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The cursor blinked on the computer screen asking for her attentions, calling to her to continue onward to her goal.
“This story is going no where. I need to finish this,” she sighed. She felt so tried at the thought of trying to create more.
The wind blew outside upon her cabins window. This was her escape, her thinking place, out in the cold mountains away from the world and all its chaos, alone to ponder all her ideas. As the wind howled louder there was a knock at the door.
Confused she pushed back her chair leaning a bit to seeing if it was the tress knocking against the cabin again. But the knocking continued. Still confused she got up and headed toward the door. She felt the warmth of the fireplace as she walked by. “What is going on,” she wondered. “No one knows where I am.” She walked forward in her midnight blue silk bathrobe. It seemed to fit her like a second skin as if she really wasn’t wearing anything. The knocking began to get harder and faster. “I’m coming,” she yelled. At that she reached the big oak door. “Who is there?” No one answered and the knocking stopped. “This is ridiculous,” she thought. She opened the door.
There he stood smirking at her. How in the world had he found her? This had to be a dream but yet there he was in a long black trench coat out in the snow.
“So you going to let me in or am I going to stand outside in the cold all night,” he smiled at her. She motioned him in. “Thank you. I can see you weren’t expecting me,” he grinned at her by the clothes or the lack there of. He could tell she hadn’t been expecting company.
She shut the door behind him ignoring his last statement. “How did you know I was here?”
“I have my sources,” he smirked taking off his coat. He was wearing a shirt the seemed to match her rode and a black pair of pants with a silver belt. Something was up he never dressed like this. The color of his tail and ears seemed to be exemplified by the way he dressed.
She took his coat and put it in the closet by the door. He smiled again at the way her robe seemed to show off all off her legs and she hadn’t even noticed that’s what made it sexier. “You can go and take a seat on the coach if you care.”
He walked over to the chocolate brown suede coach and curled up in a little fox ball trying to look as cute and innocent as possible. But she walked back over to black leather computer chair sit down crossing her legs and pulling the bathrobe over her legs so it cover more of her.
“Awwww,” he pouted, ears going down. “Why did you go all the way over there?”
“Because the reason I came here was to work you know. I have to finish this if I want to make money.” How was it that he always made her feel guilty about doing things she was suppose to be doing. “Do you think it’s possible for you to behave over there while I work?”
He lifted his hand under his chin and pondered the thought for a moment. “I suppose I could,” he smiled gently looking sincere in his words.
“Thank you dear,” she smiled back. “Make yourself at home, “she said and turned back around to her computer and began typing again.
Things seemed to be going quite well for awhile. He stayed on the coach moving around every once in awhile trying to make himself comfortable.. Then all went silent about a half hour later. All she could hear was the crackling of the fire. She assumed that he feel asleep. It probably was a long ride out to her cabin she couldn’t blame him. She should have known better then to think that.
Pounce. He was now all of a sudden in her lap nuzzling her. “Yes,” she said a little annoyed.
“I am lonely,” he whimpered rubbing his face on the side of hers.
“Well I need to work,” nuzzling him back.
“But can’t you spend time with me now and do work latter” at those words he just his tail to push the gap of her gown off to the side and begin stroking her thigh with his tail.
She laughed, “Determined little fox aren’t you.” How could she say no when she already really didn’t want to do her work. He put both his hand on the side of her face and kissed her softly. She kissed him back and when she did he pulled back quickly, smirking. “Alright, alright, you win little fox,” she sighed, “You think you can find my bedroom while I finish this last bit up.” He nodded. “Ok get going then I be in there in a bit.” At that he kissed her cheek and hopped out of her lap scurry to the back of the cabin. She heard a door shut so she assumed he found it. She turned back to her computer screen and saved her work. “He is such a bad influence he planned this all before he got here.” She got up and started to her bed room, “What am I going to do with him,” she laughed as she pondered.
When she reached her room her door was still closed she knocked on it and got no answer so she opened it and began to walk in. There he was rolling around in her queen size canopy bed. The crimson red sheets made his shirt look like night about to swallow a light. He smiled at the sight of her.
“Your bed is very comfy,” he said in a matter of fact tone and he nuzzled against a feather pillow.
“Well after a longs days work I like to come back to something comfortable to lay on,” she spoke as walking to the bed.
“Well you could always lay down on me,” he said innocently with a devilish smile.
“Is that so?” she giggled
He nodded as he lay down on the bed patting his hand on his chest.
She laughed even harder at the motion. She crawled onto the bed till she was hovering over him.
“I quite like this view too in fact,” he was noticing the black lace undergarments. “Do you always wear such provocative clothing when you are not expecting visitors?”
