“I did,” she said.
“Great! There’s this little bar, right around the corner, a couple of blocks away. It does a great martini. We could go get a table in the little outdoor area, hang out for a while – ” He broke off, looking at her with such intensity. “I want to kiss you so badly right now,” he whispered. As if hypnotized by his glowing green stare, Kristin took a small step forward. Roman dipped his head towards hers, and their lips met. Wow. His lips were incredibly soft and full. Kristin restrained a sigh of pleasure, but a small sound, like a purr escaped his lips, and he began to kiss her deeply, taking her breath away. She kissed him back, savoring the overwhelming sensations. She was lightheaded and tingling all over. His hand went to the back of her neck, lightly stroking the skin just below her hairline, while his other arm curved around her waist. He was a great kisser, his mouth soft and searching, and the tip of his tongue skillfully seeking out hers. The arousal that had been bubbling inside her all day long rose to the surface, making her nipples harden and push against the lace of her bra, and her clit burn for his touch.
After what felt like a long time, he drew back and looked into her eyes.
“Oh, Kristin, I feel like I’ve been waiting all my life for this moment,” he said. “You’re my mate. I knew it before, but now we’ve kissed, I’m more certain than ever. I felt like our bodies were melding into one, the bond between us beginning to be formed.”
“I think I know what you mean,” she breathed. “I know I’ve never had a kiss like that before.” She stopped, overcome with emotion. He reached out and touched her face, running a finger along her cheekbone, her jawline. She shivered. It was unspeakably erotic.
Just then, a couple walked past them, heading in the direction of the road. Roman shook his head, as if he was forcing himself back into reality.
“I’m sorry. I’m probably coming on way too strong, out here in front of my apartment,” he said, with an embarrassed laugh. “Shall we go to the bar?” Kristin bit her lip. She imagined sitting at a table with him, politely talking about their lives, when all the time desire would be running through her body like fire.
“I – I think I’d rather go into your apartment,” she said, looking at him levelly. Delight flashed though Roman’s eyes.
“Are you sure about this?” he said in a low voice. She nodded, smiling up at him. “This is the last time I’ll be capable of asking you,” he growled. Kristin took his face in her hands.
“Roman, I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life,” she said.
“Good,” he said, and gave her a hard kiss, his incisors grazing her lip thrillingly. “Let’s go inside.”
They took the elevator up to the third story in silence, the tension between them too high to speak. Kristin discovered that she was already a little wet, and it wasn’t the first time that day. During the afternoon, the thought of him had been so overwhelming that she’d been unable to concentrate on her work at all. She’d been forced to take a little break in the restroom, locked into the cubicle, touching herself and thinking about what she wanted this big sexy tiger to do to her.
Roman showed her into his apartment. She leaned against the wall in the hallway, watching him closing the front door. Watching him. She’d longed for this moment ever since she first saw his profile, and now she wanted to stretch it out for as long as possible. She felt heady with anticipation and desire. As soon as he turned back to her, she threw herself on him, pressing her mouth against his. He backed her against the wall and returned her kiss with an equal passion. His body was hard against hers, pressing on her as he ran his strong hands up and down her waist, feeling the ripe curves of her hips. She slid her hands underneath his t-shirt, hungry to feel his bare skin. They kissed more and more deeply, their tongues lashing each other, and Kristin made little moans of desire. As she began to pull at his clothes, he moved onto her neck, kissing and nibbling at the sensitive flesh there.
“Christ, Kristin, you’re a fierce woman,” he muttered. “The perfect lover for a tiger.” With a satisfied sigh, she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. She succeeded in lifting it up to his pecs, and he assisted her, drawing back and pulling it over his head. His photos didn’t do him justice. His torso was incredible. Every muscle was perfectly honed, his stomach perfectly flat and rippling with bands of muscle, and his chest was so broad and deep. She had an urge to lick his flat brown nipples, and she did just that – the right and then the left, gently nibbling at the same time. He drew in a sharp breath through his teeth. His hands went to her waist and he felt for the tie on her dress. Finding it, he pulled on the bow and it unfastened. The dress fell completely open, revealing a flame-orange lace bra and brief set. Kristin held her breath, fighting down the panic that always accompanied men seeing her body for the first time.
