"I want you now," Raxta admitted breathlessly as she stretched out next to him on the furs, curling against his body and letting her tail caress along his legs. She arched against him, one arm and a leg draped over him, and nibbled greedily at his neck, his ear. Gods, how she wanted him, with a restless sort of yearning that burned between her legs and made her toes curl.
She had been curious about this for as long as it had been since she had come of age, and had looked forward to it, for it wasn't like she had never heard others sharing their passion around the year (for many of her kind took lovers of the same gender, and even Bonded to them)--or even seen it. She had almost experienced it, too, with her best friend, who she cared for dearly and did find painfully attractive--but hadn't been able to go through with it, because she'd known the girl since they were both cubs and had gotten a little performance anxiety. Like she wanted it to be good, like she wanted to have some practice first so it was good. And so she had waited, deciding she wanted to learn from a stranger. That seemed less awkward.
Strange how that worked, yet it felt like there was less pressure involved since she didn't know Herrick.
With a low purr, she slid her leg along his, hand sliding under his shirt to glide along his skin. "But...but we can't mate yet," she said with a frustrated sigh.
