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Skyler

Charlie's sweaty, dampened fur encased me like a thick, winter coat as his overheated body spooned me from behind in the bed. His hot breath on the back of my neck, paired with our intertwined limbs producing a sweltering warmth under the heavy blankets, almost caused me to have a heat stroke.

We were both out of breath, exhausted, our muscles and bones aching with the aftermath of insurmountable pleasure. The air felt thick and moist; evaporated particles of our manufactured lust floating through the atmosphere like a clogging mist. 

Charlie's paws traced delicately around my stomach as he pressed his forehead against the side of my head. His legs brushed up against mine, the fur and skin between our thighs, ankles, and interlocking arms stuck together as if we were both slathered in glue. 

I closed my eyes and allowed myself to finally catch my breath. My tensed-up nervous system began to unwind as my body melted into Charlie's embrace, a bead of sweat dripping down my forehead. I felt like a steaming radiator, and Charlie's hold over me, plus the blankets, did nothing to sequester the heat.

I could hear his intense breathing, along with the feeling of his chest rising and falling slowly against my back. I could almost feel his lungs expanding and shrinking beneath the layers of his fur and skin. 

With a slobbery and unkempt muzzle, he layered down a few sloppy kisses on my neck, not much precision and care going into them. He was too worked out to be intricately affectionate. He just wanted to kiss me however he pleased. And I wasn't complaining.

"...You did it," he exhaled heavily into my ear; a failed attempt at a whisper and more of a gush of hot air, billowing out of his mouth. "You did it, Sky..."

Touching my tongue to the roof of my mouth, brushing it across the top layer of my teeth, I released a deep and relieving sigh. I did it.

My head sunk further into the pillow that cradled my head, which carried a minor puddle of sweat, my body going numb from all the wasted stamina. I wanted to say something, but I just didn't have it in me. All that came out was a suppressed whimper.

My whole body was in pain.

But, dear God, it was so worth it.

My left paw inched its way over to Charlie's with feeble strength, which was fastened securely around my stomach. I brushed my thumb gently against his hand, my disabled way of communicating.

Charlie chuckled softly, turning his hand around so I could hold it the right way. Our fingers interlocked lethargically, our physical symbol of love. Charlie exhaled through his nostrils, burying his snout into the fur on the back of my head. He breathed in and out, inhaling my scent and kissing my head at a sluggish pace.

My mind raced over everything that had happened in the last fifteen minutes. Every little detail.

The way he made me feel so comfortable in giving my body away to him. The way he treated me with such gentle care and affection. The way he entered me so tenderly and considerately. 

The only times I've ever been touched like that was when I was forced into intercourse against my own will. I always saw sex as a prison, where I'd be mistreated and demeaned, held down and restricted. But, With Charlie, I was treated as a real, living, breathing person with emotions and complications and preferences. I felt safe and in good hands. He was the only person I trusted to take away my virginity, and he did with such a kindred sweetness to it. Charlie Cooperton has always been a sweetheart, even when things got hot and heavy. He handled me with love, and that was all I really wanted in my first time.