tiny nub and made it swell with the attention I gave it.
Nigel hadn’t given her body attention quite like this. He might’ve made her shake with a few orgasms as their intimate session went on, but I planned on making her cry out much louder than he did. I wanted her to scream my name, to shudder under me and tell me she was mine in every way.
Her thighs trembled beneath my hands, and I held onto them tightly as I lost myself in pleasing her. I would do anything to make sure she was not afraid of me, to convince her that I was sorry for hurting her. I’d never hurt Thana again, not unless she wanted me to, not unless she asked. The guilt I felt for what I’d done was only overshadowed by my sheer desire for her.
Thana’s breathing shifted, her body starting to spasm uncontrollably, muscles tightening as I sucked on her clit. My eyes were closed, but I could imagine how she looked well enough: her fingers grasping the sheets, her mouth open and panting, her eyelids squeezed shut as the pleasure became too much to ignore in her lower half.
When she came, she came beautifully. She came with a loud cry, her legs locking around my head and her hips beginning to grind against my face. She came in a way she hadn’t with Nigel, and even though this wasn’t a competition, I still felt quite smug in the fact that I’d brought her to an orgasm so quickly.
I was slow in lifting my mouth off her, my chin wet. My gaze traveled along her as I ate up her naked form, imprinting how she looked in my brain forevermore. If Nigel found out about this, which he surely would, for he knew everything that went on here, if this was the last time we were together… I didn’t care. It was worth it.
Running a finger along her slit, circling her entrance, I found she was wet. Wet and ready for the taking. My inner tiger let out a growl, and that growl surfaced in my throat as I crawled up her, leaning my forehead against hers as I grabbed my length and stroked myself. She still panted, still riding the high of the orgasm, but I couldn’t wait. I had to know what she felt like, had to feel her body wrapped around my cock and milking it. My tiger wanted that, too.
My cock, with little guidance from me, pushed into her cunt smoothly, filling her up with one thrust of my hips. Once I was balls-deep in her, I had to stop, had to press pause and close my eyes, let out a low groan. She felt fucking amazing, better than I could’ve ever imagined. I never wanted to pull myself out of her, never wanted to be apart from her.
The others might not know it, but I knew after this, she would always smell of me. If there were any others in the circus who were like me, a tiger, they would know. They would know and they would steer clear of her in respect for me. That wasn’t what would happen with Nigel, I knew, but that didn’t stop me.
Her hands found my face, cupping my cheeks, and I was slow to open my eyes and meet her stare. Those pretty amber orbs stared up at me, pupils dilated in arousal, her hands so unbelievably soft on my skin.
It was as we stared at each other, as I hoped she realized I meant every single word I’d told her before this, that I started to move my hips in a rhythm. In and out, and each time I pulled out of her, I was desperate to get back in, to fill her up yet again and feel those tight, wet walls taking hold of my cock.
The human side of me wanted to go slow, not to rush this particular session, to make the most of it, but the animal inside wanted to go hard and fast, and with Thana’s hands on my cheeks and her eyes on me, that’s exactly what I did. My hips began to jerk, pushing my cock inside her at a rapid pace, causing her to match my grunts with her own moans. Eventually, she dropped her hands, her back arching beneath me as I buried myself inside her.
I kissed her jaw, nothing but the sounds of our sex filling up the tent, though the air