Caress Me Down Alt

"I Used to Hate Spring" by Kulkum

“I used to hate Spring, you know,” she murmured, her voice muffled by the pillow as she arched her back. The slow strokes of the brush sent little tingles through her in ways that it never had before, something that she completely blamed on the fox holding the brush. She could blame a lot on him, including the fact that the tingles were arcing straight down between her legs. “At least the first few days. Brushing yourself is a pain in the ass and it’s itchy.”

“It is my pleasure to brush away the itch,” he said, and she could almost hear the grin in his voice as he spoke. The strokes of the brush didn’t slow, however. “But you’re distracting me.”

“Distracting you?” She had no idea what he was talking about, the satisfied little sigh that escaped her mixing with a moan of pure bliss when the pleasantly rough teeth of the comb slid over the skin under the fur. “How could I possibly be distracting you?”

“Well,” he began, then paused for a long moment as he slid one paw down the length of her spine to smooth her quickly shedding winter coat. He stopped just short of her panty line, though when the brush returned to her shoulders and his muzzled pressed to the base of her ear. “You’re sticking your butt in the air.”

She opened her eyes long enough to blink, almost looking back and feeling slightly silly for doing so. It had happened without her knowing, but he was right. Her ass was up, her knees tucked under her.

And his paw, until that moment perfectly innocent, slid under the line of her panties to cup the heat of her crotch. A heat she hadn’t even been fully aware was forming. She knew now, as one large finger teased over the folds.

“You see what you do to me, Mr. Wilde,” she said, sighing in two forms of pleasure now as he managed to continue brushing her while also dipping his finger deeper into the heat of her folds. “My body doesn’t even need me to be aware to let you know I want you.”

“And I plan to give your body exactly what it wants, Carrots,” he laughed softly, making her gasp when his finger slid into her fully. Now she was completely aware of the rise of her hips, and the rocking that soon followed.

“Ah, well,” she panted, her teeth tugging on the pillow for a moment before she huffed out. “No reason to hate Spring now.”