[ Oh, there have been so many times now that he very nearly let his desires take the lead and do what he has wanted to do for some time, namely touch and stroke her tail along with her ears. Perhaps others would be offended by such things, but her ears are rather soft, and he can only imagine what her tail must feel like.
It seems to him that she is only encouraging him to follow along with his desires, and the temptation to do so has risen higher than ever before.
Not trusting his voice to even speak audible words, he feels his eyes widen, pupils dilating with desire and an unbridled need to just be with her as one would be with his lady-wife. The way she smiles at him is stirring up feelings deep inside, and while this is not the first time he has felt such things, it is one of the few occasions he can recall that his feelings have threatened to run away from him.
And those feelings only grow in strength the moment she slides her sleeve down, baring her shoulder and the smooth skin there. His hands begin to shake, not from fear but from sheer desire and need.
With one step, he closes what little space remains between them and one hand goes to her other arm, sliding down the other sleeve, while his other hand moves to the bow above her tail. His fingers brush against the fabric there as if he is working up the nerve to reach for her tail that is so close now. ]
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It seems to him that she is only encouraging him to follow along with his desires, and the temptation to do so has risen higher than ever before.
Not trusting his voice to even speak audible words, he feels his eyes widen, pupils dilating with desire and an unbridled need to just be with her as one would be with his lady-wife. The way she smiles at him is stirring up feelings deep inside, and while this is not the first time he has felt such things, it is one of the few occasions he can recall that his feelings have threatened to run away from him.
And those feelings only grow in strength the moment she slides her sleeve down, baring her shoulder and the smooth skin there. His hands begin to shake, not from fear but from sheer desire and need.
With one step, he closes what little space remains between them and one hand goes to her other arm, sliding down the other sleeve, while his other hand moves to the bow above her tail. His fingers brush against the fabric there as if he is working up the nerve to reach for her tail that is so close now. ]