Chapter Fourteen
Natalie
Torture, plain and simple. No pain, nothing of what I’d expected between a scening couple, but my body barreled toward c****x and hovered at his gentle touch.
Feather, I realized as he tickled up my stomach, completely ignoring where I needed him most. I focused on the fluttering edge kissing my skin, circling my straining n****e. He left both aching buds alone, sliding the feather’s tip up my neck—along my lips.
He began a path southward upon reaching my wrists, and I fought off shivers, thankful I wasn’t ticklish in the least. Wetness seeped from my core, and I panted, wrapped up enough in my need to come that embarrassment over my level of arousal didn’t rise.
He slid the feather down between my breasts. Flutters over my pubis, teasing at the curls atop, li
