His chuckle at her reaction sounded strained, and he pulled back to gaze hungrily into her green eyes.
"Do you feel more at ease now?" he asked, voice tight. "Because as much as I would love for you to continue touching me, I am afraid my self-control is slipping."

"O-oh, I'm sorry, I suppose--"

He didn't let her finish. He captured her mouth in a kiss that felt... surprisingly normal, considering the shape of his face. His tongue swept into her mouth, hungry and demanding. He placed a hand on her back, just below her ribs, and slowly lowered her to the bed while kissing her. The hand on her back slid lower, to cup Freya's petite behind, and his other hand began to knead her breasts, first one, then the other. The backs of his hands were covered in short, dark fur, but his palms were covered in dark, smooth skin.
His mouth released hers and moved to nip and nibble at her ear, his tongue occasionally darting out to stroke against the smooth shell. Freya moaned softly, heat pooling in her center. He already knew exactly what she liked. His face moved away from hers and down to her breasts. He sucked her nipples, his long tongue laving the undersides of her full breasts. The small teeth between his frightening canines took her nipple between them with surprising gentleness, the nibbling sending a coil of pleasure through Freya's body. She arched her back, gasping. He dragged his tongue down her stomach and through the tight, blond curls on the mound between her legs. He paused to grin at her while she looked down at him with mild confusion, unsure of what he was doing.

Her back arched sharply and she let out a ragged gasp as his tongue swept over and then into her already-dripping entrance. Her fingers twisted in the comforter, her toes curling. As he lapped at her, his tongue frequently leaving her entrance to encircle the little nub above it, pleasure wrapped her in a dizzying haze and she felt that same pressure from her dream beginning to build.
His tongue withdrew, replaced by one of his fingers. He licked his lips with a self-satisfied look on his face. He leaned forward and took her earlobe between his teeth. He let out a low, rumbly growl, making Freya shiver. A second finger joined the first, slowly thrusting in and out of her, sometimes pausing to spread apart, stretching her little by little.

Freya lost her senses, drowning in sensation. Without realizing it, she wasn't clutching the quilt anymore, but the fox man's shoulders. Her fingers tightened, digging into the thick fur, and she let out an animalistic whine of protest as his fingers withdrew from her. His chuckle this time was silent, she only felt the staccato breaths of it against her ear.
"Don't worry, I am going to give you what you really want," he whispered.