She just stared at him smiling not knowing what to say. She kissed him hard, flicking her tongue onto his lips till he let her in. He tugged at the cord that held her robe together as she began to unbutton his shirt. He sat up to allow her to pull the shirt off of him. She ran her hand done his pure white chest. She wanted him more in this moment then she ever had.
He tugged at her bathrobe till she allowed him to pull it off. There was now a midnight blue pile on her bedroom floor. She looked at him into his deep blue eyes. She shook her head she couldn’t do it. She got off of him and began to walk toward the bathroom. “I am going to take a quick bath I will be out in a bit.”
“After that all you are just going to leaning me here,” he whined, grabbing his tail and rubbing his face against.
“I will be out in a bit. I have been working all day. Don’t worry I will be back to finish this.” She winked at him walking into the bathroom.
She walked to the bathroom she left him on her bed. It was quite late at night but she just felt the need for a hot bath. She filled the tub up with steaming hot water and lots of bubbles. It was the way she always liked her bath. She slid off her bra and underwear. She sank into the tub. The hot water felt so good against her body. Moments latter there was a knock at the door.
“Yes?” she said.
“Can I come in?” She glanced down at herself. The bubbles were still holding why she felt like she needed to hide herself all of a sudden she didn’t know. So she was naked in a bath tub. So what?
“Come in.”
“I brought you a towel I noticed early that there weren’t any in here. Where would you like me to put it? Here?” He started to lay them on the vanity.
“I can’t reach them there?”
“Here, then?” He laid them on top of the stool. He stood there; staring down at her, in nothing put his black pants.
“Still too for away.”
He moved and sat down on the edge of the tub, placing the towels on the floor. He stared down at her as if he could will the bubbles away. “Is this close enough?”
“I think that will do.”
He trailed his fingertips over the bubbles at the edge of the tub. He turned a bit and his pure white back faced her, she had the sudden urge to run my fingers down his back. He turned to face her. He wiped his wet fingers across his chest, trailing shining lines of moisture across his stomach. His fingers played with the line of dark hair that vanished into his pants. His tail began to caress the side of her face.
She closed her eyes and let out a sigh.
“What the matter,” he spoke softly. She could feel him leaning over her.
“Nothing,” She smiled.
He leaned his face to meet hers. “It wasn’t nothing.” He kissed her lightly, a brushing of lips, but even that small movement made her stomach jerk.
She gasped and pushed him away. He fell into the tub, going completely under, only his feet sticking out and part of his tail. He landed right on top of her naked body.
He came up for air, his brown hair clinging to the side of his face and his ears dripping wet. He looked as surprised as she had ever seen him. He crawled off her struggling to his feet. Water streamed down against his body. He stared down at her. She was huddled against the side of the tub staring back at him.
He shook his head and laughed. The sound filled the room; it played along her skin like a hand. “Sorry,” he grinned.
She stared up at him. He stood there, knee deep in bubble bath. He was soaking wet and should have looked ridiculous, but he didn’t. He looked beautiful.
“How do you manage to look so good no matter what?”
He knelt in the water. Bubbles covered his waist, so he looked naked. Water trailed down his chest in fine beads. She wanted to run her hands over him. She wanted to lick the water off his skin.
He moved toward her. The water sloshed and curled around her naked body. He stayed knelling, so close that his black pants brushed her legs, the feel of him in the water that close, was almost unbearable.
“Tell me to go away and I will go.” She could feel him lean over her, his face just above her wet hair.
Slowly she raised her face.
He placed a hand at the edge of the tub, one arm on either side of her, bringing him dangerously close to her face. She watched the water bead on his skin, she felt a need to overwhelming, she didn’t want to deny this urge. She leaned forward and whispered, “Don’t go.” She touched her hands to his waist, tentative, as if it should burn, but his skin was cool under the slickness of the water. Cool and smooth to the touch.
She looked up at his face. It was lovely, and a bit uncertain, as if he didn’t know what to do next. She ran her tongue over his skin, a quick, caressing movement.
He sighed, eyes fluttering shut, body almost sagging. She pressed her mouth against his skin, drinking the water off of him. As she moved up she began to kneel in the water, hands steadying her against his slender waist.
The air was cool against her naked breasts. Kneeling had bared them. His fingertips brushed her shoulders, sliding down the wet skin. She shivered and looked up. The look on his face caught her breathe in her throat. Tenderness, need, amazement.
“You are beautiful.” He put his fingers to her lips before she could protest. “You are beautiful. On this I do not lie.”
His fingers moved across her lips, down her chin. He slid his hand to her shoulders, down her back, in slow, teasing lines. His hands stopped on either side of her waist mirror her hands.
“Now what?” her voice was breathless.
“Whatever you like.”
She massaged her hands against his waist, feeling the flesh underneath her hands. She spread her hands wide, spreading her fingers tense against his skin, dragging her hands up his ribs.
