Page 21 of Catch a Tiger

His hand lowers from the nape of her neck to her spine, and he trails his finger all the way down. Goosebumps rise across her skin and her nipples pebble to tight peaks. Her entire body is screaming for more, and that gives her pause.

Noticing her hesitation, he pulls away and rests his forehead against hers. “Too fast?”

She nods a little.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, trailing kisses down her cheek and along her jaw. She moans a little, tipping her head for easier access.

He chuckles against her skin. “We can stop if you want.”

“We should,” she whispers.

“But you don’t want to.”

She thinks it over. This is moving fast. Too fast, but her body is screaming for more. It outweighs her mind, consumes her thoughts, until all that’s left is the sensation of him touching her and how that makes her respond. So she answers honestly, “No. I don’t want to stop.”

He growls against her skin, wraps an arm around her waist, and hoists her so that she’s straddling him. Her hair cascades around their faces and she giggles as she settles into his lap. And then she moans when he grabs her hips and presses her center against his erection. He’s bigger than she thought he’d be. Well, he’s extremely tall, so she shouldn’t have been surprised.

His cock applies pressure to her clit and before she knows it, she’s grinding against him. Pulling her head down back to his face, he kisses her next moan away. She continues to grind against him, to feel the zipper of his jeans through the thin fabric of her laced underwear. She had worn them because he told her to, because she wanted to surprise him, and when his hand drifts up her thigh and explores what she has on underneath, he growls. It’s the sexiest sound in the world.

“You wore them for me.”

“I did.”

He bites his bottom lip and grins at the same time. Carefully, he slides his fingers along the edges and brushes over her clit. She jolts in surprise and then sucks in a breath when he moves them aside and presses his thumb to it.

“You’re soaked.”

“Can you blame me?” she breathes out. “Unbutton your pants.”

“So bossy,” he mutters, but he listens, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing both it and his underwear down.

His cock springs free and she stares at its length for a good long while. “I don’t think that’s going to fit,” she whispers in awe.

“It’ll fit.”

It may fit, but it’s going to hurt like hell. He’s long and fat and her ovaries are having a little party with anticipation.

Without further comment, she rises a little as he slides her panties aside. Positioning his cock, she says a little prayer that he won’t rip her in two.

“Easy,” he says as she lowers herself and pushes the head inside. “Easy, baby.”

She whimpers as her pussy swallows him inch by inch, stretching her the furthest she’s ever gone before. It stings and feels good at the same time, and when he’s fully inside her, her pussy clenches around his length.

“Jesus,” he hisses, grasping her hips and squeezing. He breathes through her pussy’s convulsions, and through gritted teeth, he asks, “Are you okay?”

“Give me a minute,” she whispers, breathing hard.

The sting is intense, but soon, it turns into pleasure. She moans when he rocks her back and forth, stretching her, his cock hitting all the sensitive places inside her.

“Ready?”

She nods. Carefully, impossibly because she weighs so much, he lifts her up and slowly lowers her back down. They moan together.

“So fucking tight,” he grinds out.

This time, she guides her rise and her fall, and tips her head back as wave after wave of pleasure consumes her. He feels so good. He feels like heaven. Already she can feel the fire beginning in her belly. “Oh, my god,” she whispers between moans.

Their bodies slapping together is the most beautiful sound in the world. It consumes the peace that’s around them. She doesn’t care that they’re out in the open, that at any minute, someone could come down the road and park next to them, watching them fuck. They’d call the cops and they’d go to jail and she doesn’t even care right now, that’s how consumed she is.