Oral Fixation
"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
David averted his eyes immediately from the slender, white-furred feline in his kitchen, seeing she was dressed in nothing but a long t-shirt that stopped just short of mid-thigh.
"It's okay," Kimberly responded, her tail twitching with amusement as she turned to face him, taking a sip from the glass of water she had just poured for herself. Her blue eyes roamed over the red fox, admiring his lithe form. "You didn't."
Kimberly and David had met online through a video game, a chance encounter bringing them together. They had clicked immediately, and began playing with one another more and more frequently, eventually getting away from the need to find random teammates altogether. Sure, they had a clique, a group of friends that ebbed and flowed as the content of the game did, but they had meshed in a way that had surprised them both. David often found himself not bothering to get online if he didn't see her, and over time Kimberly even found that she often didn't want to play, just hearing the comfort of his voice was enough. They laughed together, joked with one another, and told each other about some of their deepest secrets. David consoled her after a rough breakup, and found himself coming to her when he lost a beloved aunt. After about a year and a half of playing together David had grown bold, and invited her to come visit him in the city, knowing she was from a small town in the northern part of the country. She had hesitated at first, and he put the idea out of his mind. And yet he could still hear the excitement in her voice, still feel the shock and elation in his core when she told him she had bought a plane ticket.
David quickly began planning, what he was going to say to her, where he was going to take her, and that's when it hit him: he had no idea what this girl looked like. He had never expected to actually meet her, never expected her to actually accept his offer. It was then that he realized he had built her up in his mind as a fox, just like him, a tall red and white vixen with a thick, bushy tail. Imagine his surprise when the small, all white feline approached him, long dark curls cascading down her back contrasting sharply with her fur, the widest grin on her face and pure joy reflected back at him in her bright green eyes. He stood clutching the sign he had made so she could find him, at a loss for words. She was the most exquisite creature he had ever laid eyes on. She was so far out of his league it was incredible. She took the sign from him, her mouth moving but as far as he could tell she wasn't speaking. In that moment, laughing and gesturing to the sign now in her paws, her green eyes flickering between him, it, and supposedly the largest airport she had ever been in, he knew he was in love with her. He had fallen for her long ago, but could never admit it to himself. And now she was standing in front of him, and he knew he would never have her.
So he set out to be the perfect friend. He would be nothing but gentlemanly to her. And to his surprise, it was just like he was online. The only difference was she was here, she was tangible, and she filled his vision, his whole world with her light. He took her to dinner every night, showed her what it was like to live in the city. They went different places every day, and he showed her some of his favorite haunts in the town he grew up in. She responded to everything with her warm enthusiasm, and he found himself dreading the day when he would take her to the airport and she would take off out of his life.
Of course, all too soon, they were on the edge of that day. He had tossed and turned all night, trying to come up with anything, _anything _he could say to get her to stay, to change her mind, to not go back. But she had a life she had to return to. He knew that. Still, unable to sleep, the fox had slipped out of bed and wandered down the stairs, and here they stood. Their last night together, in a sense. He had made up his guest bedroom for her, and had not once tried to bed her, not even tried to steal a kiss. The perfect friend.
He cleared his throat and looked up at her once more, his eyes taking in her features as though he was seeing her for the first time once more. Or maybe the last. It likely would be. He reached up and ran a paw through his dark hair, his ears twitching and tail swishing nervously. A frown darkened Kimberly's features, and he watched as she set the glass down and moved toward him, brushing a stray dark curl away from her face. She moved towards him, wrapping her arms around him. David felt his breath catch in his throat as she pressed herself against him, looking up at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, concern filling her voice. "You're being awfully quiet. Scary quiet."
David exhaled slowly. "It's nothing. It's just..." He bit his lip, unsure of how to continue. There's no way he could tell her how he felt about her. He was tall for a fox, maybe too tall, towering over the feline girl. He had always been lanky and awkward, and there were better examples of men than he, feline, canine, whatever.
