Whitebark Stream I put off saying I love you, oh, oh

then take me; comes her murmured declaration into his shoulder. inviting and welcoming and commanding ...and what was salvatore besides an obedient soldier?

salvatore doesn't speak again — there is no need for words now — as he moves then; hating to break the contact of their bodies even though it is to circle her and place small love-bites down the elegant flow of her body. he soothes each nip with a draw of his tongue against her ebony fur in tiny kisses. he draws up behind her as he's finished following the mapping of her body; black, leathery nostrils flaring as he draws in her intoxicating scent, strongest at it's source.

it is here he lingers, waiting for her to give him the final go-ahead. when her tail moves for him, he would rise upon his hind legs and embrace her in full, reveling in the way her hips fit flush against his own.