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  “Sit on the edge of the bed.” Eric said and Natasha bent down, removing her heels and dropped them on the floor.

  “Now lay down on the towel.” Eric instructed her.

  Natasha stood up and crawled across the mattress on all fours until she was on the towel. She turned over and lay down, looking up at Eric who stood, watching her. His eyes burned hotly as they travelled down the length of her body, lying there in her lacy underwear.

  He slipped off his robe, letting it fall to the floor and walked over to the bed, his erection jutting out in front of him. Natasha raised her arm, her hand reaching out to sweep her fingers up the length of his penis.

  “Ah, ah,” Eric warned her, “No touching, I want you to lie there and don’t move.” He told her. “Undo your bra.”

  Natasha arched her back, pushing her hips up so she could slide her fingers in between the bed and the clasp of her bra. Once she’d undone it she lowered herself back down on the bed, slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it to the floor.

  Eric stuck a hand out and cupped one of her naked breasts, circling her nipple with his thumb, but as quickly as his hand was on her, he’d removed it again. He moved to the suspender belt that held her stockings in place, undoing them before gently rolling them down first one leg, then the other.

  He bent over her, running his hands up her legs until he got to the suspender belt and Natasha lifted again so he could slide it down her body.

  Eric straightened, staring down at her as she lay there, only the black lacy thong left barely concealing her femininity from his gaze. Natasha watched him, fighting not to touch him. His slow removal of her underwear was driving her crazy, she wanted to touch him so badly she had to curl her fingers into the towel to keep them from reaching out to him.

  Slowly he removed her thong, bringing it to his face and he sniffed the scrap of fabric. Natasha wasn’t sure whether to be embarrassed or turned on watching him. Eric dropped her thong on the floor with the rest of her underwear before bending down and pulling something out from under the bed. He held something in his hand, which he raised up, so Natasha could see what he was holding. They were his ties.

  “I want to know how you would feel about me tying you up Natasha?” he asked her. “You can say no, if you’re not comfortable with that idea.”

  Natasha looked between Eric’s slightly wary expression and the ties in his hand and she realised she could deny him nothing. “Ok.” Was all she said to him.

  He moved to her right shoulder, tying one tie to the post then slipping the end around her wrist, tying it securely. Natasha tested the knot, pulling against the tie that held her. Eric moved down to her right foot, tying it to the bed post, then moving his way around her body, tying her other arm and leg, until she lay before him, spread eagled on the bed.

  He stood back from her for a moment, his eyes travelling down the length of her body as she lay there, vulnerable to him, exposed. Natasha could see the excitement burning in his eyes, as he looked at her. Eric curled his fingers around his straining penis, running his hand up and down the length of it as he watched her.

  Natasha’s eyes followed his hand as he touched himself. It was strangely erotic to her and she shifted around, pulling against her restraints. Eric’s lips curved up as he smiled at her. He removed his hand from himself and walked over to where she lay, staring down at her for a moment, his hand giving himself one more stroke along his engorged length.

  He reached for the bowl of strawberries and selected a nice plump, ripe one. Taking a bite from it, he sat down on the bed, bending over Natasha and kissed her, the juices from the strawberry sweet on his lips. He took the half eaten strawberry and ran it over her lips, tracing them, coating them with the juices. Again he bent to kiss her, his tongue circling her lips, licking the sweetness off her.

  “Open your mouth,” Eric told her. Natasha parted her lips, her eyes never leaving Eric, and he slipped the strawberry into her mouth. She bit down on it, the sweetness exploding on her tongue and she groaned.

  “Damn woman.” Eric groaned too, “Do you have to look so sexy eating that strawberry?” he asked, “I’m feeling jealous of a piece of fruit right now.”

  Natasha smiled at Eric and again, shifted as much as she could within the limitations of her restraints. She desperately wanted to touch him, but she couldn’t.

  Eric selected another strawberry, took a bite from it, then he traced her lips with it before trailing it down her chin, over her neck, down to her breasts, circling her nipples. Natasha could feel the dampness of the strawberry’s juices on her skin. Her nipples hardened and Eric flicked the strawberry back and forth over her erect nipples. She squirmed under his touch, pulling against the ties on her wrists, but they wouldn’t release her. Eric continued down her body with the strawberry, over her stomach, which quivered under his touch, then down to the narrow strip of curls that marked the entrance to her sex.