“You’re so sexy,” he whispered. As he gazed at her body, she watched his pupils dilate, the irises turning dark. Now she knew he liked what he saw, she forced herself to relax, and to allow her more positive feelings to rise to the surface. She felt sexy and wanton standing in his hallway like that, in her heels, with her dress open, exposing her sexy, dirty lingerie. She felt the heat of Roman’s hands on her waist as he touched her bare flesh, hesitantly at first, but then more confidently, moving up, up, over her ribcage, and sliding over her bra, cupping both of her breasts at the same time. She sighed as his thumbs grazed her nipples.
Then his hands slid down, past her hips, and onto her ass, his fingertips making light circles on the fabric of her panties. He moved lower, onto her thighs, and leaned into her. And, before she knew what was happening, he grasped her thighs firmly, and lifted her right up.
“No! I’m too heavy!” she protested, as he held her ass in both his hands, raised up as high as his waist.
“You’re as light as a feather, baby,” he growled. She registered that he did seem to be holding her remarkably easily, gently propping her against the wall, with most of her weight supported by his huge biceps. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, only a flimsy scrap of lace separating the tender aching place between her thighs from his bare abs. She also wrapped her arms around his neck, and once again, they lost themselves in each other’s mouths. Their kisses were becoming increasingly heated. Roman’s lips were soft and luscious, and his tongue probed deeply into her mouth. Kristin sucked on it lightly, loving the sensation of having him insinuating himself into her body. She wriggled, trying to intensify the contact between them. She wanted more of him inside her. Her pussy was crying out for his touch.
Suddenly, he lowered her ass by six inches. Now the rough material of his jeans chafed against her thighs. He was hard, rock hard. The bulge of his erection pressed into her cleft, and, as his pelvis made a little jolt, she gasped. She dug her nails into his back. She badly wanted him to take her right there, to push her panties aside, unzip his jeans, and slide his cock into her. She squeezed him tight with her thighs, holding his hips in a vice grip, and kissed him more and more fiercely. Roman pulled back with a chuckle.
“Not so fast, baby,” he said. “I want to explore every inch of this beautiful body of yours before I claim you as my own. Regardless of what my tiger’s telling me right now!”
“Oh,” Kristin replied, an expression of disappointment mingled with delight.
He lifted her off the wall and carried her along the hallway and into a room. She couldn’t see much of it until he bent down and gently deposited her on his bed. It was an attractive, masculine room, with dark wood and jungle-green walls. The lighting was low and flattering. She sat on the bed looking up at him, propping herself on her arms. Her thighs were a little open and her lips were parted. As he looked down at her, she could see the animal in his eyes, and, right now, he looked like he wanted to eat her alive. She fought an urge to close her dress and conceal her body from his burning gaze.
“Don’t be scared, little tigress,” he said, in a crooning voice. “I won’t hurt you, and neither will my tiger. I want to give y
ou more pleasure than you’ve ever had before.” He sat down beside her and pulled her into a soft, tender kiss, stroking her jawline with a fingertip. Immediately, she relaxed, trusting him. He caressed her thighs, moving upwards from her knees, to a spot a couple of inches below the lace edge of her panties, before sliding away again. She was aching so bad inside, and every part of her being willed him to place his hand on her throbbing clit. But he was intent on teasing her. His long tongue flickered into her mouth, dancing around hers, while his strong, agile fingers made little circles all over her thighs.
He hooked his hand under her knees and pulled her onto his lap, so she was sitting across him, sideways. He took the clips out of her hair, allowing it to tumble around her shoulders in curls. Then, he slid her dress off her shoulders, and it fell down, leaving her in just her bra.
