"We might want the room warmer," I suggested."We might want the room warmer," I suggested. "Mm-hmm," she intoned. I cuddled up close to her, gently stroking her blue bellyfur with my fingers, my hands caressing her body, moving up to her breasts. When I found her nipples I pinched them gently, enjoying the moans of pleasure I was eliciting from her. I scratched her fur gently against the grain, then slowly closed two fingers around a nipple. She moaned again. "Harder," she said. A little surprised by the request, I pinched her nipple a little harder and she moaned a little louder. "Perfect," she said. I leaned in a little closer and kissed the other nipple as I stroked her body. She cooed softly under my touch, but it's always been to my frustration that she's not ticklish. Lucky for me she has no fingernails; I am. Despite that, she still manages to tickle me mercilessly. I lay against her shoulder as I touched her and chuckled softly. "What's so funny?" she asked. "We've worn grooves in each other. No matter where I lie on your chest, I feel comfortable," I replied. "That just means you've found all the comfortable spots," she said, laughing. "You're so silly." I found a little energy and pulled myself up over her, straddling her thighs and said, "Silly, huh?" "Yeah, silly," she said, her eyes all a-twinkle. |