Frowning, Kimberly stepped out of his grasp, out of his reach and turned away from him. David let out a sigh, unable to help but let his gaze roam over her slender form as she walked over and put both hands on the countertop. "I'm going to miss you a lot you know. You've been so good to me. I'm so happy I met you, you're my best friend, you know that? This past week has been incredible. Thank you for allowing me to visit you. I'll have to return the favor someday."
Friend. There it was. Still though, David found himself blushing under her praise, grateful she wasn't facing him. "You don't have to thank me for anything Kimberly. You've been just as good a friend, if not better to me, all this time. Please don't think you owe me a thing."
She sighed, turning to face him with a surprising boldness in her eyes. "It's not what I think I owe you. It's what I want to do to you."
David felt the color drain from his face. Had he heard her correctly? He couldn't have. While he was struggling for words, the cat moved closer to him once more, her gaze never straying from his. Those green eyes were steady, patient, waiting. "You're my best friend David. Even before you invited me I couldn't stop thinking about you. You were in my head all day and I dreamt of you at night. I only hesitated when you invited me over because I never would have dared believe that you could even possibly have felt the same. I didn't know what you looked like but I felt like I knew you." Blushing, she looked away briefly, swallowing hard before continuing. "I know it's a lot to take in, and I'm sorry if this makes things weird between us. I just needed you to know, before I left tomorrow, how badly I want you."
David stood very still as he looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her features, and his voice was low and husky when he spoke. "Tell me you mean it." He wrapped his arms around her, his paws resting on her hips. He pressed his lips softly against her forehead, her fur warm under his lips as he closed his eyes. "I need to know I'm not dreaming right now."
Kimberly reached up, cupping his muzzle in her paw as she pushed herself up on her tiptoes, her other paw reaching around his neck and bring him down to her so she could kiss him. Her mouth was dry and soft, lax at first but began moving with a surprising fervor and heat under his. It had been so long since anyone had kissed him like this, and it awakened an ancient dormant lust within him. HIs paw threaded up into her thick dark hair, pulling the snow white cat close to him so he could fully claim her mouth, and when her tongue brushed his it left a curling heat in the pit of his belly. Reluctantly he pulled away, his forehead still pressed to hers, breathless from the heat of their kiss. "That was so much better than I thought it would be."
Kimberly laughed softly, nipping at his bottom lip gently before kissing him fervently once more. But after a moment she tensed up and jerked back away from him, shaking her head and turning away. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have - "
"No. That's not how this works." Feeling brazon from her affection he moved towards her, pressing her against the counter and pinning her there with his body. He heard a low moan escape her throat as he pressed his hips against the curve of her back, feeling a familiar tightening in his boxers. Her body felt made for his, even if he was so much taller than her. He reached up, moving her hair away from her neck and leaning forward to kiss her neck, and she tilted her head to allow him better access, moaning affably. He reached around her, one paw straying up to cup one of her firm breasts, the other pulling her hips back against him. She writhed seductively under his touch, the friction being almost too much to bear on his now hard cock. She was like heaven under his curious paws, all warm rolling muscle, her heartbeat strong and frantic.
"You're so good at that," she laughed softly.
"It's easy to get carried away with you," he responded, moving back a little so she could turn and face him. She did so, reaching up to kiss him once more before taking his paw in hers and pulling him after her. He followed her in a daze as she led him back to his guest room, the room he had given to her for her stay and that she had managed to somehow make her own. Once in the room she backed him up against the bed, and pressed both paws against his chest, forcing him to sit before he could reach for her. She quickly straddled him, taking his face in her paws.
