Natasha's Awakening (3 page)

His hands moved, tangling in her long auburn hair, tugging on it just enough to angle her head back, so he could increase the pressure of his kiss. Eric’s tongue pushed its way between her lips and slid over her teeth, dueling with her tongue, determined to coax some response from her.

Natasha's mouth opened wider and he began kissing her more deeply, making her tremble with excitement. Her tongue touched his, as the two of them kissing deeply and passionately.

One of Eric's hands slid down to Natasha's shoulder then traced its way over it, down her arm before changing tactics and suddenly cupping her breast. She gasped into Eric's mouth, and he answered her with another groan. His thumb started to circle her nipple, going around it over and over until it swelled, forming a hard peak. Sparks of pleasure started radiating through Natasha's body, her breathing quickened and her hands began to move restlessly through Eric's thick, silky hair.

He eased the assault on her lips, pulling back, his breath panting through his parted lips as he dragged air into his oxygen starved lungs. Natasha was relieved to see that he was obviously just as affected by her as she was by him.

He grabbed one of her hands, placing it on his chest over his heart. "Feel what you do to me." He said as Natasha felt the hard, thumping of his heart under her hand. He started moving her hand down his body until it was in his lap. "Feel what you do to me." He said again, pressing her hand down over his erection. He was so hard and he felt huge which made her tremble.

She had a moment's panic as to whether she would be able to accommodate the impressive length of him that she could feel through the trousers of his suit. Using her hand, he rhythmically began to rub her palm up and down his erection.

Eric’s other hand slid back under the table and he roughly pushed her dress up until he had access to her sex again. He plunged two fingers inside her, mumbling something about her being so wet, before moving his fingers in and out of her body to the same rhythm as her palm over his erection. He used his thumb to graze over her clitoris and Natasha started squirming as the pleasure got so intense, she felt like she was going to explode.

He lifted the hand he'd been using to guide hers over his erection and cupped her breast, flicking at the nipple over and over again, circling it, pinching it, until Natasha quivered uncontrollably. All the time he continued with his fingers plunging in, then back out of her soaked entrance.

Despite Eric’s hand no longer using hers to caress him, she didn't stop on him, rubbing up and down his length through his trousers.

"No Natasha." Eric suddenly grabbed her hand, removing it from his erection. "Don't make me come here. This is for you, there’s plenty of time for me later." He said as his hand returned to her breast.

"Please Eric." Natasha protested weakly. She really wanted him to experience the same kind of pleasure he was making her feel.

"No Natasha, not here." He responded, bending forward to kiss her again. His lips hard against hers briefly before he pulled back. "Now come for me." He said to her, his voice husky.

He went back to his assault on her body, his fingers plunging deep into her, while his thumb pressed against her swollen clitoris. He pulled his fingers out of her, lifting them in front of him. "See how wet you are sweetheart.” Bringing his fingers to his nose, he breathed deeply.

"God you smell so good." He told her. He put his fingers in his mouth, licking them, lapping at her juices that glistened on his skin. Natasha watched him, feeling slightly embarrassed over his obvious enjoyment. She could feel herself blushing even though heat invaded her body as her eyes followed the movement of his tongue as he cleaned the evidence of her arousal off his fingers. It was both embarrassing and strangely erotic to her.

"Ok, now baby, come for me now." Eric urged as he returned his fingers to her wet, entrance. He plunged his fingers in hard, over and over again, twisting them, using his thumb to graze her clitoris, causing Natasha to start writhing in the seat as her orgasm built inside her.

Eric kept up his never ending invasion of her body, caressing and plunging into her repeatedly as the pressure kept building in Natasha until she could feel the sweat starting to break out lightly on her brow.

She wasn't even aware she was doing it, but she was whimpering softly. Eric started encouraging her, whispering in her ear. "Come on baby, come for me . . . NOW!!"

Natasha's mouth opened and a high hiss burst from her, turning into a scream as the orgasm hit her, slamming through her body, causing her internal muscles to clamp down on Eric's fingers. His lips closed over hers, swallowing the cries she made, so no one else would hear her. Her body tingled, sparks radiating through her.

