Desperately Entwined (Touched By You 8) (6 page)

Tanner kicked off his pants, and
naked beside her, his cock pressed against her thigh. She reached over to touch it, her fingertips raking across the tight skin, veins bulging. Her light touches teased, and he groaned. Having to control her loving touch, he rolled on his back, pulling her on top of him. He kissed her hard, his hand at the back of her head, holding her to him.

Warm electricity ran through her at his demanding kiss. She rubbed her belly against his stiff cock, and rose on her knees for better leverage. She angled her hips over his cock
and pressed her wet sex over it. She used his hot shaft to stimulate them both. She slid up his cock, slid back down, then up again, rubbing her wet pussy with his length.

Tanner fondled her breasts, letting her pleasure herself with his stiff member. She wasn’t sure if he would come that way, or she would, but she couldn’t stop. So intense had been her arousal from Tanner’s foreplay, that even post-orgasmic, she was still h
igh on the pleasure. Heat radiated deep in her core, spurring a new urge to orgasm, and she moved a little faster.

Pressing harder, his swollen cock open
ed her outer lips. Sliding her wet opening over him rubbed her clit each time she slid back. Tanner panted under her and grabbed her ass to assist her motions. He eyed her firm breasts, bouncing each time she stopped at the base before pushing back up.

He squeezed her ass and gripped her firm cheeks, spreading them slightly as he helped her rub over his huge cock. He could have come so easily, and had to look away from her to
prevent it. He heard her panting, and felt her glide over him. God, she was sexy.

Her
panting got louder and she emitted a whimpering, moaning sound. She slid faster and faster. Arching her back, she cried out, still moving when the waves of orgasm began.

“
Ahhh….ahhh….ahhh,” she panted, bringing herself off over his thick stalk. It felt so good, and she pressed harder getting as much friction as possible.

Reaching her
peak, she began to slow and relax. She fell against Tanner’s chest, her knees still bent. He placed one hand on her back, and with his other he reached down and touched her sex, wanting to feel the last pulses of her clenching pussy.

He rolled her over, so he was on top. Straddling her, he
kissed her with an urgency she returned. Far from satisfied, her orgasms only served to give her temporary relief. Still she craved having him inside her. He moved his hips, letting his heavy cock rest on her belly, scorching her skin with its heat. She moved her hips, letting him know what she wanted.

Spreading her thighs with his palm, he touche
d her tender folds. He dipped into the sweet cream, and put his fingers in his mouth to taste her. He sucked and then traced his fingers over his lips. “You taste so good,” he said, his eyes shiny with fervor.

He fisted the base of his cock and
angled it down to her wet opening, touching just the tip to the apex. Using the thick knob, he rubbed it over her clit, buried beneath the skin. She felt it deep inside. Having come twice already, his cock, flicking over her, rendered intense sensation in her pussy.

Tanner push
ed his knob past her outer lips and dipped into the soft inside. She whimpered and spread her legs further. He slid in, just an inch further, not trusting that he wouldn’t come too fast. Natalie arched her back beaconing him. He slid in a little further, and she felt a wonderful stretch. She leaned up to him, pushing him in more.

He slid the rest of the way, deep into her, and groan
ed. Her pussy was so tight.

Natalie stilled for a beat at the stretched feeling of him inside
her. She wanted him deep, as deep as she could get him. Pressing up and spreading her legs wide, she opened herself fully for him.

Tanner lost it. He began to fuck frantically, unable to stroke fast enough. He ground his hips, a
nd leaned over to bite at her distended nipples. He fucked so hard, a slapping noise sounded as he hit her depths, his balls banging against her. Sweat beaded on his skin, and his breath came in raspy gasps.

Natalie panted and kept tempo with his strokes. The more he pounded
into her, the more she wanted. “More….I want you more,” she breathed.

Lost in his feral ravaging of her
, he fucked harder. The bed quaked under their wanton, torrid sex. Nothing existed but each other.

He pinned her hands to the bed, and angled his hips a bit to better stimulate her clit, but never stopped movi
ng. He pounded into her, feeling her strong muscles grip his swollen cock. The start of her muscles convulsing around him was like an explosion. The tendons on his neck bulged as he ground into her.

Natalie cried out, and fell into a powerful orgasm that started slow but heavy, and continued for a long ti
me. The look on her face during her wild release sent Tanner over the edge. Sensing she was at her peak, he let his own orgasm take him. He groaned loud and long, like a wild animal trapped. He stiffened, giving her everything he had.

Unable to come down from the pleasure, Natalie rubbed her hips in circles against Tanner. Her orgasm peaked out, on a gradual diminishing pleasure with no definite end. She float
ed on the ecstasy of their lovemaking, and breathed in a rhythm, still softly moaning.

Tanner dropped beside her, eyes closed, spent. He’d given himself
to her, completely. Unable to move, he breathed heavily to regain strength. When his muscles seemed to respond again, he put his arm around her waist and tipped her head against his chest.