"I want to give you something David," she breathed, a lusty promise in her voice. He found he couldn't respond, the feeling of her bare thighs were warm around his hips, and it was all he could do to bite back a moan as she pressed her hips against his cock, still trapped in his boxers. He reached up, sliding his paws up her thighs as she leaned forward and latched onto his throat with her mouth. He ran his paws up the shirt she wore, moaning slightly as she bucked her hips into his. He pulled back from her, trying to take her face in his paws and she caught his wrist, taking one his fingers into her mouth. She sucked briefly on it, and he could feel his cock jump in the confines of his shorts.
"Kimberly..." he began, but once more she was kissing his neck, kissing her way down his chest. He remained as still as he could once she wriggled down between his legs, pressing a paw against him and rubbing him through the boxers, barely able to contain his aching foxcock.
Kimberly could hear him suck in a deep breath as she freed his aching erection from his boxers, her hands on him bordering on worship. Her eyes widened as the heavy weight of him fell into her paws, and, glancing up to catch his expression, thought she would dream of this moment for years to come as she leaned forward, taking him into her mouth. Imagining how it would feel to stretch around him was making her feel weak. She ran the flat of her tongue up his rigid shaft, savoring the sighs it coaxed out of him. He was big, surprisingly big, too big for her to take all the way, but she worked her tongue against him, using her paws where she couldn't use her mouth.
David groaned loudly, one paw reaching up to grip his own hair by the roots before he reached down and entwined it in hers. He was losing his self control under her ministrations, his eyes locked onto her mouth as it closed around him, watching it slide down his cock until it hit the back of her throat. He rolled his eyes back in his head when she let out a gentle moan, unable to believe the rough, masculine sounds he was making.
She gripped the last stretch of his cock with her paws, and they moved, slick with saliva, in time with her working throat and mouth, layer upon layer of tight silky heat. She could feel him quivering beneath her, smiling internally at the muttered curse she drew from him. She thought she had never heard him swear before. His hips jerked up in time to meet her mouth, and she swallowed briefly, her throat constricting around his intruding member.
He let out a loud, agonized moan as he felt her throat tighten around his cock, involuntarily bucking her hips up against her. "Fuck Kimberly that's so good..." He didn't know what he'd done to deserve this, but whatever it was he'd do it a thousand times over again for the mind shattering pleasure of her mouth closing around his foxhood. He gripped her hair with shaky paws, and looked down in time to see her eyelashes flutter appreciatively up at him as she took him particularly deep once more. The vice-like grip of her throat sent waves of rapture through his nerves. There was nothing but satisfaction in the feline's green eyes, and he knew that he would worship the ground she walked on until the day he died and he could do nothing but look forward to it.
One of her slender paws strayed down to cradle the weight of his balls, a sweet torturous pressure that was brought on the beginning of his orgasm quick. He remembered then that she would be gone soon, and he looked down at her, gasping for breath. "You're gonna make me come, Kimberly..." he managed to get out, trying desperately to ward off his impending release but she was good, far far too good, and he honestly couldn't believe he had managed to last this long.
She glanced up at him when he spoke, and then began bobbing her maw with more purpose, as if he were physically capable of doing anything more than whimpering and jerking beneath her skilled mouth and paws as she guided him determinedly toward release. He tightened his fingers in her hair, trying to imprint the sight of her into his brain, on her knees with his cock in her mouth. If there was any good left at all in this world he would be able to see her again, he'd get the chance to repay her this pleasure, and imagining her pale, white-furred thighs clenching around his muzzle as he brought her to orgasm with his mouth sent him over the edge. He came undone with a loud cry that bounced sharply off the walls.
Kimberly swallowed the jets of warmth that hit the back of her throat, watching in fascination as his orgasm rippled over his face. The fox was handsome, although she knew he didn't believe it. When his breathing finally slowed and he fell back against the bed, she wiped her mouth off on the back of her sleeve and climbed to her feet. She pulled the lone garment she wore up and over her head and crawled into the bed beside him, one paw roaming over his chest. She felt him snake a paw around her and she looked up at him appreciatively, kissing the underside of his muzzle softly.
"I love you David."
Those words were music to his ears.