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  Natasha spread her legs to make it easier for Eric and he gently swept the wash cloth backwards and forwards between them, lightly brushing her clitoris with each stroke.

  Natasha’s breathing got a little faster, but Eric suddenly moved on with the wash cloth, running it down one of her thighs. He dropped to his knees in front of her, carefully massaging the wash cloth over her knees, down her legs to her ankles.

  “Lift your foot.” Eric said and Natasha obediently lifted it, supporting herself on Eric’s shoulder. He carefully washed her foot, even cleaning between each toe. It was surprisingly erotic having him wash her the way he was, spending so much time on every inch of her skin.

  Once he’d finished on one foot, he got Natasha to swap and he started slowly moving his way back up her body. Natasha couldn’t believe how much it was turning her on, just having Eric bathe her. As he got to her knee, he suddenly bent forward, sliding his tongue between her thighs, parting her lips and flicking his tongue over her clitoris. He flicked it and sucked on it until Natasha’s legs started shaking.

  Eric stopped, glancing up at her, the water plastering his hair against his head, running down his face, then streaming over his magnificent muscled chest. He stopped what he was doing with his tongue and continued to bathe her, working his way back up her stomach and breasts and Natasha thought she was going to scream from frustration.

  Eric’s constant teasing of her pleasure points, which seemed to be most of her body, was driving her crazy. She really didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to take it for. She badly wanted to touch him, but the look of concentration on Eric’s face was so adorable, she was determined to keep still and let him continue with his slow, seductive washing of her body, even if it killed her.

  He pulled himself to his feet again, turning Natasha until her back was against him and gently soaped over her shoulders, down her back, caressing the curve of her lower back before using the wash cloth gently between her buttocks.

  Natasha’s skin felt so sensitive by the time Eric had finished bathing her. She leaned back against him, but he didn’t allow her the enjoyment of being close to him, instead spinning her around, so she was facing him again. He held the wash cloth out to her.

  “My turn now.” He said and Natasha swallowed nervously. She’d never bathed anyone else in her life before and definitely not a man and certainly not one like Eric.

  Taking the wash cloth from his fingers, Natasha lathered it up with the soap, then tentatively touched the cloth to Eric’s cheek, gently washing his face, using her other hand to push his wet hair back of his forehead. She then washed down his neck, across his shoulders, before moving slowly over his chest, circling his nipples, watching as they hardened.

  She followed the wash cloth with her other hand, pretending to wash the soap off him, but really it was just so she could touch him and run her hand over his muscled chest. As she bathed him, those muscles twitched and flexed beneath her fingers.

  Natasha kept going on her downward journey with the wash cloth, over Eric’s hard, clearly defined abs, feeling them quiver under her touch, then continuing on until she reached the thicker hair that surrounded his penis.

  Gently, she soaped the length of him, being careful to keep the bubbles away from the tip of his penis. With her other hand, she circled him, sliding her fingers up his hard shaft, then back down again and Eric inhaled sharply at her touch.

  Natasha looked up at his face, to see him watching her, desire burning in the depths of those deep blue eyes. As she gazed up at him, she continued to run her fingers up and down the length of him, not breaking eye contact with his heated gaze. Natasha dropped to her knees before him and watched as Eric’s eyes widened at the sight of her kneeling before him.

  She had a moment of panic about whether she could do what she intended doing. She’d never done this before and when the sheer size of his engorged penis bobbed in front of her face, she wondered if she’d even be able to take him into her mouth without choking. Eric really was huge, but then she didn’t exactly have much to compare him with, but Natasha was confident that Eric was big.

  Bending forward, she parted her lips, taking him into her mouth. Eric gasped, his fingers tangling in her wet hair. Natasha wrapped her fingers around the base of him, then slowly moved her lips further down the length of him, taking more of him deeper into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head of his penis, flicking her tongue over it, listening as Eric groaned in response and his fingers dug deeper into her hair. His skin was velvety soft over steel and Natasha licked and sucked on him, drawing him deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat so she could take him even deeper still. As she worked him in and out of her mouth, she could hear Eric’s breathing becoming harsher, louder, his hands restlessly tugging on her hair.

