The fur did rather snap her out of her pleasantly aroused state, and she tensed again, but of course it was far too late to try to stop him now.  The next thing she knew, he was inside her, thrusting slowly, even tenderly.<br/><br/>She had to close her eyes again; she just couldn't look at that furry face.  Bad enough his long tongue was tracing over her face... still, she had to admit he was good at this, apparently actually caring whether or not she enjoyed herself.  And she was enjoying herself, sort of, at least as long as she could avoid thinking about the details.  She thought of Nick, imagined what it would be like to sleep with him, and suddenly she was responding a little more than she really felt comfortable with, her body rising to meet him as she gasped harder.