The pleasure was so intense that she trembled violently. Eric grazed his finger over her clitoris and her body shattered again, causing her to go rigid before strong convulsions racked Natasha and her back arched off her seat. It was the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced.

Slowly she came down from her orgasms, her internal muscles fluttering around Eric’s fingers. The buzzing in her ears cleared and her breathing started to return to normal. Gradually the sounds of the other guests dining in the restaurant, started to filter into her brain and Natasha opened her eyes, her gaze going to Eric. He was sitting watching her, his eyes dark with arousal.

She couldn’t help her reaction as hot colour invaded her cheeks at the intense look on his face. Natasha couldn’t believe she had just let him do that to her, here in the restaurant, surrounded by other diners. As her embarrassment grew, Eric watched the tide of red sweep over her features and his eyes softened. He reached out, cupping her overheated cheek in his warm palm.

They looked at one another for a few moments before Eric groaned. "God Natasha, you're amazing, so responsive. I thought I was going to come in my pants like a horny teenage boy. I want you up in our room NOW!!"

Natasha looked at the plates of oysters before them. "But we haven't eaten." She pointed to them.

Eric growled. "I don't give a fuck about the food Natasha, I just want to be upstairs, with you, in you, fucking you."

He grabbed her hand and started hauling her up from the booth seat. Impatiently Eric pulled the curtains aside and was stopped by the waitress that had served them earlier. She asked if they were happy with their meal, but Eric just impatiently told her to prepare all their food to be delivered to their suite instead as his companion was not feeling well.

"She wasn't?" thought Natasha. That was news to her. She felt fine, in fact she felt great. Although the same couldn’t necessarily be said for Eric as his frustration and impatience was clearly evident on his face. He raked his hand through his hair as he struggled to conceal his annoyance and Natasha could see how hard he was struggling to be polite to the waitress who was interrupting his attempts to get up to their suite.

Seemingly oblivious to Eric’s turmoil, the waitress agreed to organize their meals to be sent to the penthouse and he gave her a curt nod before brushing past her, ignoring her softly spoken. “Good night.”

As quickly as he could, without it looking like he was about to throw Natasha over his shoulder, he headed for the elevators. Eric released her hand, moving his to the small of her back to help propel her along as quickly as he could. When his hand found her naked back under the cover of her hair, Eric stopped suddenly. Natasha turned to him, giving him a questioning look.

"God Natasha, how did you hide this so well?" He asked, sweeping her hair over her shoulder so it fell across her breasts. She heard him groan when he saw just how much of her skin was exposed to him. "Bloody hell woman, what are you trying to do to me?" He growled, his fingers gliding over her smooth back. She quivered at his feathery touch on her skin. When Eric felt her tremble, he groaned again. "Come on." He said, dropping his hand from her back and grabbing her hand again, before dragging her along the last of the walk to the elevators. “I want you so much Natasha. I want to fuck you until neither of us can walk. Do you think you can handle that?” Eric’s eyes roamed over her face as he waited for her response.

Natasha’s tongue came out to sweep over her bottom lip. “Yes.” Was all she could manage to say and Eric’s eyes closed briefly, a muscle ticking in his tightly clenched jaw.

“Thank fuck for that baby.” He finally manage to squeeze out past his gritted teeth and turned towards the elevators before them.

                                                                                    Chapter 2

Eric hit the button and the doors to one of the elevators slid open instantly. "Thank you." Eric said with what sounded like relief in his voice. He punched the button for the penthouse and as soon as the doors closed, he pulled Natasha into his arms.

His mouth closed over hers, his tongue sliding between her lips to sweep over her teeth. Gently he coaxed a response from her and Natasha started kissing him back just as enthusiastically, her tongue tangling with Eric’s. He groaned, deep in his throat and Natasha answered him with a slight whimper as his hand came up to cup her breast, flicking the nipple until it had formed a hard peak. Natasha whimpered again and her arms rose, sliding over his broad shoulders to lock around his neck.

