"Do you like this?"

She glances briefly over her furry shoulder with a laugh. "Can't you tell?"

"I just want to make sure this is how you like to be touched."

"If you do something wrong, I'll tell you." She gives your hand a nudge with her hips. "Don't stop now."

With that settled, you ease your first two fingers into her cunt. She presses back against you, groaning, urging you to go deep. After she's taken the length of your fingers, you draw them slowly out again, and she exhales, her head and antlers sagging.

You give her a few more long strokes, thrilling each time to the way she arches and tenses, like a bow being drawn. She's panting when you finally slip your fingers out of her, and she cries out when you find her clit again.

She can't hold still as you softly stroke her. Her thighs flex, her shoulders fall, her antlers toss. The sight and feel of her hips shifting eagerly in your hands is so arousing that you're tempted to slip your tall cock into her, but the way she responds to your touch is something you could watch forever.

Something in her voice becomes urgent. Her lazy moans become sharp little pleading cries. Her grip on the bed post slips until her shoulders are level with her ass. She spreads her feet further apart, presses her hips back harder. You're not sure whether you're stroking her clit or whether she's fucking your hand.

You feel her start to quiver, and you brace her hips with your other hand. She cries out again and again and then almost screams, her knees sagging, nearly collapsing under the **** of her orgasm. Your grip keeps her from falling over, and after that moment of weakness, she rocks her hips against your hand while she gasps and shakes. You give her what she needs, caressing her, smooth and steady, your hand wet to the wrist. She moans in gratitude and twitches against you until she's finally spent, hanging exhausted from the bed post.

She peers over her shoulder again, eyes unfocused. "We're going to bed now," she says, "and when we get there..."