Natalie put her leg over
his, resting it between his thighs. Not satisfied with that, she turned on her side, wrapping her body around him. One leg draped over his thigh and one arm over his chest, her hand on his shoulder. She nuzzled her head under his chin. Wrapped around him, she sighed and closed her eyes.

Not yet able to
drift off, she listened to his steady breathing while he slept. She loved him so much she thought her heart might burst. A sudden unwelcome feeling of desperation, that he might go away, or might disappear, swelled in her chest. Entwined with him, she hugged him tighter, feeling panic rear its head.

Unable to bear the thought, she closed her eyes tightly and focused on his
muscled body, feeling his warmth. He loved her, she had no doubt. Steeling herself to have faith, she took a deep breath and drifted back to the fresh sensations of lovemaking. Her skin tingled and her body flushed. There would never be anyone but Tanner. There never could be for her.

The next morning,
Tanner was up early, letting Natalie sleep peacefully. After completing a few important tasks, he stepped out into the fresh morning air. He breathed in the smell of the sun, the flowers, the earth, and looked up toward the clear blue sky. He smiled at what the special day would hold, and went inside to wake up his love.

He
peaked inside the bedroom, sun just beginning to come through the windows, striking brightly against the white walls. Natalie was on her stomach, breathing shallowly, her dark hair covering her pillow. The sheet had fallen aside, and Tanner was captivated with the lovely sight of her flawless bare skin. Her naked bottom, round and firm, and her shapely legs were so beautiful. His gaze drifted over her slender back and shoulders, her arms splayed over her head in a relaxed repose.

She looked angelic in her sleep, a
gorgeous young girl, who he loved more than anything in the world. Catching her in such an innocent pose knocked him off balance. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly want her more than he did, his desire reached a new level, seemingly endless in its capacity to grow. He hesitated to wake her, and could have sat for hours just looking at her delicate femininity.

Softly, he
stepped to the edge of the bed and knelt, pressing his lips to her warm skin. He kissed along the backs of her thighs, and over her firm ass. She stirred and nuzzled into the bed, beginning to wake up. He ran his palm over her back and down her arm. Pulling her hair aside, he kissed the back of her neck.

“Tanner,” she said sleepily.

“Good morning, time to get up,” he said softly.

Natalie groaned, not easily pulled from her morning dreams. “Hmm,” she purred, and rolled o
ver, one arm above her head, the other pulling the sheet across her to snuggle back in.

“Oh, no you don’t,” he teased, and pulled the sheet away
. She giggled.

The sight of her creamy breasts made him stiffen under his shorts. He said, “You look like an angel
dropped from the sky, naked on the bed, still half asleep.”

She ran her hands through his hair, and he kissed her with an intimacy that only he was allowed. Her soft lips parted and molded to his, and he ran
his hand over her sensual body.

“Come baby
,” he said, pulling her upright. “Let’s shower together.” He dragged her from the bed, hugging her lovingly, before leading her from the room. She stumbled along behind him, still drowsy.

T
hey showered and Tanner washed her hair. He gently massaged her scalp, and proceeded to soap her body, admiring every inch of her. And they switched off, with Natalie washing him next. Her hands played over his muscled form, finding every curve and muscle, washing being only a pretense for feeling and teasing.

The sex that followed was furtive, each of them gripping each other madly, their wet skin slick. Tanner lifted her
with her back against the shower wall, holding her up with one hand under each thigh, fucking her hard and fast. The water ran over them like a warm waterfall, and the cold marble of the shower wall behind her back, lent new sensation. She panted and moaned, Tanner’s strokes carrying her into a dreamy orgasm.

He came
with her, not willing to wait, riding the thrill of the moment. Still breathing heavily, he let her down, and kissed her naked body, smelling of soap. She ran her hands through his wet hair, and floated on the sensations he created with his hot kisses.

They dried each other off, and dressed. While Tanner made breakfast, Natalie explored the cottage. She adored it, and was so glad that they’d agreed to keep it, even thought they’d have a home in the city. The aroma of
sweet peas and lavender smothered the natural smells of the cottage. Still there was a slight, damp odor in the bedrooms. It was earthy, and not at all disagreeable.

She opened the closet of one of the bedrooms and scooted the hangers around on the wooden b
ar to inspect the clothing. She guessed the dresses had belonged to Tanner’s mother, Caitlyn. She took time to examine a few of them. In an effort to know something more about his past and get a feeling of his mother, she tried to imagine a woman with blue-gray eyes, looking vaguely like Tanner, wearing them.

Clothes often have a feeling about them, a spirit if you will, of those who have worn them. She put her nose to one of the dresses, but it had been so long, it no longer retained any
reminders of the owner. It smelled only of the dampness of the cottage, the wood of the closet, and the age of the cloth. There was a jacket that looked just about her size, so she tried it on. It was a little short in the sleeves. She turned to look in the full-length mirror behind her.

