Natasha's Awakening (20 page)

With every thrust of his tongue into her mouth Natasha felt the pull deep in her and her internal muscles, fluttered and clenched on Eric’s penis which was still buried to the hilt inside her. He broke the kiss, his breath rasping.

“Fuck baby, that feels so good, you could make me come from doing that. Those muscles of yours are like a vice, you’re so tight.” He said. “But I want to watch you come too baby.”

He reached under the pillow again and Natasha wondered what else he had hidden under there. He opened his hand, revealing the egg and this time Eric moaned when she felt the pull inside as her body remembered the pleasure that small plain looking little device had brought her.

He turned it on and the egg buzzed to life. He touched it to Natasha’s thigh and she twitched as it vibrated against her. He started moving it up her leg, curving inwards until he reached her thin strip of curls. She held her breath as he got closer to that sensitive part of her.

When he touched it against her clitoris Natasha jumped, the sensation so intense she gasped and the feeling rocked her to her core. Eric circled her with the egg, the vibration of it driving her crazy.

“Eric, it’s too much.” She whimpered. It was so intense she bit down hard on her lip, rotating her hips, riding Eric’s engorged penis, desperately trying to relieve the feelings that were almost too overwhelming for her to cope with.

He ignored her pleas, continuing with the maddening circling of the egg and she started panting as she fought her rapidly rising passion.

“Oh god.” She groaned. “Eric, please, I can’t take it…I….I’m going to come, I can’t control it.” She gasped.

At her words, Eric touched the egg over her clitoris and Natasha screamed. She threw her head back, her long curls cascading over his thighs and an orgasm so strong it nearly made her black out, pierced through her body. She braced herself on his chest, her nails digging into him as shock wave after shock wave pulsed through her and she tightened around his shaft, her internal muscles grabbing at him until she faintly heard his deep groan over the roaring in her ears.

Finally the violent tremors racking her body started to ease and she opened her eyes to see Eric watching her, his eyes dark with desire. His cheeks were flushed after watching her climax before him and he hardened until it was almost painful. He pulled her down to kiss her, cupping her face in the palms of his hands. Her cheeks felt hot and flushed, a fine film of perspiration coated her body.

“Fuck that was amazing baby, you’re fucking amazing, that was so hot, you almost made me come. Now I want you to make me come.” He said huskily.

His words sent a burst of excitement through her body and she clenched around him, tightening her core until she was like a vice holding him.

“Oh fuck Natasha, that feels so good.” He moaned. She watched the emotions cross his face and when she spotted the egg that he had discarded, lying on the bed beside him, she picked it up and rising up slightly, she touched the egg to the base of his penis and turned it on.

“FUCK!” Eric’s eyes shot open and he bucked wildly under her, almost unseating her and making her drop the egg. “Don’t..do…that...again!” he ground out and grabbed the egg off Natasha throwing it across the room.

“Oh, so it was ok to use it on me, but I can’t use it on you?” She complained, pouting at Eric.

“No you bloody well can’t and I bought it for you, not for me.” He said and with one hard buck of his hips he slammed into her, forcing a gasp from her lips.

He grabbed Natasha’s hips and flipped her over until she lay beneath him without breaking contact and began to pound into her, hard and fast, grunting with each surge into her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands coming up to clutch at his arms as she hung on through his frenzied thrusting.

She felt a drop of sweat from him fall onto her and opened her eyes to look at his face. His eyes were open and his expression focused as he continued his unrelenting assault of her body. He started to thrust into her even harder, his hips moving like pistons as he worked his way towards his own explosive release.

Natasha dug her heels into his buttocks, encouraging him to go harder, faster, his frenzied, frantic pace exciting her more than she could have imagined. Suddenly Eric paused, bucked hard then drove into her holding himself deep in her, his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted and his breath hissed out between his teeth as he erupted inside of her. He thrust a few more times, his hips jerking until finally he was done and Natasha could feel the last of his release pulsing through him. He collapsed on her, his weight pinning her down on the bed, his breathing almost tortured sounding in the room. His heart pounded against her so fast she momentarily wondered if it could take that frantic pace and she ran her hands down his back, his skin damp with sweat.

