Natasha's Awakening Page 6

  Natasha gave a small wiggle of her hips and Eric groaned. His arms snaked around her and suddenly he flipped them, so she was lying on her back, still with Eric buried deep within her. He reared back, dragging her legs up onto his shoulders before slamming back into her body, burying his penis to the hilt, deep within her.

  Natasha gasped at the feel of him so deep. Eric pulled a pillow over and wedged it under her hips to help hold her tilted as she was. With his arms braced, looming over her, he thrust into her again and again, in an intense, powerful, primal assault of her body and Natasha grabbed his hips hanging on as he slammed into her, their bodies slapping together.

  The feelings building in Natasha were intense, different, she had a full feeling and she tensed, afraid she was going to pee herself, when suddenly her body exploded, a scream torn from her as pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced so far overwhelmed her.

  Eric paused briefly before continuing to slam into her. Natasha was wet, he was wet, everything was suddenly soaked and as Eric thrust into her, the room filled with a wet slapping sound as their bodies smashed together.

  Natasha could feel something running from her body and she momentarily panicked that she was losing control of her bladder. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, she’d peed herself.

  Eric gave one last hard thrust, his head went back, the veins in his neck and temple standing out and he came hard in her, her name shouted from his lips. He thrust a few more times uncontrollably, his body shaking, his breathing laboured before lowering Natasha’s legs to the bed and collapsing on top of her.

  Natasha wrapped her arms around Eric, his back was damp with sweat and tremors racked his long frame. The hard length of him still filled her, twitching with aftershocks from his explosive release. They lay like that for a while, Eric’s heart pounding against her, his breathing ragged and rasping in her ear. She shifted her hips slightly and could feel Eric’s softening length in her still. He seemed reluctant to move away from her, but he was going to have to soon. Natasha was starting to feel uncomfortable as the bed felt quite wet under her.

  “Eric.” She pushed gently on his shoulders and he pulled away from her, rolling onto his back. He plucked the condom off and tossed it in the bin by the bed, before sprawling out on the mattress.

  He lay there for a moment, before rolling onto his side, reaching out to pull Natasha to him, his arm wrapped possessively around her, one leg lying over hers. Together, like that, they lay there until their breathing had settled back down to normal.

  Natasha wriggled, still lying on the damp mattress that had cooled down beneath her.

  “Stop moving.” Eric told her, his hand on her hip, holding her still.

  “Eric, I want to move over, the…the bed’s wet.” She said embarrassment lacing her voice.

  He opened an eye to look at her. “That’s from you baby.” He said. Natasha blushed at Eric’s words. As her face flooded with colour he rose up on one elbow to look at her.

  “What’s wrong Natasha?” He asked her, a frown marring his face.

  “I know it is Eric, I think I wet myself.” She dropped her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him.

  Eric’s hand came out to cup her cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” He said. “You don’t know what just happened, do you?” A warm glow in his eyes as he gazed at her.

  Natasha looked into his gorgeous eyes. “What do you mean?” She asked.

  “Baby, you did something amazing,” he said, “You squirted.” He told her. “Some women can do what they call female ejaculation and that’s what just happened.” He bent to kiss her softly on the lips. “It was so bloody sexy sweetheart, don’t ever be embarrassed for being so turned on.” He told her.

  Natasha relaxed into Eric’s arms, feeling better. She shifted uncomfortably again. “Can we move over though?” She said. “I’m lying in a wet patch.”

  Eric laughed and slid over more in the vast bed, dragging Natasha with him. His arms stayed locked around her, as if reluctant to let her go. She closed her eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. “What do you want to do now?” He asked.

  Natasha yawned loudly and he laughed, “You want to sleep baby?” He kissed her again. “Ok sleep for a while. I’m wearing you out, but you shouldn’t be so damned sexy.” He said. Natasha smiled against Eric’s chest and her eyes drifted shut. The last thing she remembered was Eric’s hand smoothing her hair back from her face before sleep overcame her.

  Chapter 4.

