Moving with an excruciating slowness, she places one knee on the bed and begins to crawl. With her eyes locked on his sleeping face, she can feel each muscle as they flex beneath her skin. Carefully, deliberately, she crawls over him. With one hand and one knee on either side of his legs, she advances over his body like some jungle feline stalking its prey. He is so still in his slumber, he seems unaware of the female as she drinks in his scent. She stifles a low growl that threatens to erupt from her throat as rosy nipples, tightened to an aching hardness, rasp through the thick mat of fur covering his broad chest.

Slowly, carefully, she lowers her body onto the muscled figure beneath hers. Her full, soft breasts crush against his ribs while the damp heat of her sex comes to rest on his belly. His cock presses against her thigh like a promise. She lays her cheek to his chest, the movement causing the silky tangles of her hair to tease her skin as they brush across her shoulders. She exhales as her body settles, and she stills, silently riding the crest of his breathing. Each steady *thump* of his heart beat ripples through her to pool in the moist core of her sex.

Her pliable curves conform to his solid body like water around a rock, seamlessly molding to his strength. She presses her nose into the hair on his chest and inhales deeply, intoxicated by the warm, male scent of his skin. His feel, his scent, so overwhelm her senses that her toes curl and she can’t help but shiver. She exhales in a throaty purr.

A rumbling begins deep in his chest and erupts in a growl as he wraps his arms around her. He lifts a fistful of her hair to his face and drinks in her earthy, feminine scent. The fingers of his other hand stroke gently along the back of her neck as he murmurs.

“My little animal.”

His voice reverberates through her body and she struggles to restrain the urge to squirm. Friction. Her skin is hungry for it. But, he will set the pace. He will not be rushed. She knows this, but even as her mind accepts it, her body yearns to writhe against him.

She presses her face to his chest and takes slow, measured breaths. The sleep-warmed scent of his skin soothes her and each exhalation drives a little more of the tension from her muscles. Her limbs relax and she lies draped over him like a comforter.

Once he is satisfied that she is still, he begins. He trails his fingertips along her neck and across her shoulders. He takes his time, using soft, feathery strokes, barely brushing her skin. As his fingers slide down the length of her spine, he feels her body instinctively arch up into his touch. He traces slow, lazy circles on the cheeks of her ass, and then drags his nails lightly up the sides of her body, enjoying the shaky groan she tries to muffle against his chest.

He stops, waiting for her to settle once again. His body absorbs her shudder as she once again melts against him. Her skin heats beneath his fingertips as he skims the curve of her breast and slides once again down the slope of her back. When he traces the cleft of her ass and brushes the puffy lips of her sex, she lets out a hoarse gasp.

Unable to control herself, she reaches up and fists her hands in his hair, rubbing her face in the furry expanse of his chest with a feral growl. His cock twitches against her thigh and he responds with a moan. She begins to slide against him, slowly at first. She finds a rhythm, her body’s sense of urgency building as she slips into that place where only sensation exists. Touch, taste, and scent combine to drive her higher and higher. He cups her cheek and she tips her head into his hand. Her breathing accelerates as she licks at his palm before capturing his thumb in her mouth. His cock bumps insistently against her thigh as she suckles his thumb. Her tongue swirls around the tip and strokes the sides as he slides it in and out of her mouth, fucking her with his thumb.

With a shift of her hips, she traps his now hard cock between her wet sex and his belly. Still sliding against him, her wetness coats the length of him and the scent of her arousal fills the air. She increases the tempo, writhing on him like a feline in heat. She is beyond language now, emitting animalistic grunts as she rubs, seeking her release.

With a loud roar, he rolls her to her back, pinning her to the bed with his body. He traps her wrists in his hands and buries himself in her with a savage thrust. Desperate for that friction of flesh against flesh, she struggles to move, but the weight of his body keeps her trapped. He lifts his head and watches her struggle, the damp strands of her hair sticking to her face as her head thrashes from side to side. He flexes his cock inside her and smiles at her whimpers. He presses harder against her and leans down to lick the tears of frustration now slipping over her cheeks. His mouth takes hers in a brutal kiss, biting her bottom lip. The flash of pain and pleasure shoots through her and her body tightens like a whipcord beneath him.

He holds her tight, still pinned, the muscles in his back straining beneath his own flesh. He stares into her tortured face, waiting for the moment of her capitulation. He steels himself to control them both, tightening his grip on her wrists. His own lust is evident in the hoarse sound of his voice as he growls, “Open.”

Then it happens. The yielding. Her water to his rock. Her muscles relax with a liquid grace as with a long, tormented moan, she surrenders to him. She opens her eyes, glazed and unfocused. Only a slim ring of blue surrounds the dilated pupils, as if opening her very soul to him. With a final pulse of his cock inside her, he releases her wrists and raises himself to pump his hips, pushing all the way into her and then sliding out till just the head of his cock rests inside her greedy cunt. He supports himself on his elbows to let the damp curls of hair on his body graze her sensitized flesh.

Free to move, she plants her feet on the sheets and propels her hips up to meet him stroke for stroke. Friction. Inside and out, the friction drives her higher and hotter. His chest hair brushes the nerve endings in her skin as his cock drags through her slippery folds. Her nails rake his back and she bucks and writhes, taking him hard and fast and deep. She stiffens and as he watches her orgasm slams through her like an atomic detonation. He wraps his arms around her shuddering body and spews the ropy strands of his seed into her still quaking sex.