Page 8 of Tiger on the Prowl

“Make love to me,” she answered without hesitation.

“Where’s your bedroom?”

She took his hand and led him into the house, through the living room into a short hallway with three doors, two of them open. Olivia led him into the room on the left and flipped a light switch. The low light of the bedside lamps bathed the room in a soft glow. A queen-size bed with crisp white sheets dominated the small room. With his foot, Jay kicked the door shut, before pulling Olivia back into his arms.

Olivia was already busying herself by tugging on his shirt, unbuttoning it hastily. He took her hands in his, stilling them.

“Slow down,” he murmured. “We’ve got all night. Unless you’re planning on kicking me to the curb the moment you climax.”

She suddenly froze. Had he been too presumptuous in assuming she’d allow him to stay the night? Wasn’t that what women wanted?

“I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?”

Olivia shook her head, then dropped her gaze. “No, of course not. It’s just…”

“What is it?”

“I don’t normally… I mean… it’s really difficult for me… uhm…”

Jay put his fingers under her chin and tipped her face up so he could look into her eyes. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”

She drew in a breath. “I don’t normally climax during sex. I mean, it doesn’t matter, and—”

He put a finger on her lips. “Tonight will be different.” He’d make sure of that. The least he could do was to give her pleasure. “Just relax, and I’ll take care of you. Let me undress you.”

Slowly, he began to lower the zipper of her colorful summer dress until he could slide the straps down her shoulders, so the soft fabric slid down her torso. Underneath, she wore a bra that matched her skin color. Her breasts were small, but her nipples already pressed through the thin fabric, attesting to her arousal. Gently, he pulled the dress over her slim hips until she stepped out of it. Her panties were the same color and fabric as her bra. Jay picked up the dress and laid it over a nearby chair, then bent down and helped her take off her sandals, before he rose again.

He stepped back, kicked off his shoes and unbuttoned his linen shirt, then shrugged out of it, and tossed it on the chair too. When he put his hands on the waistband of his jeans, he heard Olivia inhale a breath. He met her gaze, then continued opening the button. When he lowered the zipper, Olivia’s gaze focused on his groin, and she licked her lower lip.

The gesture was so sexy, yet so innocent that he almost came right there and then. He had to clench his jaw to restrain himself, before he could take off his jeans and toss them aside. He quickly took off his socks, before he straightened again and faced Olivia, now only wearing his boxer briefs. The black fabric stretched, his cock beneath it hard and heavy.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured and reached out to him, placing her hand on his chest to caress the hard ridges.

“Compared to you, I’m Quasimodo,” he said lightheartedly.

A smile played around her lips, and he noticed her relax. It was evident that this was new for her, that she didn’t often take guys home with her to have casual sex. If ever.

Jay pulled her into his arms and kissed her gently, his lips not demanding, but coaxing, allowing her to go at her own speed. Olivia parted her lips, and her tongue darted out. He angled his head to allow her better access, and she swept her tongue into his mouth and licked against his. At the contact, a spear of fire charged through his core, and he couldn’t help himself but press Olivia firmer against his body, his cock now rubbing against her stomach, enjoying the softness cradling him.

He slid his hands to the clasp of her bra and unhooked it. She let out a soft gasp, before intensifying the kiss and pressing her breasts firmer against him. He could feel her hard nipples rub against his chest.

Without haste, he slipped the straps of her bra over her shoulders and stepped back a little so he could free her from it completely. When the bra fell to the ground, he pulled her back against him and felt her breasts caress his chest. A moan escaped him, and he lifted Olivia up in his arms and lowered her onto the bed, joining her, his lips still on hers. He didn’t roll over her, not yet. Instead, he loosened their embrace so he could touch her breasts. He took one of her globes into his hand, kneading it and playing with the stiff bud, rolling it between his thumb and index finger.

Olivia moaned and arched her back, pressing her breast into his palm. He released her lips and looked at her. Her face was glistening, her eyes shining back at him as if in a daze.

“Let me take care of you now,” he murmured and dipped his head to her breasts. He licked first one then the other nipple, before he closed his lips around one of them, and started sucking and licking her beautiful flesh, while he kneaded the other one.

Olivia sighed and moaned, one hand now clutching the duvet and holding on to it for dear life. Her other hand wandered to his nape and caressed him there. The touch sent a jolt through his body and straight to his cock. Involuntarily, he swung one leg between her thighs, and rubbed his cock against her leg.

“You feel so good,” she said on a raspy breath.

He let her nipple pop from his mouth. “You feel even better.” Then he slid down on her body and freed her from her panties. He spread her legs wider, before settling in between her thighs, his head at her groin.

“Jay, what are you—”

He angled her legs to expose her sex to him, silencing her question. Her pink flesh was beautiful, soft, and glistening with her juices. “Beautiful,” he murmured, then cast a glance up to her face and saw that she looked at him in utter amazement. “I’d like to make you come with my mouth, baby, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind?” Her chest heaved, and her cheeks flushed even more.