The Tiger's Mail Order Mate (Paranormal Shifter Romance)
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“Oh yes, I forgot. It’s so easy to forget when you’re inside with air conditioning.” She replied as she took off her coat, revealing a loose fitting tank top underneath.
Russell took her coat and folded it over his arm. He looked at her bashfully and handed her the bouquet of fresh carnations. “I didn’t know if you liked candy or flowers so I stuck with flowers.”
She took the carnations, gave them a sniff, and smiled a genuine smile at Russell. “Thank you, these are my favorite flowers.” She said, genuinely meaning it. She gave herself a mental shake to remind herself to stay in the game.
“Wow, I didn’t know that.” He said. “I just picked them because they seemed less presumptuous than roses.” He noticed how the melting heat was taking its toll on Sonja as they walked through the car park. Sweat was beginning to drip down her forehead and down her nose. He hurried her through to his car as quickly as he could. “Yeah the heat is brutal this time of year. Don’t worry, though, there’s always an afternoon thunder storm to break it.”
Sonja sighed in relief as they reached the car. “Good. This heat is absolute murder.” She complained.
“You’ll get used to it.” Russell consoled her, “At least there are many things to do at night. Quite a few people sleep all day during the summer and come out at night when it’s cooler.” He unlocked the black sports car and opened the door for her. He took her bag, put it in the trunk, and closed it. He then climbed into the driver’s side, closed the door and started the engine. “Alright, where do you want to go first?”
“Your place, I would really like to freshen up a bit.” She replied.
“Works for me.” He said as he turned the wheel to head back to his house.
Sonja was taken by the beautiful scenery on the tropical island; she had seen many things in her years as a spy, but none as beautiful as the palm trees swaying in the breeze in the afternoon sun. Seagulls wheeled and dove over the sparkling water and the emerald green mountains loomed in the distance.
He took his time around the twisting route to Onomea Bay. She marvelled at the dense rainforest that surrounded the small one lane road. The jaded spy had finally found beauty and wonder again.
Russell turned sharply into his driveway and entered his garage. They stepped out of his car and he guided her up the stairs into the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?” he asked.
“Water would be good, thank you.” She said politely.
Russell poured her a glass of water from the filter jug in the fridge and handed it to her. Sonja took a delicate sip and placed the glass down on the table. She peered at Russell from the corner of her eye, trying to evaluate the man who would serve as her front while she defected to the USA.
She noticed he grabbed an amber bottle of beer from the fridge and cracked it open. She hoped he didn’t get too terribly drunk. The last thing she wanted was to babysit a drunken baby. Americans are notorious for not being able to hold their drink, she thought.
He took a sip of beer and they both sat there in awkward silence. He tried not to stare at her as she sipped on her water in the sticky Hawaiian heat. He had his cheap window AC unit cranked but it still felt sweltering in the small house. Her white tank top clung to her narrow waist as sweat poured off her. She fanned herself with her hand as she stood in the dusky kitchen since he kept all the windows and blinds closed to deflect most of the day’s heat. It filtered through the dingy blinds giving the atmosphere a dusky glow.
“I really need to take a cool shower.” She placed her empty water glass on the counter. “It’s hotter than balls here and I need to cool off before I overheat, where’s your bathroom?”
“It’s over there,” he replied, motioning towards the closed door. “Just be careful. It connects to my bedroom so if you want, you can lock the other door too. I won’t mind.” He genuinely meant it. He ached to shower with the exotic woman but he held himself in check. He didn’t want to come off as a creep and scare her off. Sure, they were going to get married so she can get her green card, but there was no need to scare her off.
She grabbed her duffel bag and entered the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and took off her clothes. She looked at the old-fashioned claw foot bathtub, which had a floral shower curtain all around, and a jerry rigged showerhead hanging above it.
Sonja turned on the faucet, set the temperature to a nice cool flow, and diverted the water to the showerhead. She peeled off her tank top to reveal a black lace bra and milk white skin. She reached back, undid the clasp, and freed her perky b-cup breasts from their elegant confinement. She stepped out of her leggings and kicked them aside as the water ran into the cast iron tub.
