Gilded Bay One too many

All girls wanted to think they belinged to someone, didn't they? He was a bit put off by being hers, especially if she called him honeybee or sugarbee or whatever it was, and the little voice spoke up again. What if she stalked him? How could he get rid of her? But he shut that voice up. He'd just have to hurt her feelings, that was all, and he could do that well enough. 

She moved beneath him in a provocative way so he swung his hindquarters around to put himself in line and moaned as she moved against him. His moan turned into a dark laugh, though, and he leaned forward to tease the fur behind one of her ears with his breath. "Take it, chipmunk," he said, unknowingly giving her the nickname that was actually her name, and brought his hips flush with hers, though in his inexperience, his current movements were little other than thrusting movements without being able to hit his mark.