Meadowlark Prairie Retreat into your mind

Asterr doesn't move away from his touches. She molds in to him, as if she were made to fit beneath his large frame, and he softly licks at the back of her head and ears. The sound she makes is all he needs to move forward, hunting his back a little more for a better angle and ruts his hips a few times until he finds his mark. A low rumble vibrates in his chest with a surge forward, warmth surrounding him that encourages his speed. A few more licks turns into nips and eventually, to keep himself steady, his teeth locks onto her scruff. While it isn't his intention to bear down, his teeth grinds a little more than they should with each thrust of his hips as he claims his prize.