Read Whispered Confessions (Touched By You) Online
Authors: Emily Jane Trent
Turning, Natalie looked at him. Her lovely brown eyes filled with sadness. “What? Tell me. I need to understand.”
“It wasn’t just that. I have been keeping the lid on my jealousy, you know. But
first
…he sends you candy.”
“The Godiva chocolates?”
“Yes. And
then
you are gone late—to a meeting he’s running. I let that go. I was trying, baby, I really was.”
Natalie just looked at him, unmoving. He had no choice but to continue. “Tonight, when I saw him with his arm around you, and you were laughing…he was laughing. I just…couldn’t take it.”
“But Tanner, none of those events have any relevance to each other. Don’t you see that? He sent chocolates to all the designers. And the meeting was with a buyer, which happened to run late, unfortunately.
“Earlier tonight, when he put his arm across my shoulders briefly, he was just proud of my designs. At that moment, he was telling one of the buyers that I was a talented designer. That was a friendly hug. There was nothing sexual about it.”
Tanner could see the error of his ways. Events had stacked up, fueling his jealousy. Each time something happened, he’d tried to brush it aside. Yet repeatedly, the threat surfaced. Natalie believed what she was saying—that it was friendly, not sexual. In some ways, she was still naïve.
Natalie was so gorgeous. Looking at her, still wearing the sexy lace gloves, her dark curls tousled around her shoulders, his heart wrenched. She really had no idea what a beautiful woman she was. Voicing her concern about other women being attracted to him neglected the other side of the issue.
Tanner knew his wife was desirable, and given opportunity another man would not only want her, but take her. He couldn’t let that happen. He’d die without her. Right that moment, as mad as he’d been, and as upset as she still was, he wanted her so bad it hurt.
“I’m not accusing you of anything, baby. It’s just…when I see you with another man…I lose my mind.” That much was true. Tanner saw her eyes soften. Her lips parted and without thinking he bent down and kissed her.
The kiss started with a questioning touch to see if she’d allow it. Was she too mad? But when he felt her melt in his arms, the kiss became hard and passionate. He couldn’t talk; he couldn’t breathe. All he wanted was Natalie, his wife.
The fury of his passion exploded and he carried her to the playroom. Encouraged that she didn’t object, Tanner sat on the bed with her on his lap. He kissed her again and again, drinking in her sweet taste, loving her scent, and the feel of her in his arms. Natalie, his wife, his love; he cr
aved her. He craved her so much it made him a madman sometimes.
Natalie had been so angry, but it was impossible to stay mad when all she felt was Tanner’s love. His jealous rage was annoying, and she had told him what she thought about it. It didn’t change how much she loved him, though. Nor did it change how she felt when he looked at her with lust flaring in his beautiful blue eyes.
She wanted him. It didn’t matter that maybe she shouldn’t. Or that she’d been determined to stand her ground. When he kissed her like that, she melted. His fury was both annoying and intoxicatingly sexy. Natalie was beginning to understand herself better. Conflicting emotions didn’t make her want him any less.
Locked in the playroom with Tanner giving her a lip-bruising kiss, Natalie wanted him to take her. That was all she wanted. She didn’t want to be mad or fight. They’d said all they needed to say. It was over. And now she felt weak in his strong arms, wanting his love and his strength.
Tanner removed her clothes, except for her gloves, and she undressed him. Kissing her palms through the lace, Tanner whispered, “I like these. We will leave them on.”
Looking at her flushed cheeks, Tanner knew her arousal. He held her in his arms and kissed her neck, feeling her tremble slightly. Understanding her need and his, Tanner sat her on the bed. He went to the cabinet to retrieve a long length of rope.
Natalie’s eyes glistened with excitement. Expertly, Tanner wound the rope around her body in an asymmetrical pattern. Japanese rope art had many forms, and once before he’d bound her to the bench at the foot of their bed.
This time he wrapped the rope so one arm was behind her head and the other arm straight down, bound to her side. Placing pillows under her, he supported her weight and made her comfortable. This was about eroticism, not pain. He finished by bending her knees and binding her ankles to her thighs. Pulling the ropes to the perfect tension, her thighs were open, revealing everything. The delicate lacy gloves covering her palms added an additional note of sexuality to the scene.
Looking at her tied up in an artful manner, Tanner thought she looked like an angel residing in his bed. Her dark curls fell in disarray over the pillows. Her smooth, flawless skin and pouty lips were sexy beyond belief. Standing close, he took the liberty of stroking her inner thighs and watching her expression.
The fact that she liked this as much as he did swelled his cock until it ached. He looked with delight at her pussy, pink and sensitive. In a raspy voice, he said, “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Natalie looked at him; her brown eyes alight with need.
“I have to confess,” he said in a whisper. Tanner leaned close to her. “I like you like this. You look damn sexy, wound up in rope, ready for me to take you.”
“I need you, Tanner,” she whispered back; feeling only good, only pleasure.
Tanner knelt at the side of the bed and lovingly felt along her thighs. Knowing she couldn’t move, that his stimulation would be all the more pleasurable as a result of it, pushed him closer to an intense sensation of his own.
