Flame of Cytherea: Cytherean Chronicles book 1 by D. R. Rosier Page B

searching for a word for a concept.   When you join with a life mate, it is just
you and them right?   No sex with anyone
else.”
    She gasped and her eyes widened, “No, many life mates are
possible.   What we have, and what we will
or will not have in the future is just between us.   Love is not so narrow as to preclude
others.   And if we ever become life mates
in the future, how would you or I having another change what we have together?”
    She looked frightened for a minute and whispered, “How narrow
minded must your world be?   By the
goddess that’s a horrible concept.   To
limit love so is heresy.”
    His mind was having trouble catching up, but what he was
hearing is he could have others and so could she.   That… seemed wrong.   Didn’t it?
    He asked cautiously, “Heresy?”
    She bit her lip and asked, “Don’t you remember what you felt
when you used your power.”
    He nodded, feeling uncomfortable talking about it at all.
    She finally said reverently, “What you felt, is what she
is.   Limiting that, limiting… love in any
way would be an insult, a heresy.   Do you
understand now?”
    He nodded thoughtfully.   It was still a foreign concept to have more than one girlfriend, or
wife.   It would take getting used
to.   But on the other hand, after
experiencing a connection with the goddess, to deny a love simply because you
already had one seemed, almost ridiculous.
    These concepts fought in his mind for a moment, but he knew
it would not resolve itself tonight, but he had faith it would happen.   After all, he had felt the goddess’s love
too.   Speaking of love… and lust.
    He looked into her eyes, and when he could find no objection
there he pulled her closer and kissed her.   He teased her lips with soft kisses and light brushes of his tongue
while holding her head still by her hair...   He felt her push him back a moment and her leg swung around so she was
straddling him.   He smiled as she moved
back into him and kissed him passionately.   He gasped into her mouth as she ground herself against his tightened
member through their clothes.
    This time he pushed her back and pulled her shirt over her
head, freeing her perky C cups.   The cool
night air hardened her nipples and he leaned over slightly and sucked one into
his mouth, teasing it with a darting tongue and lightly scraping teeth.
    He heard her gasp sharply and he pinched the other one with
his thumb and forefinger.   He felt her
hands at his pants as she loosed his hardness and he stiffened further as she
stroked him with her smooth fingers and palm.   When he moved his hands down she slapped them away playfully and stood,
taking a few steps back.
    She said sultrily as she shimmied her pants down sexily, “If
you want me come get me.”
    He just stared for a minute at her perfect form and wondered
again how he had gotten such a beautiful and amazing woman.   Her brown hair was swaying in the slight
breeze, her eyes had a mischievous twinkle and her amazing smile made him
weak.   Her C cups were perfect and the curve
of her waist was mouthwatering.   She
teasingly spun for him and he knew he was in trouble.
    He got up and tried to grab her, but she twisted out of his
grasp, luckily this time she didn’t elbow him in the face, just giggled as she
danced away.   He smiled and moved in
again, this time focused, or at least, as much as he could with a beautiful
naked woman trying to out wrestle him.
    He wondered why she was doing this for a minute because it
was driving him crazy as their naked bodies brushed and bumped as he tried to
subdue her.   Then of course it was
obvious, she was trying to drive him crazy.   He managed to put her in that same joint lock and put her down on her
knees, face in the dirt.
    He dropped behind her, grabbed her hair and pulled
back.   He checked her with the tip of his
manhood, and she was more than ready, she was soaked.   He impaled her quickly from behind and
slapped her ass