When he picked up the pace she could feel the change happen in both her body, the building tension that was growing inside of her belly.   It felt as if a rubber band was being twisted and twisted till it was tightly coiled.    She could feel the tension in his hands as he gripped her, the thickness of him as he continued to stretch her to what she figured was her limit.   It was hard to focus on any one feeling what with his fur rubbing all over her, his cock moving inside of her and brushing against her clit with each thrust up when she was lowered.  His hands and the threat of his claws as he gripped her  hips, down to his mouth which was trying to devour her, she was sure of that.   She fed him another groan, head tilting into his lips now as she kissed him back, or tried to tentatively.   Her tongue shy and elusive, touched cautiously, afraid,  but wanting to be touched.<br/><br/>How could such a thing make her feel so good?   She'd never felt anything remotely close to the pleasure she was feeling now.   Her pleasure had been minimal looking back at it, and her brain was so overwhelmed that she didn't even realize she was dancing on the edge of orgasm till it swept over her.   He might have felt her thighs tighten and start to shake, but with her focus on his mouth she didn't realize it till the sensation of release burst inside of her.  It was as if that rubber band had finally snapped.   Toes curled as her fingers sank into the muscles of his shoulders, lips breaking from his as she cried out loudly.   Head tipped back as her throat flexed and her pleasure filled both their ears.    The muscles inside of her body, clamped, suckled and milked at him, her clit throbbing in time with each wave of pleasure.