Eric pushed her back against the wall of the elevator, not breaking the kiss, pressing his hips into hers. His hands roamed restlessly over her and Natasha spread her legs slightly as he ground his erection against her stomach causing moisture to pool between her thighs in response. He groaned into her mouth and pulled his lips from hers, his hot breath blowing over her face as he gasped for air.

The elevator came to a halt and the doors slid open. Eric grabbed Natasha's hand and hauled her out of the elevator, nearly knocking her off her heels. With a hand that trembled, he unlocked the door with the electronic card and pushed the door open, gesturing Natasha in a head of him. As soon as he'd shut the door, he was kissing her again, pressing her up against the door. Eric dropped a hand to her thigh, then roughly pushing her dress up, his fingers finding her heat. He plunged a finger into her, testing her and Natasha groaned at the feel of him.

Eric's breathing was hot and harsh in her ear. "God I want you so much." He groaned, grinding himself against her. "I have to have you now!" His voice was filled desire. Impatiently he shed his jacket, then ripped at his shirt, popping buttons in his haste and shook it off.

Natasha got her first look at Eric's chest, 'god he was gorgeous,' she thought to herself. His skin was lightly tanned, with a fine covering of hair over his chest, which narrowed down to a fine line of hair that disappeared below the waistband of his trousers.

She couldn't control the urge to touch him, and she reached out placing her hands on his chest. Eric breathed in sharply at her touch and Natasha's eyes shot to his face, but he wasn't objecting. She moved her hands slowly over him, running her nails through the fine covering of dark blonde hair, she brushed his nipples and Eric groaned.

"Undress me Natasha." Eric squeezed out between clenched teeth. Natasha’s eyes moved to his face and she could see the tension around his mouth, the depth of his desire burning in his intense blue eyes. She slid her hands down slowly over his stomach, savouring every muscle of his so clearly defined, washboard abs. He was perfection. When her fingers reached the buckle of his belt, nerves hit her, and her hands shook as she freed his belt buckle, then undid the button on his trousers and slowly slid down his fly.

She pushed at the waist of his trousers and they slipped down over his hips to pool around his ankles. Natasha paused at the sight of a very aroused Eric before her in a pair of red Calvin Klein underpants which did little to hide the long, hard length of him. Eric kicked his shoes off, then stepped out of his trousers, standing before Natasha in nothing more than his socks and briefs.

He bent down awkwardly as if in pain, to remove his socks, then he straightened. "Take off your dress Natasha, please. If I do it, I'll tear it. My shirt didn’t fair too well as you can see.” He gestured to the shirt with its missing buttons, lying on the floor.

She reached behind her to undo the buttons at the back of her neck that kept her dress in place. Once they were released, the dress dropped to her waist, revealing her naked breasts to Eric's smouldering gaze. He closed his eyes briefly, drawing in a harsh breath, before reaching out and cupping her breasts in both hands, testing their weight in his palms.

“God you’re stunning.” Eric said before hauling Natasha into his arms, rubbing his chest against her and she shivered as his abrasive hair teased her nipples.

He pulled back just enough to push her dress down over her hips and it fell to the floor around her, leaving Natasha standing before him naked. Eric looked down at her. “Fuck you're beautiful." He said, almost in awe. Natasha couldn't help feeling a little self conscious standing before him naked. She raised her hands to try and cover herself but Eric grabbed her hands. "Don't." He said, "Don't be ashamed of your body, you're perfect. Now come to bed with me." And with that, he pulled her into his arms, swinging her up, effortlessly against his chest, and carried her through the penthouse suite, until he got to the bedroom.

After depositing her gently onto the bed Eric ripped off his briefs and Natasha got a glimpse of him just before he dropped onto the bed alongside of her. Her eyes widened at the sight him. He was huge, long, thick and Natasha panicked, wondering if he was going to be too big for her.

Eric propped himself up on one elbow so he could look at her. Leaning forward, his lips settled over one of her nipples, and he ran his tongue around it, before sucking it gently into his mouth. His hand came up to cup the other breast and he flicked at her nipple, then rolled it between his fingers. With each pull on her nipple, Natasha could feel the sensation low in her stomach. When her breathing kicked up a notch Eric switched his attention to her other breast, grazing his teeth over the hardened peak.