The Taisho fire

Firefighter one day...

Gwen was burning, twisting and twitching in Tōga's hold as both his body and his hands relentlessly worked her to completion.

Her lame dog expression had thrown him in a quirky mood; as soon as the words came out, he had flipped her on her hands and knees and claimed her back.

Doggy style.

"Mmmmm."

Moans tore from her throat and she couldn't bring herself to care. Gwen had never been so vocal, so deliciously lost in the arms of a man. But he wasn't any man, and damn, Tōga was so good with his hands! Doggy style had never felt so enveloping, so all-encompassing.

"So how's the good dog now, little kitty?" he rumbled behind her.

Gwen only arched her back, seeking more friction. She was rewarded with a groan, and increasing pressure from his hand.

"M'not ... a ... cat," she eventually panted, trying to make sense of the world while her body surrendered to his power.

Tōga paused, both hands falling around hers on the mattress as he completely dwarfed her. His hot skin, slick with sweat, covered her back ... all the way down to the place where she engulfed him whole, taking him much deeper due to the position. The places he touched, deep within, were as unexpected as they were mind blowing. By all gods of the creation, her lover was glorious.

"You dance rather than walk, and balance on your toes as if they were paws."

His voice vibrated in his chest, the rumble reverberating across her back. Then, a sharp sting at her ear told her he'd nipped it.

"You are so cute and you don't even realise it," he whispered in her ear, causing delicious shivers to run up her sweaty spine, all the way down to the engorged place where his member speared her so deliciously.

Another nip at her neck, followed by a sensual lick that sent ripples on her skin, like a pebble dropping into a pond. Gwen pushed against him, hips creating delicious friction that tore a deep growl out of him.

"You could cuddle on anyone's lap," he rumbled. "And they'd be happy with it."

A nip upon her uninjured shoulder, followed by a long, deep stroke of his manhood that caused her womb to clench. Gwen bit her lip, restraining the throaty moan that attempted to escape.

"You could do anything and get away with it," he concluded, a smile obvious in the tone of his voice as he straightened. "And I'm sure I heard you purring this evening. You, my lady, are a cat."

Playful Tōga certainly was a handful, and she shifted her weight to tug on a strand of his hair. She was rewarded with another deep stroke that stole her breath away.

"You were the one – gasp – rumbling in my lap," she protested without an ounce of exasperation.

"Was I?" he growled, picking up the pace. At once, all thoughts about cats and dogs were forgotten, for his body curled around hers and guided her to the heavens with as much skill as eagerness. Gwen moaned and bucked, keeping her eyes open only for the sake of watching his long waterfall of silvery hair sway around her shoulders with each thrust.

She clutched the sheets to keep a little stability, body taut from pleasure as he gripped her hips and plunged into the recesses of her body like a man starved. Then, when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Tōga gathered her against him and held fast, one hand engulfing her breast while the other dove south.

It was such a beautiful osmosis, that enthralling dance of two bodies, where she couldn't be sure where he ended, and she started to exist. He built up her pleasure like a wave in the ocean, coming from far, far away and approaching full speed until it crashed on the coast. This time, she was the one who took him with her.