ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Tiger Tamed (Tiger Shifter BBW Pregnancy Romance) (Contemporary Paranormal Alpha Male Romance) (5 page)

And that was a good feeling, because tonight was the night that I would at last be taking the plunge, my body ready, after having waited for the moment in question for so very, very long.

I continued on my way to the spot where I'd set out to beneath the blinding white moonlight, and when I got there I paused, waiting. My nostrils flared as I sniff the air, trying to pick up a now familiar scent, my ears piqued as I listened for signs of life.

And then he appeared...

Stealthily, almost in complete silence, the glowing orange pelt of a tiger slinked into view, body moving in a fashion that was almost serpentine. His massive paws crushed the soil beneath him, and a low rumble came up from inside him, making my insides quiver. Our eyes locked, as we circled around one another, pacing steadily, as though sizing one another up. I don't think, prior to that moment, I realized just how massive he was compared to me, towering over my slight form, yet looking every bit as graceful and lithe.

We continued our little dance for several paces, and then both of us froze, our pelts heaving, as we each waited for things to get underway. I was the one who ended up giving in first, rising up onto my haunches. My body shrunk and the skeletal structure distorted, and the black fur gave way to a naked body with smooth, glistening flesh, jet black eyes shining through the dark, and flaring nostrils, fists clenched in anticipation for the moment my partner moved to echo me.

Soon enough, he stood up as well, his orange fur receding, but the black stripes remaining in place where they were inked along his skin. His eyes still seemed to glow with that tiger-like ferocity as they slid along every inch of my nude, exposed form. Part of me felt like covering myself up, mostly due to instinct; my hand moving to cover the clean-shaven swath of my pubic triangle, and my arms pushing together to conceal my nipples- though this only succeeded in pushing my breasts closer together, arousing him further, I felt sure. I remembered what we'd come here for, and the shyness slowly trickled away, my grip around myself slackening, and my gratification at his want for me increasing drastically.

Already he sported a long, thick erection for me, his cock slowly waving from his pelvis and his massive scrotum seeming even more swollen, as though full to capacity and ready to be put to use. He began to pace up close to me, and instantly my skin burned, before he'd even laid a finger on me.

“I really enjoyed seeing you today,” he said, and now it was my turn to ogle him, looking him up and down, staring at that beautiful body of his, and the thick, veiny masculinity that would bring about the end to my virginity.

“I did too,” I said, smiling at him, trying to keep this romantic, and avoid letting it become too perverse too quickly. “I just... Wish that we could have acknowledged one another... Out in the open, I mean...”

“Our time will come,” he said, in a reassuring voice that I couldn't help but believe. He brought a hand tenderly up to the side of my face, cradling my head in his grip, and stroking his fingers through my hair. “What matters is that we’re together right now, and no one can take that away from us.” He leaned into me, and kissed me on the forehead. It sent butterflies shimmering through me, and though I craved even the slightest application of his touch, I couldn't help but find myself just a little bit frightened in that moment all the same, like I was just now fully realizing the strange reality of our situation.

He slowly pulled away from me, letting his warm, soft lips dissolve away from my flesh, and when he caught sight of my fearful expression, he seemed concerned.

“Are you sure you're ready for this?” he asked, genuinely wanting my well-being as much as he wanted me sexually.

I hesitated, biting my lower lip. I cast my eyes briefly to the side, trying to steady myself. We'd been planning this night for so long, and I'd been anticipating it with such fervor... I simply couldn't allow myself to back out now and let that all be thrown away.

“We can... I mean, there's always some other time,” he said, and I suddenly pricked up, certain that I couldn't let this be delayed a single night further.

I didn't have the right words to say, and so I let my actions speak for themselves. I leaned in, and kissed him on the lips, without muttering a sound. We'd kissed before, but not like this. It was a long, slow deep kiss, lasting for several drawn out seconds. And when we pulled away slightly for breath, we came back together again almost immediately, pushing our tongues into one another's mouths- an act that had yet to occur between the two of us in our generally mild mannered interactions.

