There was a beautiful fox waiting for him when he got home. Both her cute little pair of ears perched above her closed eyes and the fluffy tail arcing up from the delightful curve of her ass were a deep, uneven red, like heart's blood spattered on the rusted remnant of a great treasure, left undiscovered for far too long. He didn't wake her; he had promised her a backrub today, and there was no need to rouse her for the start of that. Instead, he quickly pulled off all of his clothes and straddled her legs just below her perfect round cheeks, his cock already starting to throb and harden from the closeness to what he'd been aching for all day, but it would just have to wait. Promises are promises, after all.
He leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck, a gesture she leaned into sleepily; mumbling something just below the level of comprehension as she also tilted her ass up, just barely brushing the head of his now rock-hard member as the russet tail swayed back and forth across her lower back. Perhaps she was already dreaming about something other than a massage, just as the desires bursting in his head cried out for, but all in good time. He began to work slowly on her perfect body; rubbing her smooth skin, pressing in places that made her moan in a delicate mix of pain and pleasure as his fingers pressed deep into sore spots and slowly worked them away, starting up at her delicate neck and moving downward, interspersing the skillful movements of his hands with slow kisses and a quick nip at the spots he'd already been, causing the tiny, near-invisible hairs to rise all down her spine and a slow roll to form in the hips under him. He noticed, as one more violent roll caused him to look away from his work for a moment as its movement sent waves of pleasure down his cock, that one of her delicate hands had found its way down there, rubbing his future prize in a rhythmic counterpoint to the undulation of her hips and that there was a delicate dew forming there; a nectar that he simply couldn't resist tasting.
He didn't stop his work, however. Even as he moved his knees farther down her legs so he could bend down and lap at her pussy with his incredibly long tongue, his hands were kneading at the firm muscles in her ass and curling around to the front to press into the triangles there that become so taut, so very often. Her moans increased in tempo as the orchestra of three hands and a tongue played their symphony of pleasure. He couldn't quite access with his tongue the spot that he knew would transform those moans into quiet screams, but he alternated darting it inside her tight little pussy and licking the entirety of her cute mound with its broad surface while her hand continued its motions in a way she knew he absolutely loved to watch, knowing full well that no matter how perfectly in sync with her desires he tried to be as he savored her emotions greater than his own, that he simply couldn't match her own knowledge of herself, something that had only ever excited him, not left him feeling inadequate.