Natasha's Awakening (71 page)

Despite his warning, it was still a shock and Natasha squeaked at the cold hitting her on her delicate skin. Eric chuckled and gently began to shave her. “How about I take it all off baby? Will you let me do that to you?”

“You’d like that?” Natasha asked. “I guess so, if that’s what you want, take it all off but be gentle.” She warned him.

“Of course baby. I’m not going to damage the merchandise.” He grinned up at her and slowly and carefully he continued shaving her.

Natasha lay back and relaxed, confident that he wouldn’t hurt her. It took him awhile, but once he was done, he washed her down and then returned to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back, he had a mirror in his hand. He positioned it so Natasha could see herself in it. She wasn’t entirely sure she wanted to see herself looking so open and exposed, but she had to concede that Eric had done a good job.

He pulled the pillow out from under her and disappeared back in the bathroom again with the towel. He was gone a few minutes but when he walked out, he was completely naked and erect, his penis jutting out in front of him. Natasha felt liquid pool between her legs at the sight of him heading towards her. God he was so big and so sexy and she just wanted him, all the time.

She licked her lips and Eric’s eyes tracked the small movement as he climbed onto the bed with her. “I was going to wait until the restaurant, until after we ate, but I can’t. Shaving you was so sexy and you bare now is the sexiest thing. Don’t ever doubt how beautiful ALL of you is baby. I have to have you now, I want to be inside you.” Eric’s voice was husky and he looked down into her eyes.

Natasha’s arms rose, circling his neck, pulling Eric closer so she could kiss him. His lips covered hers, taking over the kiss, coaxing hers apart so his tongue could invade her mouth. As their passion mounted, her hands raked through his hair tugging on it gently as her tongue dueled with his. She moaned softly and felt herself getting wetter as his tongue mimicked the action of what his body would soon be doing.

He broke the kiss and they both gasped for air. Eric dropped down on the bed alongside of Natasha, pressing his hips against her side and she could feel his rigid penis between them. She sighed which turned into a gasp when Eric’s lips closed around her nipple, sucking on it until it had hardened. He reached over and did the same to the other nipple and while his mouth worked on her breasts, his hand moved down over her bulging stomach before slipping between her legs to cup her bare mound.

Eric pushed a couple of fingers into her, groaning when he felt how wet she was. “God baby, I love how wet you get. You make me feel so good, like I’m the most important person in the world. It’s a hell of a turn on. I can almost believe I’m the only man who can make you wet. “

Natasha moaned. “You are the best Eric, you are the greatest man in the world to me and you’re right, only you can turn me on the way you do.” She whispered and Eric bent to kiss her parted lips.

“I want you baby, I want to be inside you now. You rob me of my self control, I can’t wait.” She knew by the way he urgently pushed against her hip that what he was saying was true.

“I don’t want to wait either Eric. I need you inside me too, now.” At her words, Eric lay on his back and urged her to straddle him. She didn’t need any encouragement and as quickly as she could in her very pregnant state, she climbed over him, grasping his penis in one hand to hold at her entrance and she slowly lowered herself onto him, not stopping until she was impaled on his hard length.

Once she was seated over his hips, Eric’s penis buried deep inside her, Natasha wriggled on him, feeling his hard shaft brushing her vaginal walls and causing her to clamp around him in an intimate embrace. He groaned and thrust up into her, his hands moving to her hips as he tried to push her into moving. “Come on baby, you’re killing me. Ride me, I want you to fuck me. Come on sweetheart. ” He bucked up again, frustration clearly evident on his face.

Natasha smiled at his impatience. She couldn’t help herself though, she liked to torture him a little and build the pleasure slowly. She loved being so intimately connected with him besides just the mind blowing orgasms she could receive. Still Eric was looking like he was about to grind his teeth down to the gum line if she made him wait much longer. 

Bracing her hands on his stomach, she raised herself up until just the tip of his penis was still inside her and then she dropped down hard, just as he thrust up. As Eric slammed into her cervix, pleasure radiated out and she gasped. She rose up off him again and then crashed down on him, her heavy breasts swaying.