  When Natasha opened her eyes next, she could see that the room was dim from the fading light. Her eyes shot to the clock on the wall surprised to see it was almost 5.30pm. She’d slept for about four and a half hours. When she stretched, Natasha felt her body ache in all sorts of places and she smiled to herself.

  “What are you smiling about?” Eric’s voice startled her daydreaming, and she jumped. Natasha looked over to where he stood at the entrance to the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. Well worn blue jeans hugged his hips, the soft denim caressed his body, skimming over his very masculine lines, making him look even sexier than usual, if that was possible.

  Natasha blushed given the train of her thoughts and Eric’s eyes narrowed on her face as he watched her colour rise. He raised one eyebrow at her.

  “So what exactly is going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked.

  “I was just thinking about us.” She said coyly.

  Eric approached the bed, moving silently over the plush carpet. He dropped onto his knees on the mattress, crawling his way towards her, a predatory look on his face.

  “Oh, and what might those thoughts have been?” He asked, straddling her body, effectively pinning her to the bed.

  He dropped a kiss on Natasha’s parted lips and she squirmed under him, trying to free herself. Eric lowered his body onto her, trapping her beneath him. His lips found hers again, his tongue tracing her full lower lip. Natasha groaned, opening her mouth to accept Eric’s invading tongue. He thrust gently against her, and Natasha could feel the hard length of his erection pressing against her sex, even through the denim of his jeans and the thin sheet that covered her.

  Natasha squirmed again in response, and Eric groaned. “Keep still woman.” He warned. “I was checking to see if you were awake, to see if you wanted to go down to the restaurant for dinner. I didn’t intend for this to happen.” He said as he moved gently against her.

  His movements were causing the sheet to rub against her, and the friction of the material against her sex was exciting Natasha.

  She raised her hips as much as she could under the weight of Eric, wriggling against him, her desire increasing.

  “Please Eric, I need you first.” She whispered. She bucked under him again and Eric ground his erection into her, thrusting against her, even though he was still wearing his jeans.

  He rose up on his hands so he could look down at her, then lowered his head, grinding his lips against Natasha’s, parting them and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his movements mimicking his thrusting hips.

  She whimpered, her tongue dueling with Eric’s.

  “Please.” She gasped when Eric released her lips. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, fumbling to undo the button then she slid his fly down, her eager hands reaching inside, cupping his erection since he wore no underpants.

  Another groan came from Eric and he thrust against her eager hand. Sitting up, he pulled Natasha’s hand from him before dragging his jeans over his hips, sliding them down his legs and kicking them off. The sheet covering her body was torn away until finally nothing was between them anymore. He reached over her to grab a condom out of the drawer, tearing it open and quickly rolling it down his penis.

  He reached out to her, cupping one breast, teasing the nipple until it had peaked, his lips dropping to hers again, his tongue surging into Natasha’s mouth. He kissed her hungrily and she returned his kiss with just as much hunger. Her arms rose, circling Eric’s waist, and she pulled him down, hard against her. Her legs parted and h
e lay cradled between her spread thighs, the tip of his penis touching her slick, wet entrance.

  Natasha arched up. “Now Eric, please, I need you inside me now.” She begged.

  Eric’s hand reached down between their bodies, finding her clitoris and pressing against it, before sliding lower and slipping two fingers inside her. Natasha gasped, she felt like she was on fire, desperate, needy, impatient for more.

  “Eric, please.” She groaned again. Her hips rose, moving against him impatiently.

  Eric withdrew his fingers, lunged back then slammed into Natasha hard, burying himself deep inside her, butting up forcefully against her cervix. Natasha cried out, her arms locking around Eric’s back, her legs wrapping around his waist.

  He continued with his hard and fast rhythm, surging into her, pulling back and thrusting deep into her again and again. His breathing was harsh in her ear and a fine covering of perspiration dampened his skin. Natasha could feel the pressure building inside her with every thrust of Eric’s body. She slid her hands down his back over the rippling muscles until she reached his tight buttocks that flexed under her fingers as he rammed into her.

