Because It's Love I Guess
We fell for one another over our shared love of bad horror movies, chocolate and long walks. It seemed like a great match, really, Ryan and I. We just clicked from the moment we laid our eyes on one another...and when we finally had the courage to touch...fingerpads...lips...paws...bodies...it just sent such a warm jitter through my body. I held him, and I could feel that he was reacting the same.
That night we were at his place, and we had sex for the first time on his couch. Ryan kissed down my body, touching, teasing my nipples, licking all over my thick shaft and my knot until he finally took me into his muzzle and I had to fight the urge to simply hump his face. My toes curled when I had an orgasm, and he swallowed every drop, too, and left a trace on my lips when we kissed and cuddled afterwards, a bit musky, a bit sweaty, but happy, with my paw playing around with his swollen canine shaft.
"What do you want to do now?" I asked him with a smirk. "A paw, a maw, a tail..."
I wagged my tail suggestively against his leg, and gave him my most mischievous smiles, to encourage him to make his pick.
I ended up getting a nice muzzleful, my paw cradling his balls to milk every last drop out of them while he shuddered and generally had a messy party in my maw.
It was great. We hugged each other, and we were happy, sated, and really felt like we'd finally found something special into our lives. We had companionship, we had fun, we had sex...and lots of it, even on that same night, two times, and we had quite the appetite to sate, indeed, now that we had free access to carnal pleasures.
It just came to a point when we were making out and I was rubbing his rump, and then I did slip my fingers into his crack and rubbed up and down...getting closer...and then he tensed. I gave him a look, just as our kiss stopped.
"You alright?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah," he said, looking at me, holding me...including the wrist of the paw that had been wandering close to his funny place, "just...not into that."
"Oh, alright," I said, with a small smile, and went onto rubbing his back, rather, and kissing him, and soon we were at it again, 69ing like mad dogs on the bed until both of us was happy.
It's not like it mattered that much. We had so much fun, a lot of it, and anyway, I was more of a bottom, so what I was really looking forward to was to raise my tail for him and feel that nice, thick shaft pounding inside me.
I was sprawled on the bed, looking all sexy and calling him over...and he was there...it got hot and heavy quickly...and the lube came out, slathered onto his dick...but when the condom came out...
"What're you doing?"
I looked up to him, poised above me as he was...
"Want to do it like this," I told him, panting softly, telling him I was ready for a good dicking.
He rolled off me.
"I'm sorry, I don't do it that way."
It degenerated to pawjobs that night, pretty quickly, after a brief discussion about how he just didn't like "any of that stuff". My knot remained hard and oddly feeling unsated after I popped a load over my belly. It felt funny in the shower afterwards, with the water running over my semi-hard flesh, with the knot still fully loaded.
Weird.