Sonja stepped into the tub and drew the shower curtain around her. She let the cool water cascade over her curvy body to wash away the sticky sweat of the Hawaiian afternoon.
As the water washed over her, she heard a polite knock at the bathroom door. “What is it?” she asked.
“Just a fresh towel for you.” Russell said from the other side of the door. “I usually just keep them in my room because there’s nowhere to put them in the bathroom.”
“Oh ok, just crack the door open and toss it in.” She got a wicked thought, she might have just met the man but damn, he was good looking. “Or you can come in, I don’t really mind.” She said playfully.
Russell’s heart leapt into his throat, and his cock lunged in his pants. “Umm are you sure?” He asked.
“Yes, silly I wouldn’t have invited you if I wasn’t.” She replied with a grin.
Russell grabbed another towel and opened the door. He removed his clothes, tossed them aside, and stepped into the tub.
His breath caught in his throat as he took in Sonja’s toned muscular body. He toned his nervousness down a little and stepped towards her in the tub. He never had anxiety before, maybe it was because he didn’t want to mess up this budding relationship. Sonja met him halfway in the tub; the nylon bristles of the mat tickled her feet. She reached up, drew Russell’s dark head down towards hers, and locked his full lips in a kiss.
He moaned and wrapped his arms around her waist drawing her closer as his tongue probed eagerly inside her hot mouth. His hot, rigid manhood pressed eagerly against her stomach as they embraced in the cool shower. His hands caressed her cool, wet back as the shower cascaded over them in a gentle rain. Outside a peal of thunder sounded, announcing the arrival of the daily thundershower.
Shivers coursed through Sonja as her slick, wet body made contact with his. She felt a surge of hot wetness from her pussy and settled in for some fun. She returned his kiss with gusto, probing his mouth with her tongue, caressing his dark, muscular body insistently.
She gasped as she felt his strong hand caress one of her breasts and tweak its sensitive nipple. She dug her fingernails into his strong back as he massaged her firm breast while devouring her mouth. He moved down to her neck, gently kissing and nipping as the water poured down. Shocks of desire coursed through her with each light nip to her sensitive flesh. He knelt down and took the other nipple in his mouth and suckled gently on it. His hand still caressed the breast it was holding. She moaned loudly and laced her fingers in his black hair as he rolled her sensitive nipple around with his tongue.
She noted his tongue felt slightly rougher than previous lovers, but it felt very nice. The contrast of the cool water and Russell’s hot mouth flooded her senses with pleasure as she stood in the cool shower. More thunder rang outside as the storm rolled on, adding to the passionate atmosphere.
Russell stood back up and drew Sonja back in for a long hot kiss. Their tongues danced as their lips met, stroking and caressing each other. His hand gently caressed Sonja’s firm ass as he pulled her hips into his, grinding his rock hard dick against her pelvic bone. He growled in her mouth as his need grew. She reached up and touched the base of his skull and felt a metallic object and was taken aback, but didn’t say anything. She made a mental note of it and carried on with her seduction.
“Mmm, sounds good.” Sonja replied as she reached for the faucet. “Shower sex can get pretty slippery after all.”
Russell nibbled on her earlobe and gave her nipple a parting tweak as they exited the shower. They towelled each other off with plush white terrycloth towels, he opened the bedroom door and she followed him in. She noticed he had a strange stripe pattern on his back. She didn’t really think anything of it since all humans had some form of striping just some were more noticeable than others, it did, however, add an even more exotic quality about him.
He turned around and smiled as he took her hand and guided her to the king sized bed in the middle of the room. The duvet and sheets were tossed all over the place and pillows were strewn on the floor. She wrapped her arms around Russell and dragged him down to the bed. Her pussy was throbbing and she needed to be fucked.
Russell dove for her neck nuzzling and growling as the intensity of his desire rose. He quickly reached back and pushed the button at the nape of his neck to give himself a dose of the mild tranquilizer that stifled his transformation so he wouldn’t lose control while fucking Sonja senseless. He then moved his head down to her breasts and suckled on each one in turn.
