mouth and suckled her.
Natalie arched her back, pressing harder against his mouth,
her fingers threading through his hair to grasp him tight to
her breast and urge him closer.
As he sucked, warm cream seeped between her thighs, and
she wriggled against his restraint, undulating her lower body
to seek relief from the tension building inside.
Rene groaned and released the taut tip of her breast, then fluttered his tongue against it, soft and fast as a butterfly’s wing.
She urged him toward her other breast and mewled like a
kitten when his tongue curled around the straining nipple. Fire
leapt beneath her skin, racing lower, and her head thrashed on
the coverlet. Her body was no longer hers to control.
Like a puppet master, he tweaked one nipple with his fingers and sucked the other, pulling heat to the tips, until they
stood rigid and engorged. When he bit her gently, she gasped
and bucked beneath him. “Rene . . .”
“That’s right. Let go,” he murmured, and nudged a knee
between her legs. “Let me hear your pleasure, chère .”
Eager to feel his touch on the place that burned hottest,
she spread her legs to let him slip between and rubbed her
inner thighs against him. Cool air licked at her moist folds.
He scooted lower, his hands smoothing around her waist
and down to cup her buttocks. He trailed kisses along her
abdomen, sending shivers across her skin. When his tongue
lapped at her navel, her belly jumped.
Overwhelmed by his lovemaking, Natalie trembled and
gasped for breath. Her fingers tightened on his hair, and she
tugged him lower.
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Soft, strained laughter gusted on her belly, but he complied
with her unspoken request and his lips glided down.
Then he was there, poised above her pussy. He blew a
stream of hot breath over her. His hands encouraged her to
raise her knees, and he pushed them open to splay wide.
Exposed, his for the taking, tremors racked her whole body.
“Please, Rene,” she whispered, and pulled his hair again, digging her fingertips into his scalp.
“Relax, sweetheart. Shhh,” he crooned, more breaths washing over her. His hands smoothed up her inner thighs, pausing an inch on either side from her outer lips.
Then his fingers touched her, rubbing her plump outer
folds, massaging her gently until her sex pulsed and emitted
soft sucking sounds.
When his tongue slipped between to flutter the edges of
thin inner lips, Natalie’s shoulders rose off the bed, and she
cried out. “ OhGodOhGodOhGod . . . ”
Fingers circled, rimming her opening, dipping just inside
and slipping away, then returned to tease more moisture from
her body. He groaned—a rumble that vibrated against her
flesh.
“Christ, you’re wet!” His tongue stroked inside and lapped
twice more and retreated.
“No . . . more!” Natalie lifted her hips, seeking more of his
intimate caresses.
“So sweet . . . you’re killin’ me, baby.” His mouth closed
around her inner folds, and he sucked, drawing, tugging them
into his mouth to nibble gently.
Her hips pulsed and she followed his lead, finding a rhythm
he encouraged with gentle squeezes of her ass that eased the
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ache building between her legs. She shuddered and moaned,
her breaths becoming jagged and rasping.
“Come for me. Come for me, now,” he whispered, and then
the pad of his thumb slid up her cleft, glancing on the knot of
bundled nerves at the top.
Natalie keened, long and loud, halting all movement to
savor her escalating passion.
Rene rubbed her clitoris, circling lightly as the coil of excitement tightened inside her. He paused to dip fingers inside
her and draw more moisture, then circled again, harder now,
until the first burst of rapture rippled through her channel.
Suddenly, she cried out as an explosion, like a thousand
splinters of light, catapulted her over the peak. She arched
her body, thrusting into Rene’s touch.
His fingers circled, his
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