  Natasha reached around and cupped his tight buttocks, not slowing down the pace as she sucked and licked her way along the length of Eric’s penis. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the slight salty flavour, licking her way up the underside of his shaft, before sucking hard on the silky tip.

  Eric’s hands started tugging at her hair, his breathing sounding tortured and she could feel the slight tremor quivering through his body. With a groan he thrust forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Secretly Natasha was thrilled, even with her limited experience, actually her total lack of experience she could tell Eric was enjoying what she was doing.

  Harder, faster and deeper she took him into her mouth, relaxing her throat, tightening her lips around him, her teeth very lightly grazing his hard length. Eric groaned loudly, his hips moving restlessly as Natasha sucked on him, the suction of her mouth taking him closer to his release.

  “Natasha. . .baby.” He gasped. “Stop, please, I’m.. I’m going to come.” He panted. “You don’t want that…..I don’t expect you to do that. I don’t have to come in your mouth.” He tugged on her hair but Natasha pulled away from him, raising her eyes to his face. His expression was pained and a muscle ticked in his jaw as he fought to hold off his climax. Her lips closed around him again and she resumed the steady sucking on his penis despite Eric’s protests.

  “No baby, damn, you don’t have to do this. Fuck but your mouth, what you can do with that sexy mouth. I’m warning you baby, I can’t hold on much longer.” Eric growled, tugging on her hair again, trying to pull her to her feet. Natasha ignored him and instead, increased her pace, licking and sucking on him like he was her favourite ice cream.

  She drew him deep into her throat, and Eric groaned again. “God Natasha.” He yelled. She sucked hard on his penis, flicking her tongue over the tip, back and forth then traced her way up the underside of his rock hard length before taking him deep within her mouth again. Eric was shaking uncontrollably, his hips thrusting forward, pushing deeper into her mouth so he was hitting the back of her throat.

  Natasha tightened her lips more, grazing her teeth over him, and suddenly Eric shouted out. “Fuck, Natasha,” he yelled, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Natasha felt the surge through his penis, just before he started spilling into her mouth, the warm liquid spurting into the back of her throat. She swallowed his seed as he continued to pump into her and when it finally stopped, she sucked him, drawing the last drops from him before releasing him from her mouth.

  Eric’s hips twitched when Natasha ran her fingers lightly down his shaft and he bent down, grabbing her arms and pulling her to her feet. She gazed into his eyes, her mind still reeling from what she’d just done to him. His hands cupped her cheeks.

  “God sweetheart, you’re amazing.” He smiled at her, his breathing still heavy. “Where did you learn to do that?” He asked her.

  Natasha blushed. “I’ve never done that before.” She said a little shyly.

  “What?” he exclaimed. “You’re kidding.” He stared at her in shock. “Baby, you’re a natural.”

  Natasha felt the blush spread over her cheeks. “So you liked it?” She
asked him.

  Eric pulled her into his arms. “Do you even have to ask?” He dropped his head to kiss her.

  Eric pulled back from her, enough so he could see her face. “Now it’s your turn.” He said.

  “Oh no Eric.” She said, stepping away. “I think I’m clean now so please can we get out of the shower?” She held her fingers up to him. “I’m starting to look like a prune.”

  Eric laughed. “Well we can’t have that now can we?” He grinned.

  He turned away from Natasha to shut the water off and opened the shower doors, reaching out to grab two towels from the rails. He wrapped one around Natasha’s body and she stepped out of the shower. He quickly wrapped the second towel around his waist then reached for another towel, stepping behind her to start gently drying her hair with the towel.