  Still the tension continued to build in her, she thrashed her head from side to side as she felt her impending release, her whole body focused on Eric’s invasion of her.

  The friction of their bodies against one another, his hard length filling her and Natasha tightened around him. Her breathing started to come in short gasps and she dug her nails into Eric’s buttocks, trying to pull him even further into her, she couldn’t get enough of him.

  Eric groaned as Natasha’s nails racked his skin, “Come on baby.” He urged, his breath hot in her ear. He pounded into her, his pace becoming more frantic, out of control.

  “Please Natasha, I need you to come for me.” He panted.

  He slammed into her, again and again, pushing her up the bed with his thrusts. Natasha squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure inside her reached its peak. It was like a dam bursting its banks and she climaxed hard, crying Eric’s name the pleasure surging through her body, causing white lights to flash behind her eyelids.

  Her body bucked under Eric, and her inner muscles clenched and pulsed around his shaft. Her nails raked his buttocks, tearing at his skin, so focused on the pleasure chorusing through her body she had no idea of the wounds she was inflicting on him.

  With a final deep thrust, Eric threw his head back, “Fuck, Natasha, Fuck.” He shouted as he found his own release and Natasha felt him pulsate as he spilled his warmth into her. He reared up on his hands, burying himself deep within her body, grinding hard as if he was trying to become a part of her.

  With a few more thrusts he collapsed onto her, his breathing rasping as he struggled to drag air into his lungs. Natasha could feel the fine tremors that had taken him over. She smoothed her hands up his back, caressing him.

  They lay there for a while, their hearts beating frantically against one another, the only sound in the room being their ragged breathing. Finally Eric raised his head to look down at Natasha, he studied her features for a moment, saying nothing, before his lips rose in a sexy, satisfied smile.

  “Why you look like you’ve been well and truly fucked Miss Barrington.” Eric’s smile grew wider. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips, before pulling free of her body, discarding the condom in the bin and flopping down on the bed alongside of Natasha.

  He lay there for a few minutes before rolling onto his side facing her, his hand coming out to rest on her flat stomach. Natasha quivered under his touch. ‘Will I ever get tired of him?’ she thought to herself.

  As his fingers trailed lightly over the soft skin of her stomach, Eric looked up at her. “How the hell did we go so long before doing this? You’ve worked for me for almost a year and nothing. If I’d known it was going to be like this, I’d have asked you to come away with me months ago. I’ve never experienced anything like it before. One look, one touch and it’s like throwing a lit match into a fuel can. We just go off with a bang.” Eric grinned.

  Natasha reached out trailing her fingers down his face, over his chest until she reached his penis which nestled quietly against his balls and Eric’s hand came out to halt her wandering hand.

  “Oh no you don’t baby. I think you need a break or you’re going to get sore and much as I love being inside you and a part of me even likes the idea of you being sore because I’ve been inside you over and over again I think Miss Insatiable that you should curb that appetite and concentrate on your other appetite. That’s what I actually intended asking you before you took advantage of me, was whether you wanted to dine in the hotel’s restaurant tonight or order in and eat in our suite?” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “If you keep taking advantage of me, I’m going to need food to sustain me woman or you’re going to kill me at this rate.” He joked.

  Natasha punched Eric lightly on his arm. “I’ve taken advantage of you? You need food? I seem to remember someone dragging me out of the restaurant without food last night Mr. You call me insatiable but I didn’t hear you complaining.”

  Eric gave her that lazy, sexy smile of his. “Well, how can I resist.” He said, his hand sliding up to cup her breast and he watched as her nipple tightened and hardened under his touch.

  “Oh no YOU don’t.” Natasha warned. “If we’re going to prove to the hotel staff that we’re still alive, no more of that for now.” She said, pulling his hand away from her breast. “I’m going for a shower.” She swung her legs over the edge of the bed. When she glanced back at Eric, he was lying there, watching her with a glint in his eyes.

  “Oh no.” Natasha warned. “Alone this time or we’ll never get out of here, and I’m starving.” She said, rising gracefully to her feet.

