Animalistic (Tiger in Her Bed)

Giddy with excitement, she straddled him. There was not much leg room, but she managed. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She kissed him. She could taste her own femininity on him. Strangely, it turned her on even more.

His freed his cock from his jeans. She could feel it straining against her pussy. “Slowly,” he hissed. “We don’t need to hurry. We have plenty of time. I’ve been fantasizing about you like this since I met you.” His breath was hot on her cheek. He clamped his cock and guided it into her. Trent rubbed the crown of his cock and paused just before her entrance. Her pussy contracted in anticipation. She thought he was going to penetrate her, but he was just teasing.

“Trent,” she protested.

He pushed.

She widened her eyes, wondering if this was a bad idea. He felt so big. Too damn big. Despite of that, his thick, meaty cock slipped inside her wet pussy.

She swallowed hard.

Jesus. Fuck. She wasn’t a virgin and yet it felt like it had the first time. Being filled to the brim. His cock felt so hot. Throbbing. Pulsing with life. And yet at the same time, it felt so damn good.

Trent let out a happy kind of sigh as he withdrew and pushed again. “Don’t move. Let me feel you like this a little longer…”

She didn’t want him to dawdle. He only thrust twice and already she hovered at the edge of orgasm. “Trent… I’m…”

He pushed her hips upward, forcing her to brace herself on the headrest. His face was on her breasts. He sucked her nipple and she lost it. Despite what he said about wanting to savor the moment, it seemed that he wasn’t able to hold back. Clamping both hands on her hips, he fucked her rapidly until she was out of breath and a blinding orgasm tore through her with frightening intensity. She came on his cock while he was still at it. But then she felt him jerk, and hot cum filled her pussy.

Shaking, she disengaged from him and returned to her seat.

She couldn’t move for a while. Her heart pounded and the afterglow lingered, ebbing slowly like ripples across the water. Her clothes were a mess. The inside of the car smelled like sex. And yet, in that very moment, she realized something magical had happened.

Yes. Sex with Trent was magical.

She caught Trent’s gaze and smiled. He tucked his cock back inside his jeans. He was still hard.

“Arielle,” he said, his voice was darker than usual. “We should do this again when we get home.”

Chapter Seven

The memory of last night burned so vividly in the back of Arielle’s mind that each time she thought of him, she couldn’t help blushing like a love-struck teenage girl. When she walked into the lobby in the morning, Emma clasped her hand o

n her mouth then whispered noisily, “You did it. You slept with him.”

Arielle had a hard time containing her smile. “Don’t be ridiculous, Emma. We did nothing.” She then added in a small voice as she flounced to her office. “Except have sex in his car outside Washington Square Park.”

Emma squealed behind her, bouncing on her heels. She abandoned her post and followed Arielle. “I’m so happy for you. You deserve a happy ending after everything you have been through. Every girl in the office was talking about him. How did you two meet?”

“Remember the day I got mugged? He’s the one who helped me.”

“For real? He just showed up and saved you from them? He’s like a superhero.”

“In fact, I called him Superman, at first.”

“He is way hotter than Superman.”

“And he doesn’t wear his underwear outside his pants. So, that’s a good thing.”

Emma chortled. “I didn’t know you can be funny.”

Trent had said the same thing. She had always been serious and tense throughout her adult life. Maybe she should stop once in a while and smell the roses. The power of love was amazing.

“Anyway, congratulations,” Emma said, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you.”

Emma had only been gone from her office for ten minutes when she got another interruption. This time was Chris.