Sonja arched up off the bed as passion swept her away. She noticed a musky odor in the air, which wasn’t entirely unpleasant so she inhaled deeply. As she inhaled, she felt her consciousness get foggier and her sexual arousal heightened. Her pussy throbbed like mad as she felt Russell’s strong hands caress her pale skin. She looked and admired the contrast of their colors as they intimately embraced.
Russell nuzzled each of her perky breasts and slowly made his way down Sonja’s abdomen leaving light kisses and nips in his wake. Sonja was moaning loudly now as he sent shocks of passion through her body. Thunder rumbled outside and the sound of heavy rain drummed on the tin roof, mingling with her throaty moans of desire.
Russell reached the moist juncture of Sonja’s strong, pale thighs and spread them gently. He took in the shock of fire red curls just over her pouting pussy lips.
He looked up and saw Sonja’s eyes partially closed as she breathed heavily. He took a deep whiff and smelled her spicy womanly scent. He savored the smell and his mouth began to water. This encounter was stretching the limits of his control serum, but he was willing to take a gamble. As soon as he saw Sonja at the airport, he knew there was something about her, and he wanted to crack that mysterious outer shell.
He took another deep breath and flicked his tongue down the moist slit of Sonja’s sopping pussy. She bucked up as she felt the intimate contact and her hands went instinctively to his hair and pulled his face deeper into her wet folds. He eagerly obliged her. He ran his tongue up one side of her womanhood and down the other, avoiding her sensitive clit to tease her.
Sonja was getting driven mad with lust as Russell teased her with his oral ministrations. He kept avoiding her throbbing clit with his rough tongue and it was driving her mad. “Just...do...it...” she growled through gritted teeth as she ground her pelvis into his eager mouth.
Russell smiled to himself and placed two fingers at the entrance of her wet well and pushed them gently inside. He felt around and found her g-spot and gently pushed up on it. She bucked up and pulled on his hair harder in response. He then put his tongue softly on her throbbing clit and moved it around gently as he rhythmically stroked Sonja’s internal G-spot at the same time. He rolled the delicate nub of flesh around with his skilled tongue and was rewarded with more hair pulling.
Sonja groaned and squealed as she felt Russell’s fingers gently probe inside her well for her G-spot. She sighed as his tongue rolled her clit around over its raspy surface, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body. He suddenly sucked the sensitive nub of flesh into his mouth and continued stroking her G-spot firmly while maintaining the gentle suction.
She felt her orgasm building deep inside as Russell sucked and stroked her sopping wet pussy. She couldn’t restrain herself any longer and cried out loudly as she felt the tension build deep within her.
Russell took the cue to step up his attention. He increased the pace of his sucking and stroking to finally bring Sonja over the edge of bliss into ecstasy. He sucked harder and stroked faster as her hips feverishly bucked up in response.
It was getting closer, Sonja thought. She relished the erotic sensations as they coursed through her body. This was definitely not like any other seduction she had planned. She usually was the one in full control and always faked the pleasure to get whatever intel she needed out of the guy afterwards, but this time was different. As Russell sucked on her throbbing clit, the passion within her reached a fevered pitch. With one last buck, her orgasm washed over her like tidal wave and she cried out as another peal of thunder rolled overhead.
Russell savored the gush of juices as Sonja came down from her climax. He then moved up and whispered in her ear, “Do you want more?”
“You’re fucking right I want more.” She replied as she wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and pulled him into her eager pussy. She sighed with relief as he filled her with his rock hard cock. He felt really big inside her.
Russell groaned as he was enveloped by Sonja’s hot cunt. He tried to hold back the need to cum right then and there as her tight folds wrapped around him. He caught his breath and began to move slowly deep inside her. Sonja met him thrust for thrust, grinding her pelvis against his as they rocked together to the sound of the falling rain outside.
