His eyes drifted to the tattoo of his name, branded on her skin. He leaned over, biting the flesh of her hip, holding it in his mouth like he wanting to eat her alive.
Stil l holding her open, he blew across her inner sex, and her clit tensed hard. Lightly, he blew up and down over her intimate area watching her eyes, shiny with arousal. From under the bed, he grabbed a flat box and found two nipple clamps. They looked a lot like clothes pins with cushioning on the inner surface, and had pink feathers dangling from them.
Natalie’s eyes widened when he clipped one on each tiny nipple, feeling the pinch. The tight pinch sent a taught sensation directly to her sex as if a string linked her nipples to her clit. She heard her own panting, the only sound in the room. Not saying a word, Tanner went back to his play with her intimate area.
Parting her outer lips again, he slaked his tongue over her moist tissues and dipped it into her delicious cre am. “Hmmm,” he purred, and dipped his tongue into her sweet pussy.
Holding her wide apart, he slipped two fingers into her wet slit, and Natalie g asped. He moved his fingers in a fucking motion, feeling her tighten around them. With his other thumb he rubbed over the skin covering her tiny clenched pebble, continuing to slide his fingers in and out.
T he pressure on her nipples and stimulation of her clit, combined with the decadent finger-fucking coaxed her toward another orgasm. She whimpered, panting in rapid gasps, and the muscles in her thighs tensed. Tanner showed no sign of letting up, and she had no thought of delaying her release, almost within reach.
Tanner played her clit like a fine instrument, leading her into a crescendo of intense pleasure. His other fingers slid in time with his expert touching and rubbing. He watched her eyes glaze over and her head roll to the side. His cock swelled to new proportions at the sound of her piercing scream, strong erotic waves rocking her slender form.
Natalie screamed with abandon, pressing her head hard against the bed. Gripping her wrist tightly, she nearly cut off circulation. Every muscle in her body clenched tight, and her toes curled, as the sweetness of the orgasm took over. Her nipples swelled under the torture of the clamps and her taught abdomen turned to steel.
Taking a few seconds to come back, she realized Tanner had re moved the nipple clamps. He squeezed her breasts in his palms, enlivening the tortured tissue. She felt good, so good, like floating on a cloud in a dream. No strength was left in her body, and she thought to lift her head but could not.
Tanner put his arm under her shoulders. He kissed her flawless skin, under her jaw, around her temple and over her cheeks. She roused in his embrace and parted her lips for his tender, lustful kiss. He slanted his mouth over hers, his heat flooding her. She pressed back in a lip-bruising kiss, finding his tongue and loving it with her own.
Pulling back, Tanner looked into her deep brown eyes and said, “Turn over for me baby.” He rolled her onto her stomach, positioning her ass up, high on the pillows. She was in a perfect position for spanking, but that wasn’t what he had in mind.
With strong hands he parted the cheeks of her ass, and raked his thumb along the crack. She shuddered with sensation.
“Yes baby, let me have you.”
She pressed her breasts into the cool satin sheets, her thick hair flowing around her. She felt the tip of his thumb press against her tiny opening, and the feeling protracted into the depths of her vagina. She sighed and closed her eyes, intent on the sensation.
Tanner squeezed her bare ass in his palms and placed his cheek against her back, feeling the blood pulsing heatedly through her veins , rising and falling with her heavy breathing. He massaged her ass, bringing new stimulation to her.
“I’m going to fuck you from behind,” he whispered and lifted his head to take in her reaction. She couldn’t fathom why just