With a groan, Eric pulled free of her body rolling onto his back to lie beside her, dragging deep breaths into his starving lungs. One arm covered his eyes and Natasha rolled onto her side to watch him as he slowly calmed down again. He lifted his arm enough to peer at her from one eye. “Fuck me woman, you’re going to kill me.” He panted.

Natasha just smiled at him, then reached over to kiss his cheek. “I need to go to the bathroom.” She told him climbing out of bed and wobbled a bit on legs that were still shaky after their love making. “I’m having a shower too. Alone.” She said when Eric’s eyes got that glint in them that she’d come to recognise. “I think you’ve done enough for one morning.” She scolded him and he smirked.

“Baby, I can never do you enough.” He said giving her his attempt at a smoldering look and sexy voice.

“Oh shut up.” She said, picking up her pillow so she could throw it at him. He easily batted it away and sat up to watch her walk through to the bathroom. Whistling at her as he watched the graceful movement of her hips and the curve of her buttocks as she walked away. She turned around when she got to the doorway to their bathroom, smiled at him, then in a not so lady like way, she stuck her finger up at him, blew him a raspberry and closed the door, smiling to herself when she heard Eric burst out laughing.

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When Natasha emerged from the bathroom 20 minutes later, her naked body swathed in the hotel’s robe and her hair brushed until it fell in a ripple of auburn waves down her back, she was surprised to see that Eric was asleep. She walked over to the bed to look down at him. He lay on his back, one arm flung over the pillow above his head, the other arm on his chest. He had his head angled to one side and his legs were sprawled out, one foot hanging off the side of the bed. She allowed herself the indulgence of just studying his gorgeous features as he slept, the way his hair fell across his forehead, that one lock that never stayed in place, his long lashes brushing his cheeks. Natasha had to wonder why he got the kind of lashes most women would kill to have. His lips were parted slightly and his face was relaxed in sleep as were other parts of his body she noticed, her gaze moving down the length of him.

She bent down and dropped a kiss on his forehead, but he didn’t stir, he was obviously exhausted after all their lovemaking. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him. He was so handsome, so sexy, her heart ached with the intensity of her love for him. To know that in just a few more short days, they would be going back to life as it was prior to this week away, sent a pain piercing through her. She honestly didn’t know how she was going to do it, act like they were nothing more than boss and employee. If he went back to his usual behaviour of short term relationships and her having to send the flowers and gifts to the women as they came into and exited his life, it would break her heart.

“Wonder if he’ll get me to send myself something?” She whispered to herself, feeling a little bitter that she would soon join the list of many other women discarded when his interest waned and it would, it always did. Eric just couldn’t do long term relationships.

Natasha wiped at the tears which suddenly overwhelmed her and backed away from the bed, hurrying from the room as she didn’t want him to wake and see her standing over him with tears threatening to fall. “Get a grip Natasha.” She scolded herself. “You knew what you were getting yourself into. Stop crying over something you can’t change.” She shook her head to clear her moment of weakness and with one final look at Eric’s sleeping form, she left the room.

When she got to the walk in robe, she dug around in her bag and pulled out her bikini. Eric might not like her going anywhere, but she felt like a swim and the hotel had a beautiful indoor pool, so she was going to swim in it, whether he liked it or not. She was suddenly compelled to not allow herself to become too reliant on him, to not willingly go along with his every desire and she needed to get out of the suite for a while. She would never lose herself with any other person, but when it came to him, her feelings for him weakened her and a part of her knew that was a mistake, she was setting herself up for a world of heartache and pain.

She pulled on the tiny bottoms to her bikini and quickly slipped the top on, tying it up until it was comfortable. It was a black bikini with silver chains that held the front and back triangles of fabric to the panties together and the top had the same kind of silver chain between the cups that covered her breasts, or just covered them anyway. It made her feel good when she wore it and grateful for her naturally slim build.

