his tongue, he found the same silky peach fuzz he’d found on the back of her calf covering her small swollen lips. His nose bumped when his rough tongue drew up and came away covered in her dewy musk.
Just as the winds of a torment reveal a calm spot in their center, he suddenly felt at ease. He marveled at the wash of tranquility and satisfaction that came over him. He could find no words for it other than coming home. Licking again, he smiled as one quest ended and a second began.
He had no other thought other than satisfying his enchantress as he dug in her sopping folds until he found her swollen nub where he sucked and played while her legs jerked and writhed around his shoulders.
“Yes,” he whispered reverently and lifted his mouth so he could see the source of his delight. He was amazed to find her heavy lips and the skin around them flushing the same chocolate color as her ears and the tip of her nose.
With no idea why, he smiled smugly and nuzzled, his nose pushing, his tongue digging.
“Yes,” she purred and he felt her fingers in his short-cropped hair pulling desperately.
Following a ridge of short silky fuzz, he kissed to her navel and found it bare. His hands found her hips and he pressed his shoulders between her thighs, spreading her more.
“Please,” she purred, pleading, pulling harder, and he smiled lasciviously, ignoring her pleas, picked up the trail again above her navel and followed it up her stomach. Then he could feel it. It evoked feelings of warmth, joy, and happiness, and made his heart pound even harder. At the bottom of her breastbone he felt her skin and muscles vibrate in a soothing purr that deepened to a rattle when he licked a chocolate tipped nipple that exploded in a hot swell between his lips.
She was whimpering and pulling, her small hands on his shoulders, and when he looked up from the breast he was suckling, he saw tears on her cheeks, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Her expression more than her guttural mew evoked him to act, and his big hands planted on each side of her shoulders, he scooted up, arched his back, and probed with his hard cock.
Her hands came up and he felt her fingers lace behind his neck just as the head of his cock found home. His muscles bulged, his chest and stomach tight as he held himself up and teased with the head of his cock, letting it slide in and pop out.
“Please,” she pleaded again