My shadow swept across the room and onto my lover’s form when the first streaks of sunlight flooded into our bedroom. The room was silent. As I watched her lie there, sleeping peacefully, she reminded me of the night before, how she’d teased me with her sensual touches. That night she had discovered unforeseen weaknesses in me and exploited them to their greatest extent. She was most cunning.

She loved the way I fondled her with affection and valor. On occasion, ours lip would meet, but she took the liberty of freezing time when she crept beneath the silken sheets and came to rest her muzzle onto my throbbing chest, where she breathed and kissed with passion. She nurtured one of my nipples in a way that I couldn’t begin to describe, let alone tell about, because it was too memorizing at the time. Her soft, unrelenting hands caressed around the sensitive areas of my neck and lured me to find my rapture. To her, I was hers tonight and she knew it.

She began suddenly with her ministrations with fluid, lapping motions of her slick and warm tongue. Her head was but a figure beneath the sheets as it ventured back to my face, and to my dry lips she kissed them to wetness. Instinctively, I grasped onto her nape and rolled her on to her back where I pinned her beneath me, bending her to my will. Now she had to obey my every command, appease my whim to the fullest.

I edged closer to her face and stared into her lustrous eyes before continuing with another kiss. The blankets brought along the slightest hindrance of our moving and knotted forms, but soon they had long abandoned us when I got into position just over her midsection; a pool area of fiery mist and feminine musk. I brushed against her body with mine and together we gasped as I found what she desired to be liberated, penetrated, and exploited. I watched as she writhed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her hands clenching into small fists full of the covers so innocently.

I forced her head back with another deliberate kiss, but dabbed around the tender areas with my rough tongue in between her neck and shoulders. She shuddered and brought her hands to rest on my thighs, both slowly bucking against the whorl of hers. We pulled down the sheets to our thighs and in the reflection of the mirror on the mahogany dresser, it shone our lovemaking filled with bits of contented sighs and low moans. Soft jazz played in the background, from a record spinning on its player. The room’s orange aurora dressing over the walls and dancing like her bodily rhythm, they flicked their small flames lightly just as the repeated, rapid breaths of my night lover. Wrapped in ecstasy, my lady’s claws tore into my back—pierced my short-furred pelt. The trickling sensations of blood made me smile, knowing that my deed being completed onto her was right.

Milady wrapped her legs around my hips and cried wildly, nearing an orgasmic ending; her thighs were intense in muscular tightness; and the thick, viscid fur between us heated so hot as if it were to singe and merge us. When she grew close to come with me, I gazed lovingly down at her, and licked the beads of sweat which had begun to linger off her exhausted face. I couldn’t wait to reach the climax of our union, so I mustered a slight snarl upon my finish, and gnashed my teeth together. I grabbed handfuls of sheets; then gouged the pillows behind her with my claws. Between us, there released a warm pool of ourselves; mine, inside hers; and hers, over my nether region.

I collapsed onto her drawing in large breaths, and then sliding off beside her weary body and holding her in my arms. I snuggled her, kissed her, and purred into her ear.

The room’s atmosphere had changed. No longer did it smell ambrosial to the nose and taste from her white gown, nor of my cologne from my black suit, but now of a mixture of our sweat-induced bodies and the aroma of fresh coition. She motioned her head over to whisper into my pointed ear and she said something I would never forget. “I love you so much,” she said sacredly, then pulled the covers back over us, back into concealment.

I laid my head onto her breast and looked up at her, eying the earring in left ear that marked her as being mine. “We’ve finally done it, Mrs. McCloud, “ I returned, smiling and stroking her stomach. “No longer will we be considered just friends, but lovers now.” Then she rolled over onto her side and faced me, bringing her hand from beneath the covers to hold the side of my face.

She cooed into my ear, “Yes, Mr. McCloud. We’ve come a long way to meet like this. It will be a memorable one.” She kissed my forehead and then gazed into my eyes for the longest time before her eyelids grew heavy, a sign that she was in need of rest.

Before we fell asleep together, I met with her lips one more time; our lips finding each other and smacking. The candles faded. The music stopped. The night fell silent and steady, and it passed on without uninterrupted bliss. What had begun as simple friendship miraculously escalated into a full relationship that would take us in new directions.

The End