Lion Head Mesa goddess-born [m]

he followed—she heard him. half an answer to her first question, but she wanted it in its entirety. him in his entirety. Toula turned to look at him, the waters moving in rippling waves around her. one paw lifted to touch her own chin as she asked playfully, here? or… she lowered it then, tracing the bosom she so often invited him to nestle within when they rested—or did things such as this! or perhaps here?
lower still it drifted, lingering for a moment upon the curvature of her belly. her breath quickened slightly, but she paused. show me upon yourself exactly where, my love, breathy words came as her lashes fluttered while she observed him there, the picture of perfection. she could not have enough of him—she never, ever would.