Gradually Natasha increased her pace as her pleasure mounted. Eric’s groan clearly showed his relief and he dug his fingers into her hips to force her down hard onto him as he bucked up, thrusting into her.

She threw her head back, her eyes closing as she focused on the orgasm that was slowing building within her. Her movements became faster, until she bounced wildly on Eric, ramming the head of his penis hard against her cervix over and over again. 

Their breathing became more laboured. The sounds of their breathing and the slapping of their skin as their bodies came together, were the only noises in the room. Eric moved one of his hands from Natasha’s hip to between their bodies and he started circling her swollen clitoris over and over.

At his touch she began to ride him faster, her breasts jiggling with her movements. Eric’s fingers flicked over her hard little nub and suddenly Natasha’s orgasm hit, a high pitched cry bursting from her parted lips. She jerked struggling to keep her rhythm on Eric’s steely shaft going, but she couldn’t. Her inner muscles fluttered around him and she collapsed over his chest just as she heard him shout her name and begin to spurt hotly into her, his hips jerking.

They both trembled through the last of their mutual release until finally Eric gently lifted her off him, rolling her over so he could tuck her body against his. They lay like that for a while, spooning, simply enjoying their bodies close together.

Eventually he stirred, his lips against Natasha’s neck. “How about we go and have a shower baby so we can get ready to go down for dinner?”

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“Have you decided what you’d like to order baby?” Eric looked over at Natasha as they sat in their private cubicle in the hotel’s restaurant.

“Am I going to get to eat it this time?” She asked dryly and he laughed.

“Well now, that depends I guess baby. If you think you can keep your hands off me long enough to eat, then yeah, you’ll get your meal. Do you think you can do that?” He grinned at her and Natasha groaned.

“I’m the one sitting here with no panties on at your request I might add, and you’re asking me if I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you?” Her expression was amused.

Eric’s eyes darkened, their blue more intense. “Don’t remind me baby.” He slid along the seat, closer to her. His hand disappeared under the table, pushing the hem of her royal blue, silky dress up. Natasha tensed and a small gasp escaped her lips when his fingers slid between her folds, finding her already wet.

He pressed his lips against her ear, his warm breath teasing the sensitive skin there. “You are such a hussy baby. See how wet you are?” He pulled his fingers from between her folds to show her the moisture glistening on his fingertips. When she blushed, Eric smiled, that sexy smile of his that made her heart flutter and he reached out to trace her bottom lip, smearing her juices along it. Once it was moist, he bent his head, his tongue coming out to lick her lip, before covering her lips with his and kissing her deeply.

Just then the waitress turned up at their table to take their orders and Natasha ordered the oysters Kilpatrick for the entrée and lobster mornay for the main. Eric gave his order and when the waitress left it was his turn to roll his eyes. “You and the seafood baby.”

Natasha grinned. “You know how much I love my seafood Mr Rothman.”

They didn’t have to wait that long and their entrees arrived. Eric had ordered the oysters too, but he had the mornay and they didn’t speak at all while they ate their meal. Natasha moaned after every oyster, her pallet savouring the flavours and Eric did his usual thing of watching her eat. He seemed to never tire of watching her.

Once they’d finished their entrees and the waitress had taken their empty platters away, Eric leaned in to whisper in Natasha’s ear. “Spread your legs baby.” He said and her eyes widened as she looked over at him.

His eyes burned as he waited for her to obey him and when she slowly parted her legs, his hand slipped beneath the table again and he zeroed straight in on her clitoris, rubbing it over and over with his thumb then delving two fingers into her soaked entrance, driving them as deep as he could when she was sitting at the table, curling them to graze over her g-spot then out again.

Something about knowing they could get caught, hearing the other diners chatting in the restaurant, the sounds of cutlery on plates, excited Natasha and it didn’t take long and she started to tremble. Eric was unrelenting, flicking his thumb over her swollen, sensitive nub and thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Her muscles closed around him trying to hold him within her and she heard his low groan as he felt her tighten around his fingers.

