Natasha's Awakening (7 page)

Eric laughed. “Well we can’t have that now can we?” He grinned.

He turned away from Natasha to shut the water off and opened the shower doors, reaching out to grab two towels from the rails. He wrapped one around Natasha’s body and she stepped out of the shower. He quickly wrapped the second towel around his waist then reached for another towel, stepping behind her to start gently drying her hair with the towel.

He massaged Natasha’s scalp, carefully absorbing as much of the water from her hair, as he could. Once he was satisfied with his efforts, he picked up one of the hairbrushes, and started to sweep it gently through the tangled mane of her hair. Natasha watched him in the mirror, his brow furrowed, as he concentrated, obviously not wanting to hurt her. She smiled to herself as she watched his careful administrations on her wildly tangled curls.

“What are you smiling about?” Eric’s voice interrupted her thoughts.

Natasha’s eyes met his in the mirror. “I’m just surprised.” She said, “Mr Big Corporate Business Man, brushing his employee’s hair.” She teased him.

Eric swatted her on the rear with the hairbrush, making her yelp. “Are you being cheeky to your Boss?” He scolded.

“Me? Never.” She said, giving him a wide eyed innocent look.

Eric grabbed her, swinging her up into his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on so she wouldn’t fall. Eric strode across the bedroom, stopping at the bed, before throwing her onto it. Natasha squealed as she hit the mattress, laughing up at him. Eric dropped onto the mattress by her side. He reached out, pulling the towel free from where she had it tied at her breasts.

“Now It’s your turn.” He said. 

“It’s my turn for what?” Natasha asked.

“You know what.” Eric said, tugging on the towel until he’d pulled it out from under her, leaving her naked. He slid higher up the bed until his face was in line with hers, propping himself on one elbow, where his eyes roamed over her features.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before Eric bent his head and kissed Natasha softly on the lips. He raised his head to look at her again, “God, you’re so beautiful.” He told her, his eyes lowering and running slowly down her body, over her breasts, which made her nipples harden in response and he hadn’t even touched her.

Eric watched her body responding to him, lowering his head to take one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking and drawing hard on it. Natasha felt the pull low down in her belly as Eric continued to suck and swirl his tongue around her hard nipple.

He reached out, cupping her other breast in his hand, tugging gently on her nipple until Natasha was gasping with pleasure. She looked at his head over her breast and felt a flood of emotions surge through her. Lifting a hand, she ran her fingers through Eric’s hair. She loved his hair, he had such beautiful hair, thick but soft to her touch.

As Eric lavished attention on her nipples, Natasha continued to run her hands through his hair. She loved seeing it tousled from her touch. He pulled back to look at her, then with a small grin on his face, he slid down the bed until he got to her slightly parted thighs slipping a hand between her legs, his fingers working their way up her thigh until he reached her sex. Natasha’s skin quivered under his touch and she caught her breath waiting for his fingers to touch her ‘there’.

He didn’t, instead Eric ran his hand back over the smooth skin of her thigh causing Natasha to groan softly in frustration.

“Patience sweetheart.” He said, glancing up at her.

Again he slowly moved his hand up her thigh, sliding his fingers between her legs, his fingers lightly grazing over the soft curls at the entrance to her sex.

“Eric, please.” Her voice held a note of frustration and he raised his head to look at her.

“What do you want?” He asked.

“You know what.” She whispered.

“This?” He asked, moving his hand back down her thigh.

“No.” She groaned.

“This?” He asked as he slid his hand between her legs, cupping her mound.

“Eric.” Her voice sounded needy her body moving restlessly on the bed and she spread her legs wider.

“What about this?” He asked before suddenly plunging a finger deep inside her. Natasha’s body bucked in response to Eric’s invasion. He pulled back, inserting two fingers this time, driving them into her, twisting them so they grazed over her vaginal walls, causing an explosion of sensation deep in her body.

She writhed and squirmed under his touch, her hips rising off the bed. Again he pulled back and this time, inserted 3 fingers into her entrance, using his thumb to brush back and forth against her clitoris, rapidly bringing Natasha to the brink of her orgasm.

As if sensing how close she was, Eric pulled back, resting his fingers in her entrance, still using his thumb to brush over her hard little bud.

“Please, Eric.” She gasped, clamping her internal muscles down on his fingers. She reached out for him her eyes blazing with her need as she tugged on his arms, trying to pull him to her.

Eric pulled back, “No Natasha.” He removed his hand from her.

“Eric, please, I need you now.” She groaned.

“No baby, this is for you.” He reminded her, although he closed his eyes briefly as if trying to shut out the image of her lying there all needy and wanton before him.

“Damn it Eric.” she said. “I need you inside me, NOW!” She reached for him again.

Eric looked into her eyes, seeing her need, the pleading in her gaze and he groaned. “Damn it Natasha, how do you do this to me?” He asked.

He sat up suddenly, reaching into the drawer beside the bed, pulling out a condom, impatiently tearing it open and sheathing himself in it. He sat back on his heels for a moment, caressing her with his eyes.

Slowly he ran his hands up her legs to spread her thighs, testing her with his fingers, closing his eyes when he felt how wet she was. He pushed three fingers into her and Natasha felt her body responding again, as he brushed that sensitive spot inside.

As Eric continued to thrust his fingers into her, Natasha’s inner muscles clenched down on his fingers as her excitement grew. She spread her legs wider, reaching for him, and with a groan, Eric, pulled his dripping fingers out of her entrance, rubbing them over his straining penis, coating it with her juices.

She watched him, her eyes almost feverish with her need. Natasha should have been embarrassed but she was so turned on by the sight of his shaft glistening with the evidence of her arousal, she couldn’t look away.

Eric dropped to the bed alongside of her, rolling onto his back. “Get on top.” He told her.

Without a second’s thought about it, Natasha pulled herself onto her knees, then straddled him, putting her hands on his chest to support herself. She removed one of