Hunting around in her bag again, she found her sarong in various shades of blue and tied it in place. Once she was done, she headed back to the bedroom to see if Eric was awake.

He was still sleeping when she got back to their room and she debated whether to wake him and tell him what she was doing or leave him a note.

“Because that worked so well the last time.” She said to herself. She sat down carefully on the bed and put a hand on Eric’s arm but he didn’t move. Slowly she moved her hand up his arm until she got to his shoulder and gently she shook him.

Eric’s eyes opened sleepily and he blinked at her several times, his gaze unfocused until finally he cleared the sleep fog from his brain enough to really see Natasha properly. His brilliant blue eyes travelled the length of her and his brow rose when he saw how she was dressed.

“Why are you dressed like that.” He asked his voice husky from sleep.

“I’m going to the hotel’s pool for a swim.” She told him. “I need to get out and get some exercise Eric, I can’t stay in here like a prisoner every day.” She said.

Eric pulled himself up until he was leaning against the headboard of the bed.

“Is that how you feel staying with me?” He asked. “Like a prisoner?”

“No,” she said. “But I’m not used to being inside all day and night as I am here. I had fun yesterday, going out, shopping, going to the beach. I know we can’t go out anywhere together, but I can go for a swim in the hotel’s pool, get some exercise. I need that.” She explained to Eric.

“I think you’ve been getting plenty of exercise.” He gave her his lopsided grin. “Much more of all the exercise we’ve been getting and there’ll be nothing left to us.” He joked, but immediately his expression sobered and he studied Natasha’s face carefully, looking for something, although she wasn’t sure what.

“Would you like to do something together?” He asked her.

“Does it involve leaving the bed, leaving this room?” She asked him.

“Of course.” He replied. “Believe it or not baby I am capable of getting out of this bed and leaving the room.

“Do you have anything in mind? You would risk us been seen in public together?” She gave him a look of disbelief.

He nodded, “Of course, unless you don’t wish to risk being seen with me.”

Natasha looked at him, trying to keep just how excited she was at the prospect of going somewhere, anywhere with Eric from showing on her face. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She told him. “Of course I’d be happy to go out with you, but where are we going?” She asked.

“What would you like to do?” Eric asked her. “You choose. I’m happy to go along with whatever you’d like to do baby.” He grinned at her.

“Well, since I’m dressed for swimming, can we go to the beach?” Natasha’s face lit up. “I never got to swim yesterday since I didn’t have my costume, it was kind of a spur of the moment decision to go to Bondi.”

“If that’s what you want to do, then yes we can but give me 10 minutes to get ready.” He climbed out of the bed, stretched and disappeared into the bathroom. “I won’t be long.” He told her and closed the door behind him.

While Eric was showering, Natasha packed a bag with towels and a few things she thought she would need for the beach, then she poured herself a glass of water and stood at the living room window looking out at the stunning views from their penthouse suite.

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She smelt him before she heard him and inhaled deeply when his strong arms closed around her from behind. He smelt divine a combination of his aftershave and that scent that was just all Eric. He kissed her neck before releasing her and she turned to face him. He was wearing the hotel’s robe and she raised an eyebrow at him. “You’re going like that are you?” She asked him.

“Well apart from the fact that I don’t think Bondi Beach is a nudist beach, chances are the hotel won’t appreciate me heading out the door wearing one of their robes.” He said. “I’ll go and get changed then we can go.” He dropped a kiss on her head and walked off to get dressed.

When Eric came back he was dressed in faded blue jeans and a black t-shirt and thongs. Natasha couldn’t help gaping at him as she’d never seen him dressed so casually before.

“You’re not going to swim?” She asked.

“I’m already wearing my swimmers under my jeans.” He told her. “So are you ready, I can call the limo?”

Natasha stared at him open mouthed. “Are you serious? You can’t take the bloody limo Eric. If you want to get around out there without drawing attention to yourself, the damned limo is going to draw the attention of every person at the beach. Trust me, no one goes to the beach in a limo.” She told him. “We either get a taxi, take public transport or I’ll drive us in my car at least.”