Fierce Possession (Touched By You 9) (2 page)

“Tanner, oh God, Tanner.”

He leaned down and kissed her, but not lightly this time. He pressed hard, his hot kiss sending her to a new level of excitement. His tongue brushed against hers, and she matched his loving stokes. The kiss was long, needy, and Tanner’s breathing was fast, heavy.

Pulling away, he kissed along her jaw and down her neck. Natalie fisted his hair, drowning in his kisses. His hand cupped her breast and his tongue swirled over the curve and around her nipple. Covering it with his mouth, he sucked, making her whimper. At last, he was giving her painfully tight nipples stimulation to mute the ache.

Natalie ran her hands over his shoulders and upper back. He was so strong and virile. Tanner continued to love her breasts, sucking her nipples and tasting her skin, making her clit throb in response. His tongue flicked across each nipple several times before he dropped lower.

Over her ribs and down her abdomen, Tanner licked and kissed as though unable to get enough. And he couldn’t seem to get enough. He wanted to devour her, consume her. The sweetness of her skin, and the feminine scent she exuded when sexually excited, turned him into an animal. He wanted to eat her alive.

“You taste so sweet,” he purred, lifting his head to see the glazed look in Natalie’s eyes. Resuming his enjoyment of her, he kissed over her vulva, and pressed her thighs apart. “Baby,” he moaned, then kissed her sex, making her clit burn.

Panting faster, Natalie pressed her head into the bed, and let her legs fall wider apart. Tanner kissed over her wet slit then dipped his tongue inside her. She tasted so good, and she was so wet. He was going to lose his mind. Spreading her outer lips, he blew over her sensitive flesh, loving the soft whine she emitted.

Touching his tongue to her slick cream, he felt his cock lurch. His balls ached, and his cock needed to be inside her. Yet he delayed.

“Baby,” he breathed, and let his tongue dip under the tissue protecting her clit. Ever so lightly, he swirled and flicked over it, then covered it with his mouth and sucked just so. All Tanner wanted at that moment was Natalie’s pleasure. All-consumed with that intent, he rolled his tongue around and over her clit relentlessly.

The pulsing of Natalie’s sex was accompanied by a feminine scream, one of delicious pain and pleasure, voicing her explosion of need. Breathing in, Tanner was lost in the scent of her orgasm. Soft, wet, hot, and racked with waves of orgasm, her pleasure made pre-cum seep out of him. It was all he could do not to come along with her.

Placing his hands on hips, Tanner felt the last his love’s shudders of pleasure. He kissed the inner side of her thighs and over
her sex. Kneeling, he pulled her into his arms and held her.

3 – Say It

Natalie fell limp against Tanner’s chest. He stroked her hair, and slowly she came back into herself. The tingle and warmth gave her a dreamy feeling. Yet with her new husband holding her, the only focus possible was his erection burning against her skin.

His palm was spread over her mid-back, and he held her close. His other hand slid down over her ass, and he squeezed gently. His fingers slipped between her legs from behind and touched her t
ender tissues. It felt so good.

Natalie kissed his chest and his nipples. Then she dropped back to the bed to lean down and lick his cock. The veins bulged seductively along the shaft, and she fingered the hard knob, red and swollen at the end. Pre-cum streamed out, and smearing it around the head, she locked her fist over it and felt the wetness.

Tanner groaned. His balls ached and his cock was burning. There was only one thing he wanted: Natalie. Lifting her up, he let her guide his hard shaft into her hot pussy. Just the tip at first, but Tanner panted loudly and cried out, as if in pain.

Lowering her so her knees were on the bed, he let her take him. He felt her stretch around his size, and he almost came then. Still kneeling, he let Natalie come down, all the way over his cock. She whimpered with pleasure.

Unable to easily move without coming, Tanner kissed Natalie and plunged his tongue deep into her mouth. The action reminded him of his cock, filling her up, and he lurched inside her. She panted quietly into the kiss, and his breathing speeded.

With her knees bent, Natalie straddled him. He held tight to her waist to keep her from stroking up and down. “Say it,” he whispered in her ear.