He kneaded his fingers into her waist, pressing his hands against her ribs. He inched along her sides. Strong fingers pressed into her skin just enough to make her sigh. He stopped with his thumbs below her breast. His touch was feather light, almost not touching at all. With one small brush of his skin against her breasts made her body react tightening, nipples hardening. Her body wanted him. Wanted him so badly that her skin felt large and aching with the thought of it.
Her hands were pressed against his chest. She realized that he was still mirroring her, waiting for her to move.
She stared up into his face. She searched that beauty, those blues eyes. There was no power in them, no power, except the thick black line of his lashes, and the rich color like the sky just before darkness swallows the world you think they where all blue but there were clouds of emeralds within those eyes.
She slid her hands up his chest, fingers brushing across his nipples. She stared at his face while she did it, heart pounding in her throat, breathing heavily.
His hands slid upward, cupping her breasts. The touch of his hands made her gasp. He scooted lower in the water, still touching her. He bent over her breasts and laid a gentle kiss on them. He licked the water off her skin, lips working gently.
She shuddered and had to steady herself on his bare shoulders. She caught sight of them in the mirrors. She watched his mouth close over her breast, felt him take her into his mouth as far as he could. Then he dropped at all fours in the water, tail seeming to float on the water, with him like that it made her taller, allowing her to look at his face.
There was an uncertainty in his face now. His eyes were still lovely, but there was knowledge behind them, a growing darkness. Sex, for want of a better word, but that look in a man’s eyes is too primitive for vocabulary. It’s the darkness we all have inside of us, peeking out. That part of us that we trap in our dreams and deny in daylight hours. He stayed crouched in the water with that untamed light in his eyes and she went to him.
She kissed him, light, a brush of lips. She flicked her tongue along his lips and he opened to her. She cupped his face between her hands and kissed him, tasted him, explored him.
He came up out of the water with a sound between a moan and a cry. His arms locked behind her back and he rolled them into the water like a shark. They came up gasping. He pushed away from her to lean against the far edge of the tub. She was breathing so hard she was trembling. Her pulse thudded at the back of her throat. He could taste it on her tongue, almost roll the beating pulse in her mouth like candy.
She could see the pulse in his neck like something alive and separate, she had never been aware of the blood coursing through her body. The pulsing warmth of her own skin. The thick pumping of her heart. She could almost feel his need for her. It wasn’t just sex it was as if he wanted all of her. He wanted to warm himself in her body, like holding hands to a flame, gathering her warmth, her life, to him. She felt his stillness, a depth of quiet that nothing living could touch, like a still pool of water hidden away in the dark. In one crystalline moment, she realized, that, for her this was part of the attraction: She wanted to plunge her hands into his stillness, into the quiet place. She wanted to embrace it, confront it, and conquer it. She wanted him up with burning wash of life, and she knew in that moment that she could do it.
He lowered leaning against the tub. “I am sorry I didn’t come her intending this.”
She felt his heartbeat going away from her, pulling away from her.
He stood, water dripping down his body. “I will go. I have no more will power tonight.”
She crawled through the water towards him and let the darkness fill her eyes. “Don’t go,” she said.
He watched her with a look of part amazement, part amusement, and part fear.
She knelt at his feet, running her hands up the soaked cloth of his pants. She dug her nails lightly into the cloth over his thighs and stared up at him. She couldn’t help but notice that he was stretched hard and under the tight cloth. She had a terrible urge to lay her check over his groin. She ran her hands lightly over him, barely touching. That small touch brought a soft groan for him.
He stared down at her like a drowning man.
“Please don’t go”
He nodded slowly. He tried twice before he found his voice. “As my lady wishes.
She laid her check across him, feeling him firm and large against her skin. She felt his whole body tense. She rubbed her face against him playfully like a fox would. A small sound escaped him, his tail stroked playfully at the other side of her face. She looked up. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back.
She grabbed the waistband of his pants and used it to pull herself to her feet. Water ran down her body, suds clung to her skin.
His hands unsnapped the pants carefully. He peeled the wet cloth away from his body. The pants ended up on the floor. He was suddenly nude.
He was like carved alabaster, muscular, every curve of his body pale and perfect. Telling him he was beautiful was redundant. Saying golly gee whiz seemed to uncool. Giggling was out. Her voice came small and strangled, hoarse with all the words she couldn’t find.. She did what she wanted to do since she first had him in the tub. She wrapped her fingers around him, squeezing gently. He closed his eyes shuddering, steadying his hands on her shoulders.
He pulled her against him suddenly, pressing their naked bodies together. The feel of him hard and firm against her stomach was almost overwhelming. She dug her fingers into his back to keep her suddenly weak knees from giving out,
She kissed his chest, then his shoulders, to his neck. She ran her tongue along his skin and tasted him, rolling in the scent of him, the feel of him in her mouth. They kissed a nearly innocent brush of lips. She locked her hands behind his neck, arching her body against his. He made a small sound low in his throat.
