Larksong Grotto Lululemon [M]

She could only gasp and breath in sporadic, heavy breathes. Her name was called sweetly behind her, but she could not form her own words. Even if she could they would not be necessary, she would ask if he was OK, and if he was uncomfortable, and how long they would have to stay there-- not that she truthfully minded being here for so long. She might ask what was happening, and why it helped her illness. If other wolves could do this, or if only he could as Cardinal. Why had she never seen this before? Was this common? She did not understand, but her mind swam with questions. 

He moved faster, harder, her rump pressed against his hips so tightly she felt they may never part. Would they part? How long did this last? Had she asked him that? She did not know. Her lips parted in a final gasp for air, as a new wave of sensations shook through her entire body. For a moment, she was as hot as she was this morning-- but it felt different. She could not explain it. She merely stood, his body still connected with hers, choking on sensation after sensation, confused to every extent.