Her mittens slid up against my shirt and began undoing my buttons.Her mittens slid up against my shirt and began undoing my buttons. I laughed and leaned in to kiss her. She kissed back, warm and familiar, her back arching slightly as I ran my hand over her shirt. I reached between us to open her buttons as well, sliding a hand surreptitiously in and fondling her breast before undoing all of the buttons. She laughed. "You just can't keep your hands off, can you?" "With such a pretty lady as yourself?" I asked. "Be serious." I kissed her chin, feeling her fur slide along my cheek as I eased down her throat. She moaned softly as my hands caressed her fur in small circles along her chest. My lips found a hardened nipples as her mitts slid along within my shirt, and her back arched upwards towards me. "I love you," I said, looking up at her. "I love you, too." She smiled and opened the button that held her pants shut. "Help me take them off." I helped her slide the pants off and tossed them aside. I removed my own clothing slowly as she watched, her mouth open. "Gods, you are excited," I said. "Something about how all the tourists will be coming through here and wondering how many will guess the truth. And of those, wondering how many will realize that, at least once, we really did make love in this bed." I laughed. "You have an active imagination, Nyss." "You're the creative one in this family," she said, hauling me down on top of her. She kissed my lips, our tongues meeting, each sliding against the others' warmth and wetness. "Ken," she gasped as we parted, "Lick." "With pleasure," I said, sliding halfway down the length of her body briskly and settling as she parted her thighs for me. I kissed the top of her mound, and was rewarded with the sight of her inner lips swelling slightly and peeking out from her fine blue fur, slightly longer here than elsewhere on her body. I kissed her mound again, extending my tongue into her cleft and parting her lips with saliva. The hood of her clitoris was still covering completely, so I ran my tongue over the top gently; I knew she didn't like too much pressure in the beginning, no matter how hot the rest of her was. |