"Oh, right, a big dog," she said, pretending it was the same thing when she knew good and well it wasn't. "So that wasn't a sweet little fiction you spun for Fenris. I had always wondered." She hadn't. It had been in one ear and out the other, although it must have stuck somewhere, because now she vaguely recalled part of that conversation. "Did you ever show it to him?" Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively.

"Didn't hurt at all?" She bit down in a hard, fast nip and scraped back. Bruise two. Yes, she was keeping score.

She lifted enough to let him take the pants down and made a show of looking while he did it. Very nice. She'd save the praise for later. It wouldn't do to give him too big a head about everything at once, would it? She slid backward and down him, keeping her breasts pressed close so he'd feel everything. She squeezed her arms in tighter to squeeze them together over his cock but didn't linger there.

She wanted him fully stripped. Grabbing the pants and smalls, she yanked them off the rest of the way and knelt up to take the advantage of high ground. "How about that flexibility test?" she asked. The light in her eyes was dangerous.