Slap me later

[WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. READ WITH CAUTION.]

All the shreds of shame Ivy felt as Tiger explored every part of her body, disappeared. His hand was rough and she could feel the calluses on his palm against her skin, yet his touch was surprisingly gentle. He nibbled on her neck, her collarbones, and her upper chest, and still didn't stop as he traced a straight line down to her navel.

"Hah…" she breathed out heavily as she gazed down at him. "Tiger."

Ivy felt a little lightheaded, as if the heat of her body was cooking her brains. She stroked his unruly hair while he rested his hands on either side of her hips. Another moan escaped her parted and slightly swollen lips, only to clasp his hair when she felt him hook his fingers on her thin panty. 

"Wait!" she panicked, earning his attention. "What are you doing?"

Tiger furrowed his brows, confused. "Taking it off?"