“I’ve got coffee, food. I gasped and opened my eyes. He was still pushing, entered me slowly. The werewolf just stood there, head thrown back and I could have sworn, that he was laughing. He came closer, his fur brushed against my body. Smiling he nodded, lay back and closed his eyes. These few words today had been the most he had ever addressed me with. He made a low grumbling sound in his throat and closed his eyes. This might hurt. I knelt next to the blanket and reached for the thermos, poured myself a coffee. The cold water gave me quite a shock. My body longed to be touched like this. A splashing sound. My hips rose to meet his, willing him to bury himself deep inside me. The sun was full out now and I was just about to ask where we were going when he stopped and turned around. Now he let his paw run over my body. Expecting nothing good I got up, downed the rest of my coffee. “Thank you.” Overwhelmed as I was, I forgot the ‘Sir’. I sat down, sipped my coffee and closed my eyes.
