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  After several minutes of simply watching Natasha sleep, he crawled into bed alongside of her and unable to help himself, desperate to just feel her against him, to have his hands on her, he gently pulled her back against him, curving his body around her. He felt a strong desire to protect her and he tucked her in close to him, throwing one leg over hers, loving the feel of having her in his arms.

  Eric lay there for a long time, his mind going over their love making, the fact that she’d been a virgin and he cursed softly under his breath. “You’re fucked Eric. She’s going to break your heart.” But despite his internal warning to himself, he couldn’t help touching his lips to Natasha’s neck.

  The feelings coursing through his body right now were confusing him that was for sure. He lay with her held tightly in his arms, his cheek against her hair and trying not to think about why it just felt so right, when normally getting close to any woman had always been so wrong to him in the past. Something about this woman was going to have him breaking all his hard and fast rules that he kept in place to protect his heart and that both terrified him and excited him.

  Finally too tired to think about it anymore, Eric gave in to the fatigue flooding his body and fell asleep with Natasha curled up against him.

  CHAPTER 3

  Eric woke slowly to the feel of fingers wrapped around his cock which was always a hell of a way to wake up. He was already almost painfully erect. He could tell that Natasha’s touch on him was tentative as if she wasn’t used to touching a man intimately and given she’d been a virgin up until last night, chances were she hadn’t ever touch a man’s cock before.

  He lay for a few moments, not wanting to scare her off, letting her touch him while she thought he was asleep, but finally he couldn’t take it anymore and he opened his eyes to just narrow slits to watch her.

  Of course she noticed he was awake. “Good Morning.” Her voice was gentle, softly spoken and with her hand still wrapped around him, it was a fucking great morning.

  “What are you doing?” He asked her, keeping his voice low so as not to frighten her off. She was tentative as if unsure about what she was doing, but he didn’t want her to stop because it felt so good to have his cock in her hand.

  Still she froze, her eyes meeting his. “Don’t you like it?”

  “What do you think?” He reached out to run his fingers through her tangle of auburn curls. “Come here.” He tugged lightly on her hair and she moved up his body until they were face to face.

  He closed his lips over hers kissing her slowly until her mouth opened and he felt her tongue caress his bottom lip. He groaned and parted his lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth so he could taste her sweetness. There was toothpaste on her breath too, so she’d obviously been up before he woke.

  Kissing her was turning him on even more. Well he was a man and waking with a hard on was just part of being male, so it didn’t take long and as his desire increased he rolled onto his side dragging her towards him, not breaking contact with her lips. He ground his erection against her before cupping one of her breasts, flicking the nipple with his thumb. Once it had peaked, he gave the same attention to the other one, then slowly moved his hand down over Natasha’s stomach until he reached the strip of curls between her thighs.

  Like a greedy, hungry man, he dipped his fingers in, coating them with the juices from her pussy and he couldn’t contain the groan that squeezed past his lips when he felt her contract around him. Fuck but he wanted her again so badly.

  “Please Eric.” Natasha’s voice sounded strained in his ears and when he looked at her face, he could see desire burning in her eyes. Damn but she was so responsive to him. It was such a fucking turn on for him to have her so hungry for him so quickly.

  “Patience baby.” He began circling her clit, feeling it swell under his touch and when his cock bobbed enthusiastically he silently told it to be patient too. Fuck but this woman robbed him of all self control which excited him and scared him all at the same time.

  Over and over again he pushed his fingers into her dripping hole before rubbing her clit with the moisture on them, feeling her begin to tremble in his arms. She rolled onto her back, her hips rising to meet his hand and Eric continued touching her, determined to make her come.

  Finally she cried out, her cries music to his ears and her hips bucked up. He plunged his fingers into her pussy as her orgasm hit, her muscles contracting around him, tightening on him in rhythmic waves.

  Eric ground his teeth together at the sight of Natasha coming apart, struggling to control his own release which was threatening to overcome him.

  Her eyes opened, passion clouding her blue, green gaze and she reached out, pulling his head down so she could kiss him. Fuck no, the voice screamed in his head. If she kissed him too long he was going to end up coming all over the bed and he much preferred the idea of being buried in her hot wet pussy to wasting a load on the linen.

  He ripped his lips away from hers unable to wait any longer. Fuck but would she be able to take him after only losing her virginity last night? She might be sore. She probably was sore but dammit to hell, he seriously thought he’d break down and cry like a baby if Natasha told him she wasn’t up to having his cock inside her.

  “I need you now sweetheart. I can’t wait any longer. Are you sore? I don’t want to hurt you but fuck I need you so badly.” His voice was rough with his arousal. When Natasha smiled at him, he felt pre cum weep from the end of his cock but when she curled her fingers around his straining erection he nearly lost it right there and then. “Fuck, don’t touch me baby please, or this is going to be over before it even begins.”

  He lunged for the drawer by the bed, grabbed a condom, quickly unwrapped it and rolled it down his cock, flinching since he was so hard it was painful. Fuck what this woman was doing to him. He’d never been like this before. He was the master of control normally. He’d bring a woman to orgasm over and over again before finally seeking his own release but Natasha made him needy, desperate, impatient and he wasn’t used to it or entirely sure he liked it. She had the power to drive him crazy, overwhelm him with lust and these feelings were alien to him, almost scary.

