Furry Herm

Slowly his paws worked her shirt off and over her head, where it joined his shirt on the floor. Charlie let out a soft moan as he bent his head and trailed slow kisses down her jaw and neckline to the soft rise of her breasts. Her heart nearly skipped a beat as he ignored her breasts and worked his way back up toward her mouth. Charlie felt like she was on fire, each time he planted a kiss on her, she felt a soft warm tug in the center of her body. She wrapped her arms around him as his lips found hers. Tonight she didn’t fight him; she freely let him have control of her mouth. Holloman was an expert kisser, his hands cupped the small of her back and held her firm against his body while his tongue deftly stroked in and out of her mouth. She softly whimpered as his mouth left hers only to nibble at her bottom lip. With gentle paws Charlie began to explore the hard lines of Tim’s body. His body was hard muscle surrounded in warm fur and as her hands began to roam across his back he pulled away from her. “Tomorrow night, don’t be late,” he panted softly as he bent to pick up his shirt and hers. Charlie felt cheated, but at the same time she was incredibly mad at herself for letting him do that to her. Her traitorous body burned for him to continue as she snatched her shirt back and gathered her things together. …to be continued!