The waitress arrived with their main meals and Natasha kept her eyes down, worried that the woman would know what they were doing. Her skin felt flushed and her heart was racing but if the waitress noticed anything, she didn’t let on and after she’d placed their plates on the table she left again.

“Eat up baby.” Eric said huskily as Natasha sat staring at her meal. She shot him a tortured look and he kissed her gently on the cheek all while his fingers still worked between her legs. “Come on Natasha, eat.” He ordered her and a spark of anger flashed in her eyes. How the hell was she supposed to eat while he was driving her crazy?

“Damn you Eric.” She moaned but he just grinned at her, his fingers never ceasing their steady torment on her delicate flesh.

She picked up her knife and fork and began to eat her lobster mornay. It was delicious but she was having trouble concentrating on the flavours and appreciating it when Eric’s fingers still thrust into her. He drove them in, twisting them, grazing her g-spot, which sent a spark of pleasure through her body, before withdrawing them to brush over her highly sensitized clitoris and repeating his movements over and over again.

Natasha’s body began to tighten as her climax drew closer. She struggled to eat her lobster, taking a quick peek over at Eric who was eating his meal with one hand, no hint of what he was doing to her showing on his face.

He leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. “Come on baby, come for me.” And at his huskily spoken words and with him suddenly pinching her clitoris between his thumb and finger, Natasha’s orgasm slammed through her body, making her cry out despite her efforts to be quiet. Her body shook and shuddered, her hand shaking so hard she was forced to put her cutlery down and as she sagged from her release, Eric’s hand cupped her, his fingers still buried in her as she fluttered and clenched around them.

Natasha was suddenly conscious of where they were and her eyes shot around the room nervously. A couple of people at nearby tables were looking at her curiously and she couldn’t control the tide of colour that flooded her face.

Eric followed her gaze and nodded to the people dining at the tables near them. “She really loves her seafood.” He grinned at them. “You have no idea how much.” And everyone smiled and returned to their meals.

Natasha felt mortified. “Eric.” She hissed at him and he turned to her smiling. “You’re not helping damn you.” She said, shooting him a look that should have knocked him off his chair, but he merely tossed his head back and burst out laughing.

“Relax baby. No one but me knows what just happened and fuck that was hot. You are so hot, so beautiful. I am so fucking hard for you right now.” He took her hand and pressed it down against his groin. She could feel the steely hard length of his erection under her palm.

Natasha started to move her hand over the hard ridge of his penis through his pants, but he stopped her. “Don’t baby. I don’t want to come here. The next time you make me come, I want to be buried in that tight, hot body of yours.” He told her.

Eric removed his hand from between her legs, and Natasha could see her juices on his fingers. As he watched her, he slowly licked them clean before wiping the last off on his napkin. She felt her inner muscles clench at the sight of him apparently savouring her taste and he was enjoying it, if the look on his face was any indication.

“Hurry up and eat baby, suddenly I want to get back to our room as quickly as possible.” Eric growled and Natasha dutifully picked up her cutlery and continued to eat her meal. They both ate in silence after that. Eric kept shifting around in his seat, one hand sometimes moving under the table to adjust himself by the looks of things, so he was obviously uncomfortable. It still amazed her that their need for one another was so explosive. It didn’t seem to matter how often they made love. All it took was one look, one touch and that overwhelming, all consuming desire would be burning through them again. Eric obviously had one hell of a stamina too although she wasn’t going to tell him that. His ego was big enough at times, as it was.

As soon as she put down her knife and fork, Eric reached into his pocket, withdrew his wallet and threw money onto the table before taking Natasha’s hand and helping her to her feet. Not too subtly, he took her hand and dragged her out of the restaurant as quickly as she could move in her heavily pregnant state.

He was silent on the ride up to the suite in the elevator and as soon as he’d unlocked their door, pushed her inside and closed the door behind him, he hauled her into his arms.

Eric’s lips closed over hers, his tongue pushing roughly into her mouth. He kissed her hard, his passion wild and unrestrained. He finally dragged his lips away from hers, his breathing laboured and he dropped his forehead against hers as he fought to get himself under control.