Russell bent down and gave Sonja another deep kiss as they moved together as one. He felt a deep connection with her, something he had never felt with any of his previous lovers. Maybe it was his protective instinct, or maybe it was the way he was created when he chose a mate, who knows, all he did know is that he wanted more of this mysterious woman.
Sonja moved her hips and accepted Russell’s kiss. She probed his mouth with her soft tongue as he thrust his hard cock deep inside her. She felt another orgasm building with each hard thrust Russell rocked her with. He started thrusting harder and faster as he felt his own climax begin to boil in his balls, and growled into her neck.
He felt the limits of the serum keeping him at the edge of humanity as he feverishly pounded into Sonja’s hot hole. She started clawing at his back as she felt another orgasm jolt through her. Her nails dug in hard as she bucked hard underneath Russell’s muscular body as he grunted and growled, pulsing his seed inside her.
Russell gave one more hard thrust as he felt Sonja’s muscles squeeze his rock hard cock as she came, triggering his own climax. He pushed as deep as he could go and unleashed his thick white cum deep within Sonja’s waiting womb.
Russell nearly collapsed on top of her, panting hard. He felt his dick soften and slip out of Sonja’s well-fucked hole. He then rolled next to Sonja and looked up at the ceiling, listening to the waning storm outside. “That was awesome. Thank you.” He said as he stared at the ceiling. He didn’t want to put her off by staring adoringly at her just yet; she didn’t seem to be that type, anyway.
“No, thank you.” She replied, meaning it. “You know, you are rescuing me from a really bad life. You seem like a really nice guy, Russell. I can’t wait to get to know you better.” Maybe she didn’t have to ditch him once she got her asylum after all, she thought. At least he was good in bed. Now, if he could cook, that would make him a perfect catch. “You know, I’m starving.” She said to him.
Russell sat up. “Do you want me to make you something, or do you want to go out to eat?”
Sonja stretched out, “I think we should stay in. I’m really tired from the long flight and would like to rest a bit, that and it’s too hot to put on clothes.” She said with a mischievous grin.
Russell laughed. “You’ll get used to it, just sit tight in here and I’ll whip up something good. I’ll let you know when i
t’s ready, there’s a silk robe hanging on the closet door you can borrow. I picked it up when I was in Saudi on a mission.”
“Yes, Saudi Arabia always imports the finest silks from Japan and China. You’re lucky to have talked someone out of it.”
Russell laughed as he pulled on his underwear. He didn’t want to tell her that the prince himself was the one who gave it to him for saving his son from an Al Qaida kidnapping. It was his first ever commando mission and he pulled it off with honors. The little prince was so drugged by his captors that they didn’t believe him when he said a giant tiger rescued him from the bad men, and for that, Russell was lucky.
He left Sonja in the bedroom as he puttered around the kitchen. He decided pasta would be the perfect dish for her. Not too heavy because of the heat, and not too light because she was starving. He grabbed a thick loaf of bread from the pantry and cut it in half and spread some garlic butter on it. He popped it in the oven to warm up and melt while he prepared the dish.
He decided on a light dish of linguine tossed in olive oil and parmesan with fresh basil and sundried tomatoes, it was quick, fresh and easy.
He brought a large pot of salted water to a boil and added the pasta. . Since it was fresh, he only needed to cook it for a few minutes. While the pasta did its thing, he whisked together the olive oil, parmesan cheese, some salt and pepper and a hit of lemon juice into a nice light sauce. He pulled the tomatoes out of the fridge and opened the clamshells, sliced each one in half and dropped them into a large Pyrex bowl. He grabbed a bunch of basil from his window sill over the kitchen sink, rolled it into a cigar shape and chopped it finely into thin ribbons, and put it in the bowl with the tomatoes. He then poured the dressing over the vegetables to marinate them for a few minutes while he drained the pasta.
He mixed the whole thing together and removed the garlic bread from the oven. Russell carved off two slices and placed them on napkins on the small wooden table that sat off to the side, near the entrance of the garage. He then dished up the pasta onto small plates and garnished each plate with some fresh salt, pepper and a basil leaf. “Sonja, dinner’s ready.” He announced.