When we separated at last, Vincent had his answer, and I could tell by the look on his face that it had indeed been a satisfactory one. He looked at me with something of a renewed, crazed hunger in those eyes of his, and said, in a low, titillating voice, “Well, alright then...”

Before I knew it, he was back on me, and the two of us were on one another more intensely than ever before. He pulled my body into his, his hand on the small of my back and bringing me so deep into his flesh that I thought the two of us might melt into one another. He ravished me with his kisses, overwhelming me, and making me love him more and more with every second that rolled by. His hot, scalding erection pushed hard up against the quivering flesh of my abdomen, sliding along me, and the contact turned me on like you wouldn't believe, making me wet, and bringing out a series of light whimpers from deep inside me.

Slowly, he brought me down to the forest floor, and his thick, muscular body enveloped me, covering me up like a blanket. I felt myself sizzling beneath him, the mild discomfort of the undergrowth against my ass and spine seemed like nothing compared to the immense pleasure I felt as a result of his delectable touch.

He put his mouth onto any spot along my body that he could find, lapping up my skin, which, at this point, was covered with a thin layer of sweat from the humid night air. His lips slid from my mouth to my cheek, then to the side of my neck. His teeth sank lightly into me, giving me a hickey that I thought instantly that I would have to conceal later on. But at this point, I felt that I no longer cared about that... About the secrecy, the animosity between his people and my own... All there was right now was this love, this moment, and all of the pleasure contained therein.

His lips continued to fall along me, and as he ran his mouth along the line of my clavicle, like he worshipped the damn thing, he took my breasts in his hands, much to my immense satisfaction. I let out a moan of pleasure, and he began to grope, to caress, to knead up my tits like dough beneath his light, nimble fingers. God, could this man touch a woman...

As though to drive home the sincerity of his pleasure at satisfying me in that moment, he promptly brought his mouth down against my breasts, and things were quickly pushed past their already intense, unbearable heights. His lips dissolved around the flesh of my left nipple, his teeth sank into the flesh, and I could feel it hardening, growing sensitized in his mouth. He pulled back on it, making it grow even more erect with pleasure, and he rolled his tongue repeatedly around its perimeter, as though simply to drive the point home.

He suckled reverently upon me, filling me with so much delight that words simply could not describe it. I moaned, squirming in the undergrowth, and after a while of this he switched to my opposite breast, doing the exact same thing, and continuing all the while to ravish its twin with his love. Back, forth, back, forth he went, making my head spin with delight, and my satisfaction at having finally gone through with this, immense beyond my wildest dreams.

I was getting wetter and wetter, warming up for him below, and as though he detected this somehow, I felt his fingers beginning to creep down along my body. I shivered as his free hand began to slide up between my legs, and then tenderly he began to caress the moist skin of my pussy. He pushed the lips around, getting me more and more ready for him by the second, and then he put his fingers inside of me, making me quake all over. His fingers slid gingerly into my vagina, prodding in and out, in and out, in and out, filling me up with a luscious friction, and driving me absolutely wild. Between the nipple stimulation and the manual ravishing of my pussy, I wasn't sure I could take much more.

But just when I thought things couldn't get any better, he decided to take it all just one step further.

His lips slowly dissolved away from the skin of my nipple, the teeth marks in my flesh still settling slowly fading away. He put his mouth back onto my body, letting his kisses fall down, down, down along me, paying special care to the slight fleck of my navel, like it was the most delectable little thing in the world.

Then, at last, he pushed my trembling thighs wide apart, his nails sinking lightly into the skin of my legs as he did so. He looked up at me, with predatory eyes, and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean, tasting my fluids of arousal.

I held my breath, and closed my eyes, as he began to lower his head down into me.

I gasped...

My chest swelled with pleasure as his lips began to dissolve against those of my warm, wet pussy. He kissed it several times, slowly working his mouth through the flesh, then pushing his tongue inside me. It twisted around inside me, ravishing me, dipping in and out, sliding around, as though he sincerely desired to taste every last delectable inch of my dripping floral folds. I cried aloud into the night, and my spine began to arch up from the ground, the leaves stuck to my spine crumbling gently away as the moments rolled by. He ate me with a skill and precision that I might never have suspected, gripping my flesh for dear life as he licked and lapped, his tongue penetrating deeper and deeper, knifing apart my folds like there was no damn tomorrow.