Natalie looked into his eyes. She was so beautiful, so sexy. He’d never be able to get enough of her. He knew he wouldn’t. Understanding dawned, and she kissed his mouth tenderly. “I am yours,” she said.

“Louder.”

Natalie kissed his mouth again, and louder, she said, “I am yours, Tanner.”

The pain of waiting was nearly too much. Tanner let his head fall back and he looked at the ceiling, barely a distraction, but it helped. Looking down into her eyes once again, he repeated, “Louder.”

Natalie kissed his jaw and his shoulder, and then began to roll her hips forward and back. “Oh, God,” Tanner gasped.

“I am yours,” Natalie said in a voice bordering on a shout. She ground her hips, and her wet pussy moved over Tanner’s cock, despite his efforts to keep her still.

“I am yours,” she said again without being asked.

Tanner gazed with lust at his beautiful wife. Her flawless skin, flushed from sex, her dark hair, mussed and alluring. And her hot pussy wrapped tightly over him. It was too much. If she kept moving he’d lose it.

The strong muscles of her vagina clenched him without warning, and her pussy started to pulse. Natalie’s panting became screeching, and she shouted over and over, “I am yours, Tanner, only yours, Tanner. I am yours.”

Tanner pumped her over his pulsing cock, and let his cum pour into her. The release was sudden and powerful. It ripped from him everything he had, and the feeling was one of intense ecstasy combined with an ache in his heart that felt too good. He came long, and very hard. He pumped into her until the last drop was wrung from him.

All the while, Natalie screamed. Intermittently, she voiced, “I am yours,” but at her peak, unable to talk, she could only gasp, “Ah, aaaaah, aaaaah.” It was music to Tanner’s ears. When Natalie collapsed in his arms, he fell back on the bed and pulled her on top of him. With her hands on his shoulders and her head on his chest, she relaxed against him.

Several minutes passed before she slid off and propped herself up on one elbow to look at him. She brushed her fingers across his forehead cheek with a satisfied look on her face.

Tanner put his palm on her cheek, and said to her softly, “I am yours.” Her eyes watered, and she pressed her cheek into his palm. “I’ll always be yours,” he said, and the ache in his heart was like a knife. He knew she was everything to him. He could never live without her. He wouldn’t want to.

Natalie sighed. Tucking her head under Tanner’s chin, she pressed against him. All nervousness had passed, and all she wanted now was to be with him. She didn’t know how something could be so good, and hoped there wasn’t a fall to come. Her wedding night was everything she had ever hoped for, and it was only getting started.

Tanner retrieved their champagne, and they sat in bed drinking and talking. Through the night, they made love more than once. In the early hours of the morning, Natalie snuggled next to her husband with her leg draped over his thighs, thoroughly spent. Yet if he had touched her, Natalie knew she’d be unable to resist. She never would.

But Tanner slept too, at least for the few hours they had left. Very early, the wakeup call rang, startling them out of a deep sleep. Tanner ordered coffee for himself and hot cappuccino for Natalie, which room service brought up immediately. His private jet was scheduled to take off soon, flying them to Cagliari, the capital city of Sardinia, for their three-week honeymoon.

Natalie assumed Andre had slept in the hotel, because he was waiting outside their door when they exited. “Good morning, Andre,” Natalie said.

“Good morning, Mrs. Clarke.” Andre grinned and gave a slight bow.

“Natalie to you,” she replied, grinning back.

“As you say.”
Andre nodded.

Once on the jet, Natalie was glad to see Alicia, who would serve them on the flight. And Tanner’s pilot, Jonathan, came back to greet them. He expected a smooth flight and they’d be taking off shortly. Originally, they’d thought of flying to Italy and taking the ferry to Sardinia.
But Tanner had instructed Jonathan to land on the island; he’d go to Italy later, if they decided to venture that far.

Their luggage had been delivered to the airport and put on board for them. Natalie had what she’d need for the flight in her overnight bag. Although having traveled to many countries now, flying still excited Natalie. The takeoff was exhilarating, and she held Tanner’s hand, all smiles.

“You look pretty good for having no sleep last night,” he said.