“Kristin, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed. “Your curves are incredible.” He leaned forward and buried his face in her full cleavage. His tongue snaked out and licking the valley between her breasts, and heard him sigh softly. He cupped her left breast in his massive hand, kneading it gently. Wow, he was a boob man. Most guys got excited by the size of her breasts, but then didn’t really know what to do with them, beyond a few cursory pinches and tweaks, which was always a disappointment to her. They were really sensitive, and she loved to have attention lavished on them. It felt like the tiger was worshipping them, layering little licks all over the soft skin of her décolletage. And he hadn’t even taken off her bra yet. At last, he pulled her left bra strap off her shoulder and eased the cup down, freeing her breast. He made a sound of desire at the sight of her pale pink nipple, before dipping his head and taking it into his mouth.
“Oh my god!” Kristin hissed. The sensation made her dizzy, and her clit sparked as if it had an electric charge running through it. Roman looked up, flashing her a wicked glance, before beginning to suck on it, gently at first, and then hard, taking more and more of it into his mouth. It felt like he was feeding from her body – a heady, blissful sensation. She ran her fingers through his golden brown hair, willing him not to stop, ever. After a while he paused, lifted his head, and possessed her mouth again, with deep, hungry kisses, while he unfastened her bra. She bit her lip as the bra fell completely off, once again self-conscious at being so exposed. Roman adjusted her position on his lap a little, and she became aware of how big and hard his erection was; a huge bulge straining against the denim of his pants. She longed to free it from its constraints, but she knew that this would come later. Instead, he took her breasts in both his hands, feeling their weight and fullness, caressing them all over, before he took her other nipple into his mouth, and gave it the same attention that he’d given to the left. As she wriggled on his lap, she could tell that her panties were soaked, but somehow the urgency she’d felt before had been replaced by euphoria, and she wanted to sit there forever, having her breasts worshipped by this sexy tiger-man. As he licked and sucked at her nipples, she ran her hands all over his back, luxuriating in his bulging muscles and soft skin.
After a long time, he lifted his head, his eyes soft and dreamy.
“Kristin, I can’t believe how beautiful your body is,” he said. “You’re so stunning and voluptuous.” His hands grasped her hips, pulling her closer, so her thigh bumped against his erection. She reached out and placed her hand on it, and his pelvis jerked. A wild look came into his eyes.
“If you do that again, I’m not going to be able to control my tiger,” he growled.
“Roman, you don’t need to control your tiger. I want you to take me.”
“Kristin, there’s just one problem with that,” he said. She stared at him confused.
“Which is?”
“You’re fertile right now. Extremely fertile. I’m scared that I’ll get you pregnant.” Kristin’s eyes opened very wide.
“I am?” she breathed.
“Yes,” he said with a grin. “You’re at the exact point in your cycle when you’re most likely to conceive.” She stroked his face, overwhelmed at his words.
“I’m happy to take that risk,” she said. Roman laughed.
“Not so fast,” he said. I want us to enjoy a little time together before I plant my seed inside you, and you grow our beautiful cubs in your belly.” He laid a hand on her soft stomach. “Right now I want you just to be mine, all mine,” he growled.
“Ok,” she said, her head spinning. “Does that mean we can’t have sex today?” Roman’s teeth flashed in a grin.
“No, of course not, he said. We just have to be careful. Very careful.” Kristin’s eyes lit up.
“Great,” she said, and reached for the button on his jeans. He placed his hand over hers.
“But I want to take my time with you,” he whispered, running a thumb across her lips.
“We can do that later,” she said, with a smile. “But right, now, I need you inside me.” As she spoke, she unfastened the button on his jeans and eased the zipper down. His cock sprang out, big and rock hard. Kristin wrapped her hand around it and he let out a sound, half way between a groan and a growl.
