Blacktail Deer Plateau you tell me whats next

Some senseless sound escaped him in response - it was amazing how quickly his mind degenerated in the face of his instincts. It occured to him to ask if she'd done this before, and then he wondered if he ought to make some witty response to impress her the way she always impressed him, but neither of those things ended up happening. The male made short work of shifting himself up her body and mounting her completely, his hips working against hers to relieve some of the restless energy that'd already built.

"Cat - " he said close to her ear, hitching himself a little higher and finally finding the right angle. Maybe he meant to say more, but at that moment, their bodies joined, and whatever he might've said was quickly swept away in his passion.

The skin at the back of her neck soon found its way between his jaws, and the skin at the hollow of her hips was warm against the pads of his toes. When his nose was buried this deep in her fur, he thought he could still smell something of the ocean, briney and cold. It was not the scent of heat, which made this a new experience for the aging male. his thrusts were slower than they might otherwise have been, and his mind clearer. Again, he thought to say something to her - that she was good and sweet, or that he loved her. But only a fond murmur passed his lips, and then he shifted again and found a position that swept all thoughts away once more.