ready.
At last , he stood. “I can’t wait any longer. I must have you. If you are willing, I have something in mind you will get pleasure from. And so will I,” he told her.
Natalie didn’t say a word. She knew the sexual feelings flooding her body wouldn’t be missed by a man like Tanner. All he needed to do was look at her face to know she was his. He walked the length of the table to pull her into his arms. His kiss was urgent, desperate. His need for her excited her.
Upstairs in his masculine bedroom, the heavy velvet drapes were drawn, and dim ceiling lights cast an ominous, sensual glow to the room. Natalie noticed that the polished emerald-colored trunk was open, but she couldn’t easily see what was in it. She’d become familiar with the toys he used in the playroom in Italy. The trunk looked like a toy chest, possibly an adult toy chest. She hoped it was, and felt a pang of conscience at knowing her own willingness for the secret toys.
Tanner lost his hands in her thick hair and bent her head back, nibbling at her neck. He licked the swell of her breasts , and began to breathe heavily. He stepped back to regain control and bent down to take off Natalie’s leather pumps. He ran his hand up her thighs and felt his heart beat louder, when he realized she had no stockings or garter. His hands reached under her dress and found only a tiny thong, which he pulled down and off. Her boldness was plain.
Standing , he noted the only jewelry she wore were diamond studs in her ear lobes, which he intended to leave in place. There was something exotic about sex with a naked woman wearing only two, tiny diamond stones. He reached to unzip the back of her dress, slowly, teasingly, and let it drop to her feet, so she could step out of it.
Before he could release her lovely breasts from the satin bra, something caught his attention. Natalie froze. H e couldn’t tell if the look in her eyes was fear or shyness. Did she think he’d be mad?
A cross the front of her right hip, in a lovely, black script, was etched the word - Tanne r .
His heart stopped. “You got a tattoo?” He said , incredulously.
Natalie saw the icy look in his eyes. His mood was ever-changing. He’d just been so sweet, but now he was different. She hoped it was lust, and not anger. She’d have to learn to read him better.
“Ye s,” she said, raising her chin as a challenge.
“Did you think I’d be angry?” h e asked, his eyes blazing. “You endured pain for me. You are completely mine. The design is a symbol of that. It excites me.” He hesitated. “Tattoos aren’t easy to undo…later. I mean if you aren’t with me…..”
He couldn’t believe he was saying that. The idea that she’d ever be with any other man incited insane jealousy, deep within him. Yet, he knew he couldn’t be everything she needed. Someday she’d marry, surely. Although… at the moment, he couldn’t envision it.
Natalie looked at him, without so much as blinking, and answered, “You are the only man for me. There won’t be another.”
Their eyes locked , and Tanner felt a current run through him. His cock pressed against his pants. He rapidly undressed, literally ripping his clothes off, and tossing them away. Natalie stood, only in her satin bra, proudly wearing the etching of Tanner’s name across her delicate skin.
26 - Reuniting
The lovemaking was sweet and slow. Natalie noted that Tanner communicated best through the act of sex. Whether he was angry or loving, his preferred method of expression was through their physical connection. She felt joy over his loving touches, and a new surge of desire to give him pleasure rose within her.
She’d know n that Tanner was experienced in many sexual techniques, but this time his precise stroking of her with his thick cock highlighted the extreme expertise he possessed. She adored having him inside her, filling her full. They were naked on the satin sheets with Tanner on top.
He began with a stroke
At last , he stood. “I can’t wait any longer. I must have you. If you are willing, I have something in mind you will get pleasure from. And so will I,” he told her.
Natalie didn’t say a word. She knew the sexual feelings flooding her body wouldn’t be missed by a man like Tanner. All he needed to do was look at her face to know she was his. He walked the length of the table to pull her into his arms. His kiss was urgent, desperate. His need for her excited her.
Upstairs in his masculine bedroom, the heavy velvet drapes were drawn, and dim ceiling lights cast an ominous, sensual glow to the room. Natalie noticed that the polished emerald-colored trunk was open, but she couldn’t easily see what was in it. She’d become familiar with the toys he used in the playroom in Italy. The trunk looked like a toy chest, possibly an adult toy chest. She hoped it was, and felt a pang of conscience at knowing her own willingness for the secret toys.
Tanner lost his hands in her thick hair and bent her head back, nibbling at her neck. He licked the swell of her breasts , and began to breathe heavily. He stepped back to regain control and bent down to take off Natalie’s leather pumps. He ran his hand up her thighs and felt his heart beat louder, when he realized she had no stockings or garter. His hands reached under her dress and found only a tiny thong, which he pulled down and off. Her boldness was plain.
Standing , he noted the only jewelry she wore were diamond studs in her ear lobes, which he intended to leave in place. There was something exotic about sex with a naked woman wearing only two, tiny diamond stones. He reached to unzip the back of her dress, slowly, teasingly, and let it drop to her feet, so she could step out of it.
Before he could release her lovely breasts from the satin bra, something caught his attention. Natalie froze. H e couldn’t tell if the look in her eyes was fear or shyness. Did she think he’d be mad?
A cross the front of her right hip, in a lovely, black script, was etched the word - Tanne r .
His heart stopped. “You got a tattoo?” He said , incredulously.
Natalie saw the icy look in his eyes. His mood was ever-changing. He’d just been so sweet, but now he was different. She hoped it was lust, and not anger. She’d have to learn to read him better.
“Ye s,” she said, raising her chin as a challenge.
“Did you think I’d be angry?” h e asked, his eyes blazing. “You endured pain for me. You are completely mine. The design is a symbol of that. It excites me.” He hesitated. “Tattoos aren’t easy to undo…later. I mean if you aren’t with me…..”
He couldn’t believe he was saying that. The idea that she’d ever be with any other man incited insane jealousy, deep within him. Yet, he knew he couldn’t be everything she needed. Someday she’d marry, surely. Although… at the moment, he couldn’t envision it.
Natalie looked at him, without so much as blinking, and answered, “You are the only man for me. There won’t be another.”
Their eyes locked , and Tanner felt a current run through him. His cock pressed against his pants. He rapidly undressed, literally ripping his clothes off, and tossing them away. Natalie stood, only in her satin bra, proudly wearing the etching of Tanner’s name across her delicate skin.
26 - Reuniting
The lovemaking was sweet and slow. Natalie noted that Tanner communicated best through the act of sex. Whether he was angry or loving, his preferred method of expression was through their physical connection. She felt joy over his loving touches, and a new surge of desire to give him pleasure rose within her.
She’d know n that Tanner was experienced in many sexual techniques, but this time his precise stroking of her with his thick cock highlighted the extreme expertise he possessed. She adored having him inside her, filling her full. They were naked on the satin sheets with Tanner on top.
He began with a stroke
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