“You’re driving me crazy, he said, his voice thick with need. “So please don’t blame me for being rough with you.” He lifted her off his lap and stood up, stripping his jeans off quickly. Kristin looked up at his naked body, her eyes wide. The rest of him was as hot as his torso. His thighs were thick and strongly muscled, and his cock was huge with his desire for her. She kicked her shoes off and stood up to allow him to slide her panties off. He crumpled them in his hand, inhaling her scent, and a purr escaped his lips. He clasped her against his body, and they kissed for a long moment, Kristin so taut with anticipation that she thought she was going to explode. Then, he lifted her and threw her back on the bed. She gasped in surprise and her legs fell wide apart, exposing her to his view. In a second, Roman was on her, his long tongue landing a lick the length of her pussy. Then he held her thighs firmly in his strong hands, and began to explore her with his mouth. He feathered light strokes along her sensitive labia, running up and down, from side to side, before moving closer and closer to her clit. As his soft, wet tongue flicked across her over-sensitized little bud, she let out a small scream and pulled at his hair. He looked up at her, his eyes full of fire, while he fastened his lips around it and began to suck a little. Kristin fought to keep her eyes open, wanting to lose herself in the sensation, but the gaze of the tiger was too fierce, daring her not to watch him pleasuring her. Every flick of his agile tongue wound her arousal up tighter and tighter. Was she going to come like this? It felt incredible, but she wanted to come with him inside her, filling her completely. She squirmed around in frustration. There was an ache deep inside her that could only be satisfied by his big cock.
Roman seemed to pick up on her mood. Keeping his hands on her thighs, he climbed up her body until he was level with her face. She trembled, aware of the size and the power of the body that arched above her.
“I’m going to take you now, Kristin,” he murmured. “I’m going to claim you as my own, as my tiger has been begging me to since the first moment I laid eyes on you. I hope you understand how significant this is. Once we mate, there will be a bond between us that can’t be broken. You’ll be mine, and mine only; you, and this beautiful body of yours.
“And you’ll be mine,” Kristin whispered, hardly able to believe what she was saying.
“Yes,” Roman said with a grin. “Are you ready to be my mate, Kristin?”
“Yes,” she said, eyes shining. With that, the tip of the tiger’s cock brushed against her labia. Her hips jerked, and his cock slid up and down, running from her clit to her burning entrance.
“Please,” she whispered. “I need you now.” He gave a snarl, and thrust the tip of his cock inside her. She gasped. He was really big, and he’d only given her the first couple of inches. Her pussy muscles fluttered as he eased himself into her, inch by scorching inch. He glided on her wetness, taking his time until he’d filled her completely. Sh
e lay still, waves of euphoria coursing through her body. Roman took her head in his hands and kissed her gently for a long moment, and then he began to fuck her.
She cried out at the first real thrust. He was so big and so hard, and her nerve endings were sensitized like crazy. He went all the way in, and it almost hurt to have him so deep inside her core, turning her pussy to liquid heat. He slid back and forth, in long, expert strokes, almost coming out entirely, before filling her up to the hilt again. She was clenched tight around him, hardly daring to yield to this huge beast who seemed capable of breaking her in half. But as he built up the rhythm, the blissful sensations took over, and her pussy muscles relaxed, accommodating him, spasming around his cock with every thrust.
She spread her thighs wide, letting him go deep. And, in this new position, his pelvis butted her clit as he pumped in and out of her, sparking delicious sensations. Wrapping her arms around his back, she gasped and moaned, aware only of Roman, and the way his cock was skillfully fucking her. He gazed into her eyes, then kissed her on the mouth, his tongue probing deeply, lashing hers in time with his thrusts. Now and again, he pulled away from her mouth, and sucked and nibbled at the side of her neck.
“You feel so incredible, baby,” he muttered as he kissed her neck and caressed her breasts. “Your body is so sweet and curvy. I want to make love to you for hours.”
But she could see in his face that he was holding back. The muscles in his jaw were flexing with the effort of restraining himself.
“You don’t have to hold back with me though,” she whispered. “I can take it. I want to take all you have to give.” Her words excited him, and he began to fuck her harder and faster.
“Oh my god,” she gasped. The faster tempo was sending her nerve-endings into a spin. His cock was like a hot rod inside her. He lifted one of her thighs to allow him to go deeper, and she obliged, wrapping her legs tight around his waist.
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