"Let's get in bed and play with each other."

Both of you slide into her big, comfortable, canopied, four-poster, silk-sheeted bed. You entwine, kissing, pressing your bodies close. Your hands run over the smooth fur on Lex's breasts, her back, her hips, her thighs. She repays your caresses, and it feels as if her fingers leave trails of fire on your skin.

When your hand drifts between her legs and your fingers find her wetness there, she breaks from your kiss to gasp. She lies back, looking up at you, spreading her thighs so you can touch her freely. When you brush her clit, she rewards you with an enthusiastic moan, and then a smile. "That is exactly what I need," she sighs.

As you touch her, lying on your side, her own hand finds its way down your abdomen. You prop up one knee and her fingers wander through the fuzz of your crotch, making your skin tingle from head to toe. When her fingers finally find what they're looking for, you tell her so with a little growl of delight.

You touch one another, gently, patiently. You both become breathless. You shift on the bed together, press your bodies together. Her head falls back on her pillow, antlers grazing the bedsheets. You watch how her chest rises, how her nipples stand up, how her hips roll under your hand. You match her pace, and she matches yours.

Her hand between your legs starts to tremble as she groans. She closes her eyes and spreads her thighs wider, her hips rocking. You see what's happening to her and you quicken your rhythm just a little, encouraging her. You can feel her growing desperation through the haste of her fingers on your pussy, and her heat magnifies your own. You both moan together as her muscles tense, her back arches, and her feet dig into the mattress. Her rising excitement becomes your whole world, and you can almost hear it, like a high, pure tone you're both vibrating to.

Then she jerks and her eyes fly open with astonishment. When she shudders again she shouts for all she's worth, her hips surging from the bed. Her fingers leave your pussy then, and you can't blame her, as she shivers and cries out and squeezes your hand between her powerful thighs.

Her orgasm tosses and shakes her until she finally draws a long, deep breath. She blinks and looks up at you, with both wonder and affection. She slips her fingers between your soaking wet thighs, smiling when your breath catches.

Soon, it's you flat on your back, knees spread wide, and Lex lying on her side next to you, fingers strumming your clit. You grip a fistful of bedsheets and groan as pleasure rolls through you, making your muscles twitch and your toes curl. "Yes," you whisper, "don't stop, please, please, don't ever stop..."

Then you know your moment has come. You grab her strong thigh and throw your head back. "Oh oh oh oh OH..."

Your climax is a flash of uncontrollable joy, forcing you to gasp and shudder. Your hips leap from the bed as starbursts of delight shock and thrill you. Every wiggle of Lex's finger gives you another surge of frantic ecstasy. You toss and kick and Lex strokes you, drawing out your pleasure, eventually easing you down into a limp, panting, sweating aftermath.

You swallow and look up into her wide dark eyes, and you see her smile. "We should do that again," she says.

"Absolutely." You brush hair out of your face, and a thought strikes you. "Or maybe..."