Grouse Thicket drinking at a playground, tequila for one

The distraction worked.  She was able to (lose) focus by parting his furs and listening to the sounds loosed from his lips.  The more sounds he made the more she felt powerful; to have such a fine and handsome young man melt beneath her was something she did not know she had desired until now.

He moved slowly and touched her again, and she couldn't help the way she was lit aflame by it.  He surprised her again by making a move, first with a kiss and then by teasing the paper thin edge of her ear.  

The fur along her spine rippled to life, the canine version of goosebumps.  She emit a pitched whine, then a breathy moan.  She leaned against the mushroom-dealing boy and watched as her flametouched pelt encompassed the darkness of his.  They were beautiful, intermingled like this, and she wished that she could stop time altogether and stay here where she felt mystical and prized.

She turned her head and found the bulb of his ear with her teeth, then traced her nose down the side of his neck. She knew that soon would come the part where he teased her and fed her flame, only to walk off and leave her wanting... but until then, she would devour whatever she could.