Ravensblood Forest Trees of Crimson

She half expected him to push her a little more, but he easily accepted her answer, even giving her more affection. It eased her nerves some, so that when he offered for her to take control of things and settled down beside her, she was feeling less overwhelmed. Enough that she gave him an impish smile, her gaze holding his for a few silent moments before she scooted closer and nuzzled her nose through the fur of his neck. His fur was soft and each movement through it stirred up his scent so that she breathed it in with every inhale. 

She moved her muzzle up to the place where his neck curved into his jaw and offered a nibble there. Then she soothed the spot with a few swipes of her tongue. She snuck glimpses of his face as she continued the pattern up his jaw and then back down his neck, gauging his reaction; she was curious to know if she had as much of an effect on him as he had on her. She also was just genuinely interested in if he liked what she was doing.