TJ Michaels

Chrysalyn was strong, compact and hippy, just the way he liked his women. Small package. Whole lot of beautiful female.

“Time to lose the swimsuit, Chrys,” he groaned around a succulent mouthful of her lovely areolas. Her stupefied “what” made him chuckle. He repeated his request, each word said with a little pluck to her nipples. She appeared ready to swoon.

“Chrysalyn, do you want me to stop,” he growled, backing off just enough to allow a cool stream of air to pass between their bodies. “Do you want me to stop, sweet?”

“Oh god, no!”

“Then. Remove. The. Suit.”

With trembling fingers, she reached up and with a flick of her wrist undid the string secured around her neck. The top of her halter style bikini fell free, revealing the tasty treats Rahn had been suckling through the fabric. And they were beautiful. Her breasts were full and firm, the color of caramel cappuccino with Hershey’s kisses nipples. Damn. With his chest wedged between her knees, he couldn’t resist feasting a while longer and pulled the entire crown into his mouth while his fingers ducked into the warm flesh between her thighs.

There he found so much honeydew pleasure, he wanted to drown in her. The sounds echoing from her throat as he explored with lips, tongue and questing fingers were seductively sexy. But he wanted to push her over the edge, kick her ecstasy up a notch until she screamed to the heavens from now until the end of time.

Finger slick with cream, he raised them up to her parted lips and pressed them inside.

“Taste yourself, love.” Her tongue snaked out and wrapped around his finger, pulling and sucking until he felt the sensation clear down to his swollen balls. “God, woman, your scent is so sweet I can’t wait another minute to sink my tongue into that pretty pussy.”

She nodded dumbly, but didn’t move, just sat there on the edge of the bubbling Jacuzzi, trembling as her chest heaved up and down. He would just have to be patient, because if he dared put his hands to her swimsuit bottom, it would be a shredded piece of no-good fabric when he was done yanking it off of her succulent body. A succulent body with too many clothes on it!

Clenching his hands, he ground out, “Chrysalyn. The bottoms, sweet.”

“Uh, yes. Okay.” The words were breathy, lost. Hungry. And all for him.

She stood on the submerged seat and peeled the wet bottoms over the curve of her ass, down her lovely legs and dropped them on top of her sodden top on the deck. Settled again on the tub’s edge, she spread her legs and flashed a siren’s smile. The smoldering heat in her light brown eyes said come fuck me now. The engorged lips of her succulent pussy, spread wide for him to see, screamed even louder. But no cock for her. Not yet.

He called quietly to his spirit guide one last time before he gorged himself on Chrysalyn’s dewy folds.

‘Mahpiya, lend me your senses.’

The reply was so faint, he almost missed it.

*Take what I offer, my charge, and enjoy your mate.*

And then she faded away completely, leaving him and Chrysalyn truly alone. Closing his eyes, he allowed the power and aura of the lioness to fill him until the very essence of his spirit guide whistled through every pore in his body. Then he lowered himself down into the water until only his chest was visible. The aroma of her sex, heightened by the lioness’s keen senses, smelled of clean, fresh woman. And something else he couldn’t quite pin down, like honey syrup and cardamom spice.

He kept his gaze pinned to hers as he pushed her thighs as far apart as they would go. The woman was practically doing the splits on the edge of that tub and he would take full advantage of it.

One swipe of his tongue up her dewy slit caused a strangled cry to erupt from between her lips.

“Oh dear god!”

A second pass brought on a shudder so intense, he thought she might keel over into the hot tub.

“Rahn, oh yesss.”

A third sent her spiraling toward release. When the two of them had spent time together years ago, she’d never given him complete access to her body like this, saying she wanted to wait until the time was right. He’d been frustrated then, but now he was glad. This did feel, for lack of better words, right. Not forced or awkward. As if the pieces of their lives snapped together with perfect precision. The response to his touch was something he’d never dreamed of. It was as if he’d unwrapped a beautiful present, uncovered a rare jewel. And if her wild cries were any indication, the idiot she’d been engaged to had never gifted her with this kind of loving. Pride filled his chest as his lips and tongue continued to work her over.

“Oh, god. Rahn, no more. I can’t take it,” she screamed.

Mmm, what beautiful music. The cries torn from her throat as her orgasm peaked and consumed her filled his head as she exploded. The climax was forceful enough to set her slick channel clenching around the tip of his tongue and her legs trembling even while her knees wrapped tight around his head and her fingers gripped the edge of the tub.

Head thrown back, spine bowed, she gave herself up to his attention until she was a trembling mass of pliable flesh. Finally, Chrys collapsed backward onto the warm deck.

When her breathing returned to normal, she sat up and looked at him. What was that? Confusion? Fear? He couldn’t tell.

The next instant, she snatched her wet swimsuit up off the deck and headed through the glass doors that led to her bedroom. The definitive snap and click told him she’d locked it behind her.

What the hell? Just as he started to go after her, Mahpiya’s powerful presence charged back into the familiar place in his head.

*Hoksila, leave her be for now.*

Fuck. ‘No worries, Mah. I can tell she needs a minute alone and so do I.’

His mate. Wow, he’d never expected such a thing. With that, Rahn climbed out of the tub and went back to his room. He flopped backward onto the bed, wrapped his fingers around his aching erection and closed his eyes. What would Chrysalyn’s hot cunt feel like wrapped around him? Would she grip him tight? Would she yell like she’d done a few moments ago?

With his mind full of fantasy and his cock as hard as iron, he pulled and stroked himself until his balls drew up tight against his body. His come geysered onto his chest. The eruption provided scant relief, knowing he wouldn’t be fully satisfied until he’d sunk into Chrysalyn’s sweetness, binding her to him completely.

But why hadn’t he realized this years ago? Mahpiya chimed in.

*Because you were not ready to receive such a gift, hoksila. Certain events in your life have brought you to a place where you can appreciate her. Rest assured, Chrysalyn is the one.*

‘Thank you, Mah. Thanks for looking out for me.’

*My pleasure and my duty,* she whispered, retreating to her favorite corner with a yawn.

After a cat nap, Rahn rose, showered again and headed to Chrysalyn’s room. He was determined to win her, heart and soul. May as well start now.

It was still early enough, couldn’t be much past ten a.m. Perhaps she would have breakfast with him?

“Chrys,” he called quietly, tapping on her door.

No answer. Maybe she was napping as well?

“Chrys, love?”

Easing the door open, he was hit square in the chest by her scent, followed keenly by a disappointment so palpable he could have torn it in two and thrown it overboard. The room was empty. Chrys was gone.