She keeps her hand on your cock.

Lex kisses you again, slipping her left hand around the back of your neck while her right hand remains firmly but gently around your shaft. Her fingers tease you as she nibbles your lips. She breathes into your ear as her thumb brushes over the head of your cock.

"You're driving me crazy," you whisper.

"That's the idea."

She rubs your cock against her furry stomach again, drawing a quiet moan out of you. "You like that," she says.

"Mmmmm."

She keeps it up. Her fingers slides up and down your shaft while she strokes the head of your cock against her fur. She presses close to you, and you can hear the arousal in her breath. She holds you tight when you shift against her, keeping her pace steady.

When you groan and waver, she smiles into your eyes. "Don't fall over."

A squeeze of her hand prevents you from replying with anything coherent. You cling to her waist, shoving your hips at her, pressing yourself into her fur. She answers you by stroking you with more urgency and giving your neck a playful bite. The shock of sensation from her sharp teeth takes your breath away, and you nearly come right then.

Her strokes become rapid, and you're **** for her. You want to lift her by the hips and slide yourself deep into her. You want to hear her moaning with the same pleasure she's giving you. But you're helpless in her embrace, and you can't do anything but clutch at her body and groan into her hair.

"Come on," she breathes. "Give it to me. Give it to me..."

It's enough to push you over. You shout and thrust and come against her stomach, spurting into her fur as her fist holds you tightly. She sighs happily as your cock throbs and you gasp for breath. When your grip on her relaxes, she starts squeezing you again, making you cry out and drawing out your orgasm. She coaxes every last drop out of you, leaving you quivering and weak in her grasp.

She kisses you once more, then glances down between you. "We may be stuck together."

You can feel what she means. Her hand and your cock are stick all over, and so is your stomach and her fur. "I wasn't planning on leaving you," you tell her.

"That's sweet. But you need to lie down before you fall down." She peers into your eyes. "And, then, I think..."