  Natasha lay there, legs spread, her breathing erratic as Eric circled her clitoris with the strawberry, watching her, as her excitement grew. Relentlessly he caressed her with the strawberry and Natasha bucked against her restraints, her hips lifting off the bed.

  Before her pleasure could reach the point of no return, Eric moved lower with the strawberry, parting her with his fingers, before slipping the small red fruit into her body. Natasha gasped at the feel of him twisting and turning the strawberry inside her. He released it, leaving it within her and his fingers went back to circling her clitoris.

  Eric tweaked her between his thumb and finger then rubbed her swollen bud over and over again. Natasha’s body began to tremble under his touch. Her excitement grew, her skin breaking out in a thin sheen of perspiration. Faster and faster Eric rubbed her clitoris and her breathing increased, her lips parting as she gasped for air. She pulled helplessly against the ties, desperately wanting to touch him, to hold him.

  Suddenly Eric dropped his head between her thighs, he moved his hand away from her sex, and Natasha bowed up off the bed as his tongue replaced his fingers, flicking over her highly sensitized flesh, before his lips curled around the hard bud, sucking on it, blowing on it, working Natasha up higher and higher. Her breathing sounded loud in the bedroom, as she felt her climax building. Eric sucked at her, biting lightly, flicking his tongue and circling her, driving her closer and closer.

  “Eric.” she groaned. Her head moving from side to side on the mattress. “Please.” Natasha begged.

  Eric raised his head for a moment to look at her. “What do you want sweetheart?” he asked blowing gently over her over sensitive nub, the feel of his breath on her damp skin, driving her that little bit higher.

  “You…inside….me.” She gasped.

  “Not yet baby.” Eric’s tongue flicked over Natasha’s clitoris again, then his lips closed over it, sucking and nipping gently at her. It was too much for her and her orgasm exploded, slamming through her body.

  Her back arched, her body shuddering through an intense climax, a scream drawn from her as the ripples of pleasure rolled over her, seeming to go on forever.

  As Natasha bucked and strained against her restraints while her orgasm chorused through her, Eric watched, running a hand gently and soothingly up and down her thigh. When her body was reduced to trembling limbs, Eric bent closer to her, “Push out the strawberry sweetheart.” He said softly to her.

  Natasha’s eyes shot open and she looked at Eric in surprise. She’d forgotten about the strawberry, but when she squeezed her internal muscles down hard, she could feel it inside her. Gently she pushed down and felt the strawberry slip from her entrance.

  Eric picked it up, raising it so she could see it. She could feel her cheeks heat with embarrassment at the sight of her juices, the proof of her pleasure, dribbling down his hand. He held the soaked piece of fruit up to his nose, breathing deeply and then to add to Natasha’s embarrassment, he popped the strawberry into his mouth, biting down on the plump red flesh.

  Natasha squirmed as she
watched Eric’s face, the pleasure as he chewed on the strawberry that was flavoured with her. When he swallowed, he smiled at Natasha, bending down to kiss her. She could taste the combination of the sweetness of the strawberry and a hint of the flavour of her own juices. Quickly Eric released her restraints and she was free. She rubbed at her wrists that bore faint red marks where she’d pulled against the ties that had held her down.

  Eric dropped down on the bed alongside of Natasha, one arm draped over her stomach. She glanced over at him, her eyes running down the length of him, her gaze settling on his erection which jutted out from his body as he lay next to her. She rolled onto her side, placing a hand on his hard stomach. It was her turn now to do something for him. She sat up, disturbing Eric, and his eyes opened to look up at her. “Now it’s my turn.” She said, smiling at him and Eric’s lips curved up in response.

  Natasha swung around, picking up the can of whipped cream and turned until she was kneeling beside him. Carefully she positioned the can over Eric’s chest and pressed down on the plunger watching as the cream shot forth from the nozzle onto his nipple. She sprayed a dollop of cream over both of his nipples, watching as they hardened under the coolness of the cream. She heard his sharply indrawn breath when the cold hit his warm skin.