  He massaged Natasha’s scalp, carefully absorbing as much of the water from her hair, as he could. Once he was satisfied with his efforts, he picked up one of the hairbrushes, and started to sweep it gently through the tangled mane of her hair. Natasha watched him in the mirror, his brow furrowed, as he concentrated, obviously not wanting to hurt her. She smiled to herself as she watched his careful administrations on her wildly tangled curls.

  “What are you smiling about?” Eric’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

  Natasha’s eyes met his in the mirror. “I’m just surprised.” She said, “Mr Big Corporate Business Man, brushing his employee’s hair.” She teased him.

  Eric swatted her on the rear with the hairbrush, making her yelp. “Are you being cheeky to your Boss?” He scolded.

  “Me? Never.” She said, giving him a wide eyed innocent look.

  Eric grabbed her, swinging her up into his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on so she wouldn’t fall. Eric strode across the bedroom, stopping at the bed, before throwing her onto it. Natasha squealed as she hit the mattress, laughing up at him. Eric dropped onto the mattress by her side. He reached out, pulling the towel free from where she had it tied at her breasts.

  “Now It’s your turn.” He said.

  “It’s my turn for what?” Natasha asked.

  “You know what.” Eric said, tugging on the towel until he’d pulled it out from under her, leaving her naked. He slid higher up the bed until his face was in line with hers, propping himself on one elbow, where his eyes roamed over her features.

  They looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before Eric bent his head and kissed Natasha softly on the lips. He raised his head to look at her again, “God, you’re so beautiful.” He told her, his eyes lowering and running slowly down her body, over her breasts, which made her nipples harden in response and he hadn’t even touched her.

  Eric watched her body responding to him, lowering his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and drawing hard on it. Natasha felt the pull low down in her belly as Eric continued to suck and swirl his tongue around her hard nipple.

  He reached out, cupping her other breast in his hand, tugging gently on her nipple until Natasha was gasping with pleasure. She looked at his head over her breast and felt a flood of emotions surge through her. Lifting a hand, she ran her fingers through Eric’s hair. She loved his hair, he had such beautiful hair, thick but soft to her touch.

  As Eric lavished attention on her nipples, Natasha continued to run her hands through his hair. She loved seeing it tousled from her touch. He pulled back to look at her, then with a small grin on his face, he slid down the bed until he got to her slightly parted thighs slipping a hand between her legs, his fingers working their way up her thigh until he reached her sex. Natasha’s skin quivered under his touch and she caught her breath waiting for his fingers to touch her ‘there’.

  He didn’t, instead Eric ran his hand back over the smooth skin of her thigh causing Natasha to groan softly in frustration.

  “Patience sweetheart.” He said, glancing up at her.

  Again he slowly moved his hand up her thigh, sliding his fingers between her legs, his fingers lightly grazing over the soft curls at the entrance to her sex.

  “Eric, please.” Her voice held a note of frustration and he raised his head to look at her.

  “What do you want?” He asked.

  “You know what.” She whispered.

  “This?” He asked, moving his hand back down her thigh.

  “No.” She groaned.

  “This?” He asked as he slid his hand between her legs, cupping her mound.

  “Eric.” Her voice sounded needy her body moving restlessly on the bed and she spread her legs wider.

  “What about this?” He asked before suddenly plunging a finger deep inside her. Natasha’s body bucked in response to Eric’s invasion. He pulled back, inserting two fingers this time, driving them into her, twisting them so they grazed over her vaginal walls, causing an explosion of sensation deep in her body.

  She writhed and squirmed under his touch, her hips rising off the bed. Again he pulled back and this time, inserted 3 fingers into her entrance, using his thumb to brush back and forth against her clitoris, rapidly bringing Natasha to the brink of her orgasm.

  As if sensing how close she was, Eric pulled back, resting his fingers in her entrance, still using his thumb to brush over her hard little bud.

  “Please, Eric.” She gasped, clamping her internal muscles down on his fingers. She reached out for him her eyes blazing with her need as she tugged on his arms, trying to pull him to her.

