Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

Elwood took a moment to try to catch his breath, feeling Finley's heartbeat thrumming from within her chest as he pressed against her. He would have been content to remain in that very position --affectionately entwined with her -- but her whispered words reached his ears and brought them to attention. Slowly, he withdrew his head, leaning back just enough to look at her with an expression of feigned incredulity.

"Do you, now?" he purled, his voice low and thick. Her simple request was enough to boil his blood once more, and it was with more gusto and force that he turned and began to snap at her stomach and flank with his teeth. He followed the feminine curve of her belly, making his way back towards her hindquarters before stepping away and putting some distance between them.

The air seemed cold without her heat right next to him, but he took a few long strides before looking back over his shoulder at her. "Let's have a change of scenery," he suggested, and then began to descend the slope, intending to build the anticipation before they coupled once more.