" I slid the pan of eggs off the burner and turned the heat down." I slid the pan of eggs off the burner and turned the heat down. She watched attentively as I dropped them onto a plate and then retrieved her steak from the oven. As I added it to her plate, she suddenly turned me around and hugged me tightly, pushing me towards the breakfast table. "Perea!" "Hmmm?" "Your breakfast will get cold," I said, protesting not too strenuously. She growled softly, lustfully as she guided me down onto the tabletop, holding me with one hand to the small of back until I was lying flat. "What I want for breakfast will never get cold." I laughed as she nudged her way between my legs, sitting down at the table and running her slightly unsheathed claws through the fur of my legs. "If this is breakfast," I murmured to the ceiling, "Maybe we should have it in bed." "We could have had it in bed, but you abandoned me, Private." "Last night you said you were tire-- Oh, Perea..." She pressed her hot muzzle up to my mound, her tongue flicking out and invading my privacy. So fitting for a soldier, the insurgency with which she approach my clitoris. "Gods, Perry, slow down! The soft purring noise she seemed to make even more consistently than Ember ever had migrated up from her chest to her throat, emerging as a soft and constant growling sound. |