  Natasha’s wandering fingers dragged him out the thoughts swirling around in his head and he grabbed her hand pulling it away from him. “No Natasha, don’t. I want to be inside you when I come. Roll over, get on your knees.”

  When she rolled over to do as he asked, he positioned himself behind her, silently groaning when he saw the vision of her. That sweet, sexy ass of hers pushed up and her pink wet folds glistened between her legs. “Keep it together Eric.” He warned himself. He reached out to run his hands over the smooth curves of her buttocks before bending down and sliding a finger inside her wet folds. “You’re so hot and god you’re soaking wet.” He gasped, a shudder raking his body at the sight and smell of her. He could smell her arousal coming off her in waves and it was driving him insane.

  He grabbed her hips pulling her back against him until the swollen head of his cock nudged her wet heat. With one hard lunge, he buried himself in her, clenching his teeth when her pussy closed around him drawing him deep into her body. God but she felt incredible. He could stay inside her forever if it was possible to do so.

  Once he thought he could move without blowing his load immediately, he started to thrust into her, his movements slow and steady at first as he struggled with the pleasure fighting to take him over. It wasn’t enough though, he needed to fuck her harder and with a groan he gave in, plunging into Natasha’s welcoming body over and over again.

  Eric could hear her breathing increasing and it excited him, driving him on, desperate to come, but also wanting to make her come again with him if he could hold off long enough to wait for her. When her pussy started clenching around him, drawing him in deeper he nearly lost it right then and there. “Fuck Natasha, I can’t hold back.” He ground out through teeth gritted
so hard he could hear them creaking under the strain.

  When she started meeting his thrusts by pushing back against him, driving him hard up against her cervix, something that obviously got her off, he began to pound into her faster, reaching around and under her to tug on one of her nipples. Eric almost cried out with relief when he heard her scream his name, her pussy clutching at him, squeezing him. It was too much, he was wound up too tight and he shouted out just as he started to come. His cock jerking with every spurt as he pumped his release into her and his hips jerked when he felt Natasha’s pussy tighten around him even more, her strong internal muscles working along his cock, wringing every drop from his body. God it was so good. Pleasure more intense than he’d ever experienced in his life.

  Natasha’s body collapsed slowly under him and he went down with her, reluctantly pulling out of her wet heat so he wouldn’t crush her and rolled onto his back by her side, panting and gasping in a desperate attempt to get air in his lungs. His heart was beating so hard, he wondered if it could take it but finally he started to calm down, his breathing slowed and he was happy to just lie by her side, neither of them speaking.

  She surprised him by suddenly turning to him. “Whatever happened to our dinner?” She asked.

  His brain seemed to have left his body around the same time he’d pumped her full of cum because he struggled for a moment to digest what she’d just said. “What?” Was about the best he could manage. Not his most intelligent response, but it was going to have to do for now.

  “Our dinner Eric, from last night, what happened to it, I wonder?” And he shrugged in response. He couldn’t think dinner right now. He was too busy trying to recover from breakfast, breakfast being sex with Natasha. He needed to get up but his body felt so lethargic. He wasn’t used to this at all. No other woman had every affected him as much as his PA was affecting him.

  He dragged himself out of bed, removed the condom before tying it off and throwing it in the bin by the bed. He’d worry about what happened to dinner soon but first he needed to take care of business and walked off to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

  Now that he wasn’t sporting a major raging hard on, he could use the toilet before he brushed his teeth and quickly shaved since he already had the shadow of a beard growing. He didn’t want to scrape up Natasha’s delicate skin so he needed to keep himself clean shaven.

  When he was finished and left the bathroom, she was still lying in bed, but she’d covered herself with the sheet. As he got closer he noticed her eyes were closed and she had a small smile on her face, in fact it was kind of the cat and the cream type smile and he wondered what she was thinking about. “What do you look so smug about?” He asked and she jumped at the sound of his voice.

  He bent over her just as she opened her eyes and he got the full effect of the stunning aqua colour of them as she looked up at him. She didn’t say anything, just reached up and ran her fingers over his cheek making him glad he’d taken the time to shave. She kept going until she got to the lock of his hair that always fell forward, pushing it back but of course it just immediately fell forward again over his eye.

  Unable to control the urge to touch her, Eric grabbed her hand and held it to his lips, kissing her palm. His heart skipped a beat when he felt her shiver, awareness of him showing in her eyes. God, she was feeling it too. That overwhelming, powerful attraction.

  He watched as her eyes moved down the length of him to the towel he’d knotted at his waist and he willed his cock not to get too excited. He couldn’t keep jumping her every time the thing stood to attention, but dammit, just her looking at him had the power to instantly turn him on.

  “Come have a shower with me.” His voice was husky.

  “I need the bathroom first Eric.” She told him and he watched as she climbed gracefully out of bed and although he could tell she was a little shy about standing before him naked, she still held her head up and walked past him to head for the bathroom. He couldn’t help himself and when she walked past, he reached out and slapped her lightly on that gorgeous ass of hers.