  Eric pulled back, “No Natasha.” He removed his hand from her.

  “Eric, please, I need you now.” She groaned.

  “No baby, this is for you.” He reminded her, although he closed his eyes briefly as if trying to shut out the image of her lying there all needy and wanton before him.

  “Damn it Eric.” she said. “I need you inside me, NOW!” She reached for him again.

  Eric looked into her eyes, seeing her need, the pleading in her gaze and he groaned. “Damn it Natasha, how do you do this to me?” He asked.

  He sat up suddenly, reaching into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a condom, impatiently tearing it open and sheathing himself in it. He sat back on his heels for a moment, caressing her with his eyes.

  Slowly he ran his hands up her legs to spread her thighs, testing her with his fingers, closing his eyes when he felt how wet she was. He pushed three fingers into her and Natasha felt her body responding again, as he brushed that sensitive spot inside.

  As Eric continued to thrust his fingers into her, Natasha’s inner muscles clenched down on his fingers as her excitement grew. She spread her legs wider, reaching for him, and with a groan, Eric, pulled his dripping fingers out of her entrance, rubbing them over his straining penis, coating it with her juices.

  She watched him, her eyes almost feverish with her need. Natasha should have been embarrassed but she was so turned on by the sight of his shaft glistening with the evidence of her arousal, she couldn’t look away.

  Eric dropped to the bed alongside of her, rolling onto his back. “Get on top.” He told her.

  Without a second’s thought about it, Natasha pulled herself onto her knees, then straddled him, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. She removed one of her hands from his chest and wrapped her fingers around his penis, at its base and Eric sucked in a noisy breath at her touch.

  She positioned herself over his hard shaft and started to lower herself touching the head of his penis against her opening. Natasha then swept him up, using him to brush over her clitoris. Around and around, back and forth she rubbed him against her opening then swept him through her folds until she could press him against her clitoris, rotating her hips as she did so.

  It felt so good and she threw her head back, her breathing coming faster as she used Eric’s body like a toy. Faster and faster she guided his penis from her entrance to her clitoris, her breath panting through her parted lips.

  “Natasha!” Eric’s voice cut thro
ugh her pleasure, his tone holding a note of warning to it. Slowly she opened her eyes, struggling to focus on his face, her hand stilling. She gazed down at him her body tingling with her excitement, her sex throbbing with need.

  Eric’s face was strained, his lips tightened into a hard line, his eyes burning with the depth of his desire and a hint of desperation on his face.

  “As much as I enjoy watching you having fun sweetheart, keep that up and you won’t have anything to play with very soon.” He warned.

  Reaching between their bodies, Eric pushed her hand aside, positioning himself at her entrance where he thrust up hard into her, making Natasha gasp as he filled her. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down on him until she felt him nudging her cervix.

  With his firm grip on her hips, he controlled the pace, pulling her down hard on him as he thrust up, into her. Natasha started to move, her hands on Eric’s chest, rising up slowly, then lowering herself back onto him, impaling herself on his hard length. She could feel the pressure starting to build inside again as he filled her so completely.

  She started moving faster, removing her hands from Eric’s chest, shifting them until her hands rested on his thighs behind her. She continued to move, gradually increasing the pace, bent back as she was she could feel him rubbing against her internal pleasure spot. When she lowered herself and ground against him, he brushed her cervix, the combination working towards the climax she could feel building inside.

  Eric’s fingers suddenly moved between them, pinching her clitoris between his thumb and finger, rubbing and squeezing it. The feeling was too much for Natasha and she reached her orgasm, throwing her head back, her hair tumbling over Eric’s thighs and his name burst from her lips, her body clamping down hard on him, before she collapsed forward against his chest.

  Her body stilled, and she lay there, cushioned on Eric, gasping for air, while she quivered through the last of her climax. She could hear his breathing in her ear and she felt him hard inside her still. Eric hadn’t come yet.