“With you, I don’t need sleep.” She winked. “You give me all I need.”

Tanner’s blue eyes sparkled, despite the dark shadows underneath. “Well, we can take a nap later. It’s about an eight-hour flight.”

As much as Natalie wanted to stay awake and not miss anything, the lure of the soft bed in the stateroom finally got her. Tanner slid in next to her, cradling her in his arm, and that was the last thing she remembered until he jostled her awake. “We are about an hour out, baby. I thought you’d want to wake up a bit.”

As expected, the plane descended into Olbia Airport within the hour. Fully awake, and refreshed from her nap, Natalie couldn’t wait to land. The Italian island was not far from Corsica, and was the second-largest island in the Mediterranean. Sardinia was known as one of the most romantic honeymoon places in the world, and after much deliberation, Natalie chose to go there for the three weeks alone with Tanner. As she stepped off the plane, she already knew that was a good decision.

4 – Honeymoon Suite

The dazzling beaches and transparent blue water were an exact replica of what Natalie had seen in travel brochures. Hotel Romazzino was nestled on a private beach in Costa Smeralda. The white Mediterranean-style building was perched on the hillside, overlooking the sea. Rolling green hills made the perfect backdrop for the tranquil oasis.

The surrounding gardens boasted scented myrtle and Mediterranean flowers; the intoxicating perfume surrounding Natalie as she walked to the lobby with Tanner. Inside were dark polished-tile floors, soft white sofas, and artfully designed pillars against white stucco walls—definitely elegant beach décor.

The honeymoon suite looked out over the white beach and clear blue sea. The theme of white walls and dark red tile continued, along with blond furniture and paintings of the area. The room was comfortably elegant and romantic. The private patio lent a view of the rolling green hills, and Natalie could see several white yachts and sailboats on the water in the distance.

Tanner stood behind her with his arms wrapped around her. “You like it?”

“It’s amazing. Of all the places we’ve been, this is the most romantic.”

“You don’t think that could have something to do with the fact that it’s our honeymoon?”

“It has everything to do with the fact that it’s our honeymoon.” Natalie pressed her head back against his chest affectionately, and rubbed her hands over his forearms.

“Well, before we get carried away, I’m starving,” Tanner said.

Natalie realized that she’d eaten very little since the wedding. She’d mostly slept on the flight, and although Alicia had served food, being preoccupied with the arrival, Natalie hadn’t done more than taste. “Me too. If the food is as amazing as the room, I’m in.”

The hotel restaurant offered fine dining, and like everywhere Natalie had seen so far, was on a second-story patio overlooking the sea, with views in every direction. The waiter was more
than happy to tell them about the available menu, proudly boasting that it showcased a variety of food with influences from the Phoenicians to the Spanish. None of that meant much to Natalie, but they had a wide variety of seafood choices, which pleased her.

Examining the wine menu, Tanner settled on a wine from Sardinia, the 2011
Sella and Mosca La Calla Vermentino. “This will be very crisp and dry, a good pairing for your seafood.”

“Sounds delicious.”
And it was. Natalie sipped the pale straw-colored wine, noting a definite citrus flavor. They nibbled on olives and breadsticks while waiting for their food. Knowing the dress code, Tanner had changed into a light jacket and looked impossibly handsome.

Natalie slipped off her sandal and rubbed his ankle with her toes. Tanner suppressed a smile and said, “Hmm, this is a good restaurant.”

“Yes, and it only gets better,” she teased.

So far it was
a dream come true. Sardinia was a honeymoon paradise, and Tanner was unnervingly sexy in his tailored jacket, with his thick, dark hair lightly gelled, the auburn highlights gleaming in the late afternoon light. Natalie loved him so much. And she hadn’t seen the fleeting look return. Their special night together had been perfect, and his relaxed demeanor was encouraging.

In any event, they’d have three weeks together. If there was anything, she’d find out. After all, that was what honeymoons were for: to get to know each other better. With no distractions or interference, that should be easy to do. Plus, she thought of all the sexy lingerie she’d brought, and her cheeks warmed. Definitely, she’d get to know him better, in many ways.