He slid down her body, arms behind her back, holding her against him as he left her arms and left her standing staring down at him.
He licked her stomach with quick, wet flicks of his tongue. His hands played along her buttocks, teasing. He licked back and forth where stomach ended and lower things began. His fingers slid between her legs.
She gasped, “What are you doing?”
He rolled his eyes upward, mouth till pressed low on her stomach. He raised his face just enough to speak. “You may have three guess,” he whispered. He put a hand on each on her thighs and spread her legs a little wider. His hands slid over her, exploring her.
Her mouth was suddenly dry. She licked her lips and said, “I don’t think my legs will hold.”
He ran his tongue down her hip. “When the time comes, I will hold you.” He kissed his way down her high. His finger slid inside her. Her breathe fell outward in a sigh.
He kissed the inside of her thighs, running his tongue, his lips along her skin. The feel of his fingers between her legs tightened her body, and she could feel the beginning of something large and overwhelming.
He stood, hand still between her legs. He bent and kissed her, long and slow. The movement of his hand matched his mouth, slow and lingering, teasing along her body. When his fingers plunged inside her, she cried out, shuddering against him.
She felt as if he left her standing in the water, along and shivering, but not from cold. She held him in her arms making sure he was still there. She felt him the velvet smoothness of him. The skin was so soft. He drew himself gently out of his hands with a shaky laugh.
He picked her up, hands on the backs of her thighs. He pressed himself her without entering, rubbing himself where his hands hand touched. She whispered, “Please.” He spread her legs and eased inside her.
When he was sheathed inside her, he looked at her. Emotions flowed over his face. Tenderness, triumph, need. He eased in and out, slowly, almost tentatively. She watched his face until the play of emotions was too much, too honest.
The movements of his hips were still slow, careful. It was amazing, but she wanted more. She brought her mouth up to his and smiled, “I won’t break.” She pressed her mouth to his hard.
He went to his knees in the water, pressing her against the side of the tub. His mouth feed hers as he plunged himself deep inside of her, hard and fast. She watched him in the mirrors, watched his body plunging inside her.
One of them was making a moaning sound and it was her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, his tail stoking her legs. The muscles in her lower abdomen convulsed, tightened.
She pressed her body against him as if she would climb through him, into him. She ran her hand through his hair and watched his face inches from her. Watched his face while his body pumped into her. The emotions were gone. His face was almost sick with need, his body tightening against her.
He slowed the rhythm of his body. She felt the effort strain through his arms and back. He slowed. Every time he thrusted into her, it was like she could feel it into the middle of her chest. As if he’d grown impossibly large within her. Her body spasmed around him, tightened like a hand. He cried out, and his body lost its rhythm. He plunged inside her faster, harder, as if he would meld their bodies together; weld them into one flesh, one body. A wave of pleasure burst over her in a skin tingling, body sweeping rush. It burst over her like a rush of cool flame, and still he was not done. Every thrust of his body reached inside her and caressed things that should never have been able to be touched. It was as if his body could reach the places his voice could touch, as if it were more than his body that plunged into her. The world became for a moment a shining whiteness, a melting thing. She dug her finger into his back. Noises fell from her mouth that were too primitive for screams.
She cuddled around him, letting him hold the full weight of her body. He climbed up the edge of the tub, lifting her out of the water. He crawled on all fours to the raised area around the tub with her hanging onto him. He lowered his body and she moved away from him. He slid out of her and was still hard and ready as when they had first started.
He slid his body across hers. He kissed her slowly. He lay beside her, then scooted until he was laying on his back and she was almost back in the tub. “I want to watch you. I want you above me.”
She straddled his waist and slid slowly over him. It was deeper from this angle, shaper somehow. His hands moved up her body, over her breasts. He lay back underneath her. His hair floated lightly in the water. It fanned out a bit, around his face in little waves. This is what she wanted. Seeing him like this. Feeling him inside her.
She began to ride his body. He tightened inside her and he gasped. She watched in the mirrors, watched her hips swaying above him.
She looked down again into his eyes. She felt his eyes, and they were suddenly drowning deep, and endless blue ocean that somehow managed to burn. She was aware of her body. She could feel him inside her. She could feel him like a brush of silk inside her mind.
An orgasm hit her unexpectedly, he cried out underneath her, and she realized she could still feel her body, fell her hands on his chest, feel her pelvis riding him. She opened her eyes and for a dizzying second she saw his eye explode in a moment of great pleasure
She collapsed on top of him, trailing her hands down his arms feeling his heart pound against her chest. They lay there a few moments, resting, holding each other, then she slid off of him curling beside him.
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