You sit on the edge of the bed, moonlight shining in and bathing your bare form in a warm illumination that contrasts the calm, silent winter outside. As I sit next to you, you run your fingers over my furry chest, grabbing my hair and lost in its softness. I put my arms around your waist, and you can feel my hot breath on your neck.
My hand slides up your back and into your hair. I run my fingers through it slowly, feeling its length down your back. My lips barely touch your cheek, giving you a tingly sensation as I move toward your chin, dragging my lips lightly across your face. I plant a small kiss on your chin. As my mouth approaches yours, I stop.
My lips are only a paper’s distance away from yours, and the electric current runs between us. My hands move down, one on your waist and other on your outer thigh, running my palms back and forth softly over your skin. It is an almost agonizing pleasure to hold this distance. My arms move around your waist and our bodies press close. My fur presses against your chest as our lips begin to melt together, in slow motion. Our mouths open and we kiss each other slowly. I run one hand through your hair, and pull you close at the waist with the other as my tongue licks yours. As we kiss, our tongues swirl, a push/pull from your mouth to mine. My mouth moves down your chin, across your jawbone, and down to your neck.