  With one final look at Eric lying on the bed, limbs sprawled out, looking relaxed and satiated, Natasha headed off to the bathroom to have her shower.

  Natasha would have liked to linger under the warmth of the twin shower heads, but she didn’t want to risk Eric coming in to see what she was doing, which would have the real possibility of delaying their departure to the restaurant as she had no control once Eric was close to her and using his considerable charms on her.

  Even when he didn’t try, just being physically close to him, made it impossible for her to resist him. She shut off the water, reaching for a clean towel, and began drying herself off before taking the towel and wrapping it around her wet hair.

  Reaching for one of the thick robes hanging on the back of the door, Natasha slipped into it, tying the belt firmly at her waist before she left the bathroom. Eric was still sprawled out on the bed and Natasha tip toed quietly over to the bed to gaze down at him. One arm was flung over his face, covering his eyes, he was asleep.

  Natasha backed soundlessly away, pulling the towel off her head and dried her hair as thoroughly as she could. She then snuck back over to the bed, with the wet towel in one hand, balled it up then threw it at Eric. It landed fair and square on his head and he jumped, his body bucking up in reaction.

  “Damn.” He was galvanized into action, sitting up, dragging the wet towel off his head.

  Natasha burst out laughing and Eric growled at her, leaping off the bed and made a lunge at her. She leapt back, turning and running back towards the bathroom. Eric took off after her, catching her, just before she could get through the doorway. He threw her over his shoulder and headed back towards the bed, with Natasha squealing and thumping her clenched fists against his back, but it was no use, he wouldn’t put her down.

  Once he got to the bed, he pulled her off his shoulders and threw her down on it. She landed, bounced, arms and legs flailing, more squeals bursting from her lips. Eric dropped to the bed, straddling her body, pinning her down and bent his head, kissing her hard on the lips.

  “Eric, no.” Natasha said, pushing against his shoulders, “I want to eat – food.” She clarified, when his eyes lit up.

  “Oh don’t worry sweetheart, I’m not going to make love to you n
ow, but I am going to make sure everyone knows you’re mine.” He said. “I’m going to brand you for everyone to see.” He dropped his lips to her neck.

  He nibbled along the length of her throat, causing Natasha to shiver with excitement at his touch. He sucked and nipped his way over her neck, before drawing the skin in, sucking hard on her. Natasha’s breath was dragged in on a sharp gasp at the slight pain.

  Eric pulled away, rearing up to survey his work. He smiled, obviously pleased with himself before climbing off her, and getting off the bed. He looked down at Natasha as she lay before him.

  “Guess I’d better go shower now.” He said, before turning and heading off to the bathroom. “Oh, and dress up baby.” He threw over his shoulder, just before he disappeared through the doorway.

  Natasha lay there for a few minutes after Eric had gone, her heart still beating erratically. Her fingers went to her neck as if expecting to feel something where he’d sucked at her skin but apart from the area being a bit tender, she couldn’t feel anything.

  She pulled herself up, rising from the bed and heading into the second bathroom to survey the damage. Already there was a dark bruise forming low on her neck and Natasha groaned. Damn, there was no hiding the hickey, yes a hickey, she couldn’t believe that Eric Rothman, business man, millionaire, would give her a damned hickey! She wanted to go and give him a boot up his multi million dollar arse.

  With one final look at her neck, Natasha left the bathroom and headed off to choose something to wear for dinner. She slipped on a lacy black thong, hardly worth the effort really as everything was still visible through the barely there fabric. Next it was an equally sheer lacy push up, strapless bra. Natasha rolled delicate black stockings up her legs, which ended mid thigh. She pulled the matching garter belt on, and attached the stockings to the belt. Glancing at herself in the dressing room mirror, she smiled, hoping that Eric would like what he saw, when he undressed her later tonight. She felt sexy and confident in her new lingerie. With a final glance at herself, she put her robe back on, then slipped her feet into a pair of high heeled strappy black shoes.