I kept making slight, girlish squeaking noises, about which I might have been embarrassed under very different circumstances. But he just kept eating and eating, swallowing my cunt whole, pushing more and more of himself into me, and practically smothering himself between my legs. Tears began to drip along my face, I think with the realization that we'd at last succeeded in making this a reality as much from the sheer, unbridled pleasure of it.

Without meaning to, my legs began to twist up around him, tightening around his head like a vice. My very bones were trembling, and I pulled him deeper and deeper into me, holding him so close that I might never again relinquish him. He ate and ate, and then, God help me, he brought his hand back up between my legs, and pressed firmly against my sensitized clit. Sensations coursed through my pelvis in waves, and he just kept holding, holding, holding steadily there. I screamed, and shook, and his tongue kept twisting, twisting, twisting, and oh God, oh God...

Orgasm shot through my body like a drug, causing me to squeeze so tightly up around him that I might have destroyed him. Wave after wave of it shook through me, practically exhausting me, until at last I was forced to unleash myself, sighing heavily, and letting him loose once again.

He remained with his face between my legs for several seconds, as though to ensure he'd milked every last drop of pleasure from inside me. Then, he pulled his lips gently away from my pussy, and brought them slowly, slowly up to my mouth. I tasted myself on him, my head still woozy as we kissed and kissed and kissed.

He was getting ready, I could tell, to mount me soon, rising back up, repositioning himself. However, just at that moment, I felt almost obligated to reciprocate for him, and I nonverbally directed him to remain risen to full height as I moved up forward to him on my knees.

I swallowed hard as I stood face to face there with the engorged purple tip of his erect penis, trying to figure out how best to get a decent handle on the situation. I slowly reached up to him, and began to slide the skin around, pushing it from tip to base, pulling it back forward, letting the clear sticky streams of pre-ejaculate go dripping down along his shaft.

He sighed as I stroked him, which gratified me, and gave me courage to move onto the act that I'd not felt wholly capable of prior to now. I licked my lips, opened my jaws wide, and swallowed him up.

My lips melted around his bulbous tip, and then slid down, down, down along his shaft, all the way to its base- much further along him than I'd believed myself capable of reaching. I felt his tip touching down against the very back of my throat, making me feel like gagging, yet the sigh of pleasure this evoked from him as he rested in my warm mouth made me feel capable of suppressing the urge. I slid slowly, slowly back along him, building up an immense suction as I worked my way back toward his tip, and then letting it diminish once more as I pushed forward toward his pelvis yet again.

Back, forth, back, forth I pushed, working up a rhythm, getting a damn good handle on the situation, and twisting my tongue around his shaft. I loved the repeated groans of pleasure from up above, and at one point I couldn't help but touch myself as I sucked him off, aroused as I was by his satisfaction.

At last, with a last, long, deep swallow, I held myself pressed up against his body, nostrils flaring as I struggled to breathe. I looked up at him with innocent eyes, studying his almost orgasmic face, his eyelids shut and his mouth slightly open. We were in sync to the point that I knew he was coming close to the edge, and if I worked him much harder he would be forced to release on me early, which neither of us wanted just yet.

When I thought he'd had his fill of my tight hot throat, and when I could contain him no more, I slid slowly, slowly, slowly back along him, spitting him fully back out, his delectable cock now covered in my fluids. He smiled down at me as I struggled to regain my breath, and once I'd managed to I smiled back at him, knowing that we were both ready for the moment of truth.

I sprawled out across the ground, onto my hands and knees, my body in position for him. I spread my legs wide, looking over my shoulder at him, and he mounted me from behind like an animal. His striped tan skin pressed down against me, the two of us grinding together in our sweaty intensity, and he ran warm, wet kisses along my neck as he aligned his genitals with my own down below.