Animalistic (Tiger in Her Bed)

It was a light kiss. Brief. A butterfly kind of kiss even. She couldn’t remember when a simple kiss felt so exquisite. It was as if the world had stopped its rotation and everything froze.

“Is this the sign I was telling you about?” he asked, rather innocently.

“This is the sign.”

A smile slowly spread over his handsome face. “You have no idea how happy you’ve made me.”

Trent caressed the outline of her jaw as the dangerous glimmer from his eyes seemed to intensify. She felt naked under his gaze, as weak as a newborn fawn. He lowered his head, then kissed her again. Not a chaste kiss but all tongue and nibbles that made her brain mush and her knees weaken. Liquid fire seared through her veins, making her heart beat gallop like a runaway mare.

Holy hell, she thought dizzily. What had just happened? He only kissed me and I’m already a mess.

She didn’t quite remember how they got into the car, but they didn’t make it home before they tore at each other’s clothes. Lust intoxicated them. Arousal surged in a fever pitch. The fear of discovery fueled the excitement. Like a pair of star-crossed lovers, surrendering to the heat, making the best of their precious, fleeting stolen moments.

Take me, take me, take me, she chanted in her head, before the cops arrest us for public indecency.

Trent had her sit on the passenger side with the seat lowered until it was almost flat. He leaned on her, one arm supporting his weight while the other was busy, roaming, skimming her exposed flesh. His presence filled the enclosed space with his maleness; his toned body seemed to swallow her being into an insignificant existence. The sweet, kind Trent she knew had disappeared, and was replaced with a new side of him she’d never seen. Predatory Trent. Demanding Trent. Dominant Trent. Trent, whose very touch made her pussy ache, wet, a welter of heat. He had his hand up inside her skirt; those rough, calloused fingers stroked the juncture of her thighs.

He kissed and murmured into her mouth with strings of half-formed words, but she understood him nonetheless. She’s pretty. She’s sexy. She’s his kind of girl and he loves her.

She was sure her response wouldn’t be adequate so she kissed him back with the same heat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hands desperately grabbing his shorn hair. The front of her blazer was opened, shirt unbuttoned, and her bra was pushed up. Her heart rattled against her ribcage when the stubble from his cheek grazed against her soft breasts.

But then something even more wonderful happened when his mouth found her nipple and sucked it hard. Her back arched and her head smashed against the headrest as a sublime sensation lashed against her nerve endings like live naked wires; a high voltage of pleasure surged up and temporarily short-circuited her brain.

“Trent!”

She writhed and gasped. Ecstasy coiled in her sex. A shimmer of release teased and yet it was not quite there. More. She needed more, damn it!

Even in the darkness, his eyes seemed to burn so brightly. “Sweet Arielle,” he said with a rough growl. “My girl. Mine.” He kissed her on the lips while he pulled her panties down. A little tug, an impatient yank, and they slipped past her knees.

Her heart drummed even faster when he got them off her foot. It’s finally going to happen.

Only, she was miscalculating one thing.

Instead of coming to her side and fucking her, he pushed her thighs apart and draped one of her legs over his shoulder. In the blink of an eye, his mouth was on her pussy.

She almost let out a scream.

She quickly covered her own mouth, a long whimper filling the car.

Jesus. God. Buddha. Everything that is holy. Trent kissed her pussy like he kissed her mouth. That tongue flicked inside the seam of her sex. Over her clit. Around her entrance.

“Trent, I’m…” she faltered. She didn’t think he would go down on her. She wasn’t ready for this. Not in the car. Not when—

He growled and said something about being in a bad position. Before she could voice her thought, he pulled her slightly over the gear shift. With her left foot on the dashboard, he sucked her pussy lips.

She closed her eyes. Embarrassed. Worried. Excited.

But the pleasure. Oh, God. The pleasure…

Especially when he thrust his tongue in and tasted the inside of her sex. A climax ambushed her without warning. A kaleidoscope of pleasure danced before her eyes. Her body quaked into mindless, shivering flesh…

“Oh, babe…” Trent lifted his head and watched her reaction.

Was it her imagination or were his eyes glowing in the dark?

“Come here…” he ordered her. He pushed his own seat back, almost flat.

Still riding on the endorphins, she dutifully scooted over to his side. She glanced wildly beyond the windshield. No people to be seen. Luckily, they parked under a tree and its canopy cast a dark shade against their surroundings.