Bound by Love by Emily Jane Trent Page B

bare pussy made his cock swell and pulse.
                  The silence of the room and the privacy of the setting added an erotic tone, leaving them both taught with arousal. Tanner placed his hands on her inner thighs and opened them for his pleasure. He leaned in to taste her sweet honey, and was aroused further to find that she was dripping wet. He breathed in her female scent, and tasted her sex.
                  Natalie’s soft panting sounded against the sturdy cottage walls giving it a reverberating note of deep sexuality. Tanner kissed all over her wet slit and her smooth mons. Natalie whimpered, uncontrolled. She threw her head back, her long shiny hair touching the antiqued piano surface, making a photogenic scene.
                  Tanner lost himself in her sweetness. His tongue ran wild over her wet slit and dabbed at her tensed clit. She spread her legs further and curled her toes against his muscled thighs, tight under the soft cloth of his pants.
                  Soft light from the overcast skies filtered through the windows, creating varying shades of pale skin and soft fabric. Tanner put himself to his task, having only thoughts of Natalie’s mounting pleasure and his pressing need. His hot mouth and tongue played Natalie’s sensitive tissues with an experienced talent, and her body tensed in anticipation.
                  Tanner had no thought for delay, with only a mind to devour her. Relentlessly, his tongue flicked her tiny pebble clit. He showed no mercy. Natalie leaned back on the piano lid, her legs spread wide. At the moment her orgasm started, she went rigid and her legs stiffened. She pressed her ankles against the sides of Tanner’s body. Obliviously, he continued in his stimulation until her loud, long scream rewarded him.
                  He slowed his movements, moving away from her clit, and kissed and nuzzled her fragrant pussy. His cock nearly burst through the cloth of his pants. He stood and ripped them down, jockeys and all, to let his huge, heavy member spring free. He rubbed his balls and fisted his cock, moaning at the minor relief.
                  Roughly, he lifted Natalie into his arms and was to the wooden dining table in two long strides. He placed her on the thick, table mat covering the sturdy table, and swept aside the useless flower arrangement, letting it drift to the floor with a remote thud.
                  He took Natalie’s skirt by the waist and pulled it down with one strong movement. He ripped off the rest of his clothes and Natalie matched him, ripping hers off with equal speed. He grabbed her above the knees, and pulled her to him. She was on her back. Tanner stood in front of her, at the end of the table.
                  Natalie wrapped her legs around his waist, her feet just above his round, muscled ass. Her dark hair fell in huge waves around her. She looked at Tanner’s huge, needy cock, and moaned. He leaned over and kissed her hard, kissing, bruising. She matched his ferocity, which incited him further.
                  Standing up, he fisted his cock, purposely showing it to her and dangling the masculine display before her eyes, wanting to drive her into a wanton passion. His actions worked as he intended. Natalie’s cunt tightened and hot, heavy heat flowed into her lower body. She squeezed him tighter with her legs, pulling him to her, begging for his entry.
                  Tanner cupped her breasts, kneading and playing. He tweaked her nipples and bent low again to bite them. Natalie squirmed and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling violently, driving him over the edge. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her just slightly over the edge of the table.
                  Lightly, he ran his finger over the tattoo of his name – Tanne r – over her right hip. The sight of the etching wrenched his heart, and his bulging