He licked her sweet pussy, letting the cream cover his tongue. Natalie whimpered but stayed securely in place. Swirling his tongue over her slit and around her tense clit, Tanner knew she wanted to squirm but could not.
Looking up, he enjoyed the sight of her naked breasts open to view, cupped by the rope. He leaned up and swirled his tongue around her creamy breasts, avoiding her distended nipples, and knowing the torment he caused.
The speed of Natalie’s feminine panting increased, her only way to release the tension. He kissed her jaw and ran his tongue around the curve of her ear. “You taste so good.”
“Tanner.”
He looked at her, and she said it again. “Tanner.”
She bit at her bottom lip. “It feels so good.”
“I know, baby.” He kissed her lips tenderly and, with his palm on her ribs, went back to stimulating her. With his mouth over her sex, Tanner gently sucked. The sound of Natalie moaning and her heavy breathing encouraged him.
Loving her pleasure, wanting her arousal, and feeling the urge to give her a mind-shattering orgasm, Tanner continued his ministrations. Rubbing her belly and reaching up to cup and squeeze her breasts, he couldn’t give her enough pleasure fast enough.
He flicked his tongue over her clit and felt her body tense, though she could barely move. Swirling around her most sensitive area, and alternately dipping inside her, Tanner sought to bring her into a heavy orgasm.
Succeeding in his aim, Tanner heard her scream. He felt the intensity of her release radiate through him. Though he couldn’t feel her move, he felt her body tense, and her pussy pulsed against his mouth. He felt her pleasure as she peaked and fell down the other side of the powerful waves. He kept his lips against her until the last spasms subsided, her scent making his cock drip.
Grabbing the end of the rope, Tanner wound it around and around, quickly removing it. Natalie collapsed onto the bed, moving in wild abandon, still feeling the last of her orgasm and able to move with the sensation. In her dreamlike state, she felt Tanner slip her lace gloves off and kiss her fingertips.
Opening her eyes, Natalie looked at her husband. His cock was thick with arousal, and the look of pleasure on his face could only be from what he’d just done with her. She held up her hands, motioning him to come toward her. He covered her mouth with his and she kissed him deeply.
The intensity of what she’d experienced was beyond description. She no longer needed to voice the need to submit to Tanner; she understood now. Natalie wanted him, and she wanted him so completely, that everything he did only made her
want more
.
Only by letting him take her, overpowering her with his male sexuality, could she hope to get enough. But even then, she couldn’t. All she wanted at that moment was to have him inside her. “I need you,” she whispered in his ear. “I need you inside me.”
Sitting with his back against the headboard, Tanner pulled her onto his lap. She felt his hot erection against her skin and a deep sensation coursed through her sex. He held her against him with her back to his chest.
He guided her to bend her legs and put her feet on his thighs. Then he slid his huge cock inside her. She was so wet and so ready that he slid all the way in one motion and Natalie gasped. With the rock-hard muscle of his thighs under her feet, she pushed up and down over his cock.
Tanner panted loudly and moaned as she stroked him. The feeling of him gave her a satisfaction that nothing else did. With every stroke, the strong muscles deep inside her clenched harder. She felt a heavy convulsion deep in her core.
Tanner’s thick cock pulsed and Natalie rocked faster. He held her at the waist, assisting her. As she pumped over his cock, she felt it grow larger inside her and her clit turned to a tiny pebble. The instant Tanner yelled out, he throbbed inside her, heavy and strong.
A second orgasm, more powerful than the first, took her, and Natalie rode to the peak with Tanner plunged deeply into her. Sweating and panting, she couldn’t stop moving. She didn’t want to. No matter how much she took, or how much she gave, it was never enough.
It never could be enough. Her love for Tanner was unending and her desire for him had no limit. She could only imagine what was to come. But she knew for sure they’d be together. Jealously might rear its head, his or hers. But that was because they meant so much to each other. The mere thought of anything that would tear them apart could send either of them into an emotional spin.
Finally relaxing, Natalie draped on top of Tanner. With her cheek against his hard chest, she listened to his pounding pulse. His heart, the man she loved. She stroked his chest with her fingers.
In a whisper, Natalie said, “You are everything to me.”
Tanner stroked her hair, and she lifted her head to look in his eyes. “I’m sorry if I explode sometimes. I just have so much love for you, baby. Can you understand that?”
“Yes, I do understand. Some day maybe you won’t ever worry, because one day you will know beyond the shadow of a doubt that there is no other man for me but you.
Only you.”
Tanner pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly. The warmth of his lips, the sensual scent of him, was delicious. His
strong hands caressed her back, and the thrill of being so in love with her wonderful husband was nearly too much to bear. Natalie had confessed everything to him: her jealous, her needs, and most of all, her love. And her husband had done the same. The future held such promise, as long as Tanner was by her side. That’s all she needed, or ever would.
*****
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Emily Jane Trent writes steamy romances about characters you’ll get to know and love. The sex scenes are hot, and the romance even hotter! If you are a fan of stories with a heroine that’s got spunk and a hunk of a hero that you’d like to take home with you, these stories are what you’re looking for. The Touched By You series will let you escape into a fantasy, and you won’t want it to end—ever.
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