Tiger in Her Bed

Her whole body tensed. She wasn’t quite ready to accept him. She was so fucking tight and he was impatient. “Relax,” he said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She laughed shakily underneath the pillow. Her voice muffled. “You’re big. I don’t think—”

“It will. I’ll make sure of it.” He planted both hands on her waist and pushed himself further. He sank in all the way to his hilt. It was heaven. She was slick, wet, and hot, and so fucking tight. It felt better than he had imagined. He tried an experimental thrust. Oh yes, he could do this all night.

He then took the rest of his clothes off. He also yanked off his socks. He grabbed the pillow away from her; he didn’t want her to hide under it. He wanted to see her when she came.

He wanted to see her eyes when she reached nirvana.

She unconsciously licked her lips. So fucking sexy. Of course, he had to kiss her. He held her face as he thrust in and out, picking up his pace. Her big doe eyes widened. Lips forming an O. He fucked her until the muscles of her pussy tightened again, anticipating the next climax. He stopped just before she was about to climax again. “Not yet,” he growled. “Not just yet.”

“Quinn!”

He bent down and sucked on her nipples as her urge gradually passed. Then he thrust in and out slowly. Shit. He loved this. Having her like this. She was the woman he wanted to fuck like this for the rest of his life. The only one. He gazed straight into her eyes as he quickened his pace. “Like it?”

She couldn’t answer. Only nodded.

He rammed her faster. “How about now?”

“Quinn, I. . .”

“That’s it, baby. You can come now.”

“I. . . ” Her body tensed again. He slammed in a few times and she orgasmed. He watched her come. Her eyes widened, almost in shock. Mouth opened. Her face contorted in pure pleasure. That was beautiful. God, he so fucking loved her. He wondered how many times he could make her come in one go. He’d fuck her brains out before this night ended.

* * *

Quinn was an animal.

Vanessa sighed in amazement. The guy had already made her come three times in a short span and he wasn’t even sweating. The intensity rather scared her a bit. He would burn her for sure. He rocked her again. Her pussy rippled around his hard shaft as he slipped in and out gently. As if he wanted to relive the initial penetration, he thrust in all the way and then pulled out until his cockhead almost left her opening, before thrusting in jealous intensity. Oh God. That was divine. He kissed her as he did that.

“Let go of my arms. I want to touch you,” she begged him. Quinn seemed to be the one in control in bed. She wondered if he’d allow her to be on top sometimes. Some guys weren’t keen to the idea of releasing control and some guys were just lazy. Quinn might fall into the former category. She wanted to ride him like a cowboy.

Er, cowgirl.

Surprisingly, he let her go.

She wasted no time touching him. His broad shoulders. His beautiful face. She stole a kiss from him. Then another. He chortled into her mouth as he shifted his weight onto one arm. He pressed his forehead against hers, his breath hot on her face. He then fucked her harder and faster. Faster.

His thrusts were precise, sharp and mind-shattering. The storm of pleasure came with vengeance. He hit all of her bundle of nerves. His pubic hair grazed her clit; in no time she came again. But this time, he didn’t stop when she climaxed.

He pounded over and over until the next tide hit her, scattering her mind to the four winds. She shook like a clinging leaf in a thunderstorm. Quinn, his name frozen in her throat. Every cell in her body screamed for his. The man who gave her so much pleasure. He owned her body. And her heart followed. How could she not love him? He was worth any complication that might follow this night.

But he wasn’t finished.

He seemed far from it.

The emerald eyes of his glittered like precious jewels, then changed to a luminous yellow. Only for a moment. Then reverted back to normal.

She blinked.

Did she really just see that?

Her brain didn’t register when he withdrew from her and asked her something.

“Lay on your belly.”

She stared it him, mouth agape.

“Vanessa…”