  Natasha tossed her hair over a shoulder before bending down, her tongue flicking through the dollop of cream over one nipple. It was already melting slightly from the heat of his body so she lapped at his nipple, licking and sucking up the cream. Eric groaned softly as he slid one hand into the tangled mane of her hair.

  She lifted her head to look at him, before bending down over his other nipple, gently sucking and licking at it with as much attention as she’d given the first one. When all traces of cream were gone, Natasha lifted her head again briefly before touching her lips to Eric’s.

  His lips opened closing over hers, his hand buried in her hair, holding her to him. He groaned again, deep in his throat and she moaned softly. She placed one of her hands on his chest, running it slowly down his body, over his taut stomach, feeling his muscles contract under her touch and Eric groaned again. Natasha’s fingers closed around his penis, squeezing gently and he gasped.

  She pulled away from him, breaking contact with his lips and sat up, watching his face. She could see the trace of frustration etched in his features, but ignoring his look because she was not going to give into him and kiss him again, Natasha grabbed the can of cream, squirting a trail of it along Eric’s hard shaft. He bucked under the sudden cold shock of it, his breath hissing out between his teeth.

  Natasha slid down the bed until she was kneeling before Eric’s straining erection, the cream melting and running down the length of it. She then bent over, opening her mouth wide and closing her lips around him.

  He jerked in response and Natasha sucked on him, drawing him deeper into her mouth, licking and sucking at the cream, savouring the taste. She began to move rhythmically up and down his steely shaft, rolling her tongue over his velvety skin, tracing the veins up the length of him, feeling him jerk in her mouth.

  Natasha pulled back then licked her way down Eric’s penis, down until she could suck one of his tightened balls into her mouth. His breathing sounded harsh in the room and she could tell he was not that far off coming. Eric’s hands raked through Natasha’s hair in a restless motion and his hips were moving, thrusting up towards her mouth as his excitement grew.

  “Natasha, baby.” He groaned his voice tight with tension, “I can’t hold on much longer.” He said. His balls started to tuck up against his body and she wrapped her hand around him, tightening her grip on him. She gave him one final caress of her tongue then pulled back, watching his face. Eric writhed around in frustration when her mouth left him but she just sat back on her heels her eyes on his face. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he panted, his hips moving restlessly. “Fuck.” He growled.

  When he had calmed down slightly, Natasha rose reaching past him to pull a condom out of the bedside drawer, tearing the wrapper open and rolling it down his length. Eric watched her from narrowed eyes that burned with his desire for her. She straddled his hips, bent down to drop a kiss on his lips then with one hand wrapped around his penis, she slowly lowered herself onto him, impaling herself on his erection. As she took more of him deep inside her, Eric thrust up hard, burying himself in her moist, heat. He groaned, and a soft sigh slipped past Natasha’s parted lips.

  Slowly, with her hands braced on his chest, she started to rise and lower herself on him, taking him as deep within her body as she could. She settled into a gentle rhythm, rising and lowering herself, but Eric’s impatience was growing and he began to thrust up into her, harder and faster.

  Natasha’s muscles clenched around him, drawing a groan from Eric and she gave in to her rising passion, riding him hard, rotating her hips so he pressed against her internal walls, setting off sparks of pleasure.

  Eric slipped a hand between their bodies, pressing his fingertips against her hard bud, rolling it between them, flicking at it and she moaned, bucking wildly, feeling her climax rising again.

  Natasha’s control deserted her and she bounced up and down on his shaft, harder and harder, her head thrown back, breasts jiggling with every move. Eric watched her through narrowed eyes, excitement burning deep within his gaze. It was turning him on so much to watch her, to watch her mounting pleasure, the way she rode him hard and fast, completely lost to all but the pleasure escalating as their bodies ground and thrust against one another.

  Suddenly Natasha’s lips parted and a high, keening cry burst from her, she ground herself down hard on him, slamming him against her cervix. Her nails curled, digging into his chest, plucking at the light covering of hair over his ribs. Eric felt her muscles contract around him as she rode out her orgasm.

