His Lover

And what exactly do you tell the guy who has just asked you that annoying burning question: Are you sure? What am I supposed to say to that? I want him, that's obvious enough, but there must be fear in my eyes or he wouldn't have asked at all. He'd have just done it. Kieran's outline is familiar above me, his long hair plaited back, long loose strands still falling around us, like spider silk on my hot skin. His touch is cool, he is dark against my skin, his soft black fur velvet. His breathing is slow and heavy, mine is quick and gasping and rough. My heart is hammering in my chest and I'm nervous. He's knows it's my first time.

Blue eyes are intense with lust as he leans in, his short rounded muzzle nuzzling against my neck and his tongue paints the hollow above my collarbone. He kisses a path up my neck and whispers in my ear, his voice as soft as the falls of his padded feet when he walks.

"Are you sure?" Everything he doesn't say is obvious, the inference that if I want to stop h