  He grinned when she squealed, jumping forward a step before hurrying off to the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

  While Natasha was in the bathroom Eric decided to find out what had happened to their dinner from last night, grinning when he found the covered dishes on a tray outside their suite. If someone had tried to get their attention, obviously it hadn’t worked.

  He carried the tray inside although it was obviously too late for them to eat dinner now. No way was he going to risk spending the rest of his week with Natasha sick from food poisoning, but they had to eat so he called room service to order something for breakfast. He had no idea what she would want so he picked nearly everything on the breakfast menu hoping that Natasha would find something she liked.

  While he was on the phone she walked into the room, dressed in one of the hotel’s robes. She’d obviously brushed her hair because it hung in sleek waves down her back. She looked stunning, even in the robe and bare foot and he felt his cock stirring again despite them having just made love not that long ago.

  She looked at the tray and then him raising an eyebrow and he pointed to the door of the suite vaguely. Still, she must have figured out what his gestures meant because she grinned and wandered over to the floor to ceiling windows of the living room to stare out at the view.

  While he ordered their breakfast he studied her profile, feeling his heart clench in his chest. She was so beautiful. Ok he’d dated beautiful women before, mostly models, but their beauty was somehow superficial and in some cases man made beauty with a lot of help from skilled plastic surgeons whereas Natasha’s looks were natural. She wore next to no make up and yet she still looked stunning. There was nothing on her body that came from surgery either as far as he could tell.

  As soon as he got off the phone he walked over to her watching the tiny shiver go through her body just before he reached out to wrap his arms around her from behind. It made him feel better to know that she was just as aware of him as he was of her. That this burning, almost consuming attraction was not one sided.

  His lips trailed down her neck as he kissed and nibbled at her soft skin before licking his way back to her earlobe, biting gently on it and feeling her shiver again. He went back to just holding her, content to have her in his arms and they both looked out on the view of Sydney from their high vantage point of the hotel’s penthouse suite. Occasionally he dropped a kiss on her hair, or rubbed his cheek against hers, enjoying the contact of their bodies. They stood like that for quite some time, content to just stand there watching the city below them.

  When there was a knock at the door, they both jumped. Eric pulled away from Natasha and went to answer the door. It was their breakfast. He waved the young man inside with the trolley filled with covered plates and while he unloaded them all onto the dining table, Eric took the two plates he’d ordered for later and put them into the fridge. They were a surprise for Natasha and he intended to make good use of them.

  Once all the plates were on the table, Eric pulled a $20 note from his wallet and handed it over, closing the door behind him when the young man left with the empty trolley.

  “Hungry sweetheart?” He turned to Natasha and her stomach growled loudly making them both laugh.

  She grinned at him. “It would seem that way.”

  “Come and sit down.” He pulled out a chair for her and waited as she gracefully sat down before he started removing the covers off the plates so she could see all the various meals he’d ordered for them.

  They both started loading up their plates with food and Eric suddenly realised that he was starving. Seems a man can’t live on love or sex alone and obviously Natasha was feeling the same as she had piled up her plate too. It was strange being with a woman who liked her food and didn’t just pick at it like it was the enemy the way his model ex girlfriends had alw
ays done but he liked it, he liked to see her enjoying her meal.

  They ate in silence for a little while but Eric started wondering how Natasha was. Was she really happy with their time away? Did she have any regrets?

  “So are you enjoying yourself? Do you have any regrets?” He asked, watching her chew the mouthful of poached eggs she had before she turned to answer him.

  “No Eric.” Her eyes met his. “I’ve had a great time.” She smiled, blushing slightly and he smiled to himself. Obviously she was remembering some moment or moments from the short time they’d shared together so far.

  “Tell me more about yourself Natasha. Your parents, siblings, hobbies, anything.”

  “Well.” She began and they settled in for a conversation about her family, political beliefs, favourite foods. They discovered they had a lot of similar interests except for movies and musical preferences. They argued good naturedly and Eric loved that Natasha gave as good as she got. She might seem a little quiet and reserved at times, but she wasn’t intimidated by him and he was pleased about that.

  They finally fell silent again, continuing to enjoy their breakfast, but Eric had one question that he had to ask her since it wouldn’t stop going around and around in his head. “So why did you give me your virginity? A question that made Natasha choke on the mouthful of food she was eating. “How did you get to 25 years of age and manage to stay a virgin?”

  “I… I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to sleep with before.” She blushed. “I couldn’t just go to bed with someone to simply rid myself of my virginity.”

  Inside Eric gave a triumphant shout that she had chosen him to be the first man she slept with. She had to be attracted to him obviously to have made the decision to give her virginity to him. A part of him felt fucking amazing, whereas a part of him freaked out about what her expectations of him might be. He knew his attraction to her was like nothing he’d ever experienced before but he didn’t commit to anyone. He’d made it 31 years without being trapped to one woman and much as Natasha drove him wilder than any other woman had ever done, he still wasn’t looking for happily ever after with her, ignoring the part of his brain that screamed ‘Liar’ at him.