  He thrust once, twice, three times more into her before groaning out her name as he reached his own climax, his body shuddering, his breath ragged and rasping as he tried to drag air into his lungs.

  Natasha could feel him pulsing through his release deep within her and she shook as her body still convulsed around him, before she collapsed over Eric’s chest, their hearts pounding in unison. The room was silent except for the sounds of their tortured breathing, the air heavy with the scent of sex.

  After a while, their breathing gradually settled, their heartbeats returning to normal. Eric’s hands traced lazy circles over Natasha’s back. He raised his head to kiss her shoulder and she stirred, sighing deeply. They were still intimately connected to one another although she could feel his penis softening inside her.

  Almost bonelessly Natasha slipped off Eric and sprawled out along side of him, one hand still on his chest. Lazily her fingers brushed through the damp hair on his chest. He took her hand, entwining his fingers with hers and rolled onto his side, dropping a kiss on her head, giving her that sexy grin of his.

  “How about we go and have a nice spa bath.” He said. His voice was still husky with traces of the passion that had consumed him not so long ago in his tone.

  Natasha sighed, “Oh yes please, that sounds heavenly.” She said on a deep sigh.

  Eric rolled over onto his stomach and propped himself up on his elbows, his eyes moving over her face, a warm look in their blue depths. Natasha could see something else in his gaze but she couldn’t put her finger on just what that look was. Before she could try to figure it out he bent down, his lips closing softly over hers. It was a gentle kiss, a lingering kiss, but he pulled away as soon as Natasha traced her tongue over his lips.

  He jumped up off the bed, stretched and yawned, his muscles flexing. Natasha watched him, her eyes moving down the length of him. He was such a stunning example of a man and she could feel the familiar pull inside her as she watched him and again she wondered if she’d ever stop feeling the strong level of attraction she had for this man.

  With one final stretch, Eric grinned down at her, that knowing look in his eyes. He knew exactly what sort of effect he ha
d on her. He turned, giving Natasha a view of his gorgeous tight buttocks and headed off for the bathroom.

  “I’ll go and fill the bath, don’t be long.” He threw over his shoulder on the way. She watched each graceful step he took wondering how one man could make every move he made look so good, her eyes on him until he disappeared into the bathroom.

  After he’d gone, her heart suddenly started to pound frantically in her chest, her skin breaking out in a fine film of perspiration.

  “No, please no.” Natasha’s whisper was filled with anguish. “I can’t do this. This can’t be happening. God, I’m in love with him.”

  Chapter 6.

  Natasha lay there as the realization of how much she loved Eric flowed through her. She knew she couldn’t tell him. Their relationship so far was based on sexual attraction, love was never meant to be an issue. Ok, Eric had treated her so well in the time they’d been together here in the hotel, he’d been caring and considerate of her inexperience. He had been nothing but gentle and making sure her introduction to love making had been special for her and it had been that, she’d loved every moment of her time with him, but not once had he ever given her any indication that his interest in her would extend beyond this time together in the hotel, he’d never once told her he loved her.

  She knew it had to be her secret, she couldn’t tell him. Natasha couldn’t stand to see the look in his eyes if he learned the truth, if he realised she’d fallen in love with him. He would pity her, things would never be the same between them, she’d have to resign from her job as she wouldn’t be able work around him anymore, see him with other women, because there would be other women, Eric wasn’t the happily ever after kind of man. He was treating her so much better than she could ever have imagined, but he wasn’t in love with her.

  She just had to enjoy the rest of their time in the hotel and try not to think about what would happen once they went back to their normal, everyday lives. It was going to break her heart having to walk away from him when this week was over, but she had known what she was doing when she agreed to come and spend the time with him, she knew there was the risk that her heart would become vulnerable to him. It was going to be hard to go back to their normal boss and employee relationship but she had already decided if it was too hard on her, she would leave her job and find something else. She was good at what she did, finding another job wouldn’t be too hard. So, with that decision set firmly in her mind, Natasha rose to her feet, slipped one of the hotel robes over her naked body and headed for the bathroom, to join Eric.