I hurried over to her sprawled out for me on the desk. I couldn’t keep my hands from cupping the round cheeks of her ass; from feeling the fucking amazing curves she hid underneath her too-uptight librarian outfits. I was seriously going to have to change the dress code around here.
Having her in anything more than a fucking bikini was a crime against nature.
I slipped my fingers under the strap of her cotton panties. I loved to pull those fucking things apart. It was harder than it looked, took just the right touch; one I’d perfected over the years. Twisting my thumbs under the hem of her panties, I gave the right tug. They snapped as I knew they would. Grinning, I pulled the scrap of fabric out from under the lines of her skirt. Then I pushed the hem up to her waist, ensuring I could enjoy the firm, rounded mounds of her ass. I ran my hand over one side and then smacked it. She went still, at first, then giggled.
“You weren’t expecting that, were you, Tiger?”
“I’m beginning to realize that I have to expect anything with you,” she said, her voice a low, sultry purr that made my dick feel like granite between my legs.
“Then you have nothing to worry about, babe,” I said, arching my hips so that my cock could find the rim of her entrance. I nudged it against the wet lips of her pussy. She moaned, and I fought to keep my own control. It was harder than usual, especially with my virgin princess waiting for me, her curvy body begging for anything I could give it.
And I intended to give it all to her. To take her for my own.
I lined my cock up with her opening and pressed once more against it, letting her know that I was ready. “Do you want me, Tiger?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice wobbling.
“Do you need me?” I asked. “Does your dripping wet pussy ache for me, Tiger?”
“God, yes!”
“Then I’m coming,” I said, dragging that last word out, playing with the double entendre.
I eased myself into her. Desperately, I wanted to shove myself balls deep into her. Still, I knew she was untouched down there, and needed a bit of preparation. After all, I wanted to make this good for her. It meant more for my experience and, yes, my ego when I knew that the woman in my arms was enjoying herself even more than I was. She was dripping as I entered inch by inch, so slick and warm that I groaned, rolling my eyes back in my head. It felt better than anything I could have imagined, like pleasure personified.
My knees almost went weak.
I kept plunging into her until I was finally balls deep inside of her. I’d never had a virgin before. God knows I’d fantasized about it, but I’d never felt the tightness of untouched territory like this. My cock jerked and pleasure arced over my body, sparks playing over every nerve. I slapped her ass once more, just a playful touch. I had no interest in anything harder than that. BDSM had never been my scene, but a butt as juicy as hers deserved a bit of appreciation.
I flexed my hips experimentally, plumbing into her.
She reared her ass back and mewled like a naughty kitty, like the Tiger she was.
Then I shoved my hips forward, comfortable now that she was good and ready for me to jackhammer into her. Reaching my hand forward, I twisted my fingers over her clit. Flicking my finger tightly against it, I continued slamming into her from behind. The juices of her pussy flowed over my dick, so wet and hot. I kept pounding into her, giving her everything I had. She screamed at my intensity, her body shivering under me with pleasure. Ecstasy started to build within me, and I became a man possessed, someone driven to fuck her no matter what.
Thrust, thrust, thrust.
The only sounds filling the room were her moans and the slap of my balls against her ass. She shuddered and screamed my name loudly. I felt her clit spasm underneath me, and I knew that she’d come. It was all I needed to come as well, my balls released their load, and my cum finding its way deep inside her.
It felt so fucking fantastic.
Normally, I’d never go bareback, but I trusted Selena; trusted her when she said she was on the pill. Besides, once I knew she was a virgin, coming inside of her was the only thing I could think of. I’d wanted to claim her, make her mine, and now I had.
She shivered again underneath me as I slipped out and grabbed some Kleenex off the table to clean myself off. Then I slid my boxers and pants back on. Selena sprawled against the desk, her body still limp from her orgasm. I leaned down once I was settled and brushed her hair back from her face.
“Was that a good first time?”
“Is it always like that?” she asked, her breath coming out in ragged gasps.
“When it’s with me, it is. I promise you that,” I kissed her cheek. “Get cleaned up and keep working, Tiger. This weekend though, I have everything planned for us. Don’t you worry about it. In fact, don’t worry about anything. This is our secret, our passion to share. And the merger and Tammy… All of it. It will survive this too.”
“Hope so.”
“I’ll make it so.”
***
That Friday afternoon, I was preparing to leave my office. I’d given Selena the address to meet me at in Brooklyn for dinner and the rest of my surprises. I had quite the weekend planned, especially because I knew Tammy had gone out of town to California with her mother. That would probably alleviate some of her guilt and hesitation. My tiger loved to let go in the moment, but I could tell that the shadow of doubt was creeping over her expression even as we’d cleaned up the other day. I understood the feeling, but I wasn’t going to sacrifice the first thing that had made me feel truly alive in years over fears.