It intrigued her that Caitlyn, deceased when Tanner was so young, had worn this very same j
acket. She wrapped it around tighter, trying to go back in time, letting her mind take her there. She put both hands in the pockets, and looked in the mirror again.

She felt something, like a cardboard, in the right-hand pocket, and pulled it out. It was a photo. The image of Tanner as a small boy gazed back at her, his eyes so blue even then, and his dark hair cut in a boyish style. He was a slender youth, not the muscular man he
’d become. He looked so pure of heart, and adorable, she wanted to hug him.

Kneeling be
side him was Caitlyn. She clutched her son and smiled at the camera. The evidence of her love was in the photo. The picture personified a mother’s love for her son. It radiated from the scene. Tanner stood solemnly, looking shy, not smiling.

Seeing the picture changed Natalie in some indefinable way. She’d known about Tanner’s childhood, but seeing Caitlyn with him conveyed more than words could. It touched her that he’d had a rough time with his father, and was orphaned, if only temporarily. Looking at the image, a snapshot in time captured so long ago
, she thought of that same boy, now a grown man, and her only love.

Her romance with
Tanner had spiraled into a fire she couldn’t put out. He was hot and domineering, and always would be. She liked that about him. But she was permanently committed to him, and she wasn’t sure he wanted that.

She knew him, the man he
really was. They’d grown closer over time, or she had. Now, she realized with sudden finality that she couldn’t go through life wondering if he would still be around.

H
er life, and most of all her heart, had become inexorably entwined with his, and she floundered for some reassurance. Every part of her life was woven together with his like a fine tapestry of Tanner’s own design. There was no way to untangle, nor had she the will to do so. Her life had changed irreversibly.

She loved him more than she should
. That was the problem. Maybe if she loved him less, it would work. But there was nothing she could do to lessen the love she felt for him. No matter her intentions, her love only grew, without boundary. The full magnitude of her love for him was undeniable. She couldn’t fool herself, or pretend any longer that she didn’t need his commitment to her.

Her heart melted at
the romantic scene of the day before, which only made it worse. It was like letting her see, smell, and touch, the most decadent chocolate desert any gourmet chef ever created. But not letting her have it.

Yet, she knew he loved her. She believed him about that. And still she needed more.

She’d done her best to enjoy the moment, not think about the future. She could no longer do that. She couldn’t say why, nor did she really know why. She just couldn’t, and felt ungrateful. She was ashamed that she demanded more, when she had so much, making her question her own rationality.

Still looking at the sweet photo,
she saw with blinding clarity that she loved Tanner more than she should. She couldn’t degrade what they had together by accepting less. There was no compromise possible any longer.

But
she had no idea if Tanner wanted more. Asking was out of the question. If she had to ask, then she had her answer already.

Earlier env
y of Jazzy and Cheryl stabbed sharply, making her feel worse. There was no question she’d tried her best to repress those unwelcome emotions. It was not within her power to do so, and it seemed the course her romance with Tanner had taken, only made it more difficult.

The situation was impossible
.

Natalie sobbed,
tears dripping onto the glossy surface of the picture. She slid the jacket off her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. Stuffing the sentimental photo in her pocket, she pressed her hands to her chest to calm down, and took several deep breaths.

She never thought it wou
ld end like this. Tanner’s over-the-top romantic efforts had backfired. If only he hadn’t been so sweet and intimate and caring. The flowers, the piano song, the lovemaking, the shower, it was too good and too painful. He made it impossible to retain even a shred of indifference. He made her love him beyond all tolerance, yet there was no future in that. None at all.

Striding through the co
ttage, she hit the front door at a jog, needing to flee before Tanner saw her. What would she say to him? How could she ever explain? It was never her intent to hurt him, never.

It was inevitable.

The door to the cottage closed solidly behind her and she sprinted toward the trees not far off, having no idea how to handle the situation. Tanner caught a glimpse of her flashing through the living room, and heard the door shut. He’d just set the plates on the table, and was about to call her.

He went into instant alert.
Natalie fleeing the cottage without a word was a shock. He’d thought everything was going so well. He couldn’t imagine how he’d messed it up.

He reached in his pocket to reassure himself that an important item was still ther
e, and sprinted to the door after Natalie. He could see her running along the path, and had no worries about catching up to her. Where could she go?

His heart raced,
adrenaline flooding his body. He had no clue what was happening, and like always, had no idea what she might be thinking. In any case, he resolved to put everything right.

“Natalie,” he called. “Wait!”

She kept running, and he increased his speed to close the distance between them. Birds sang cheerfully, and the panoramic view of the countryside swept past him. He neither cared, not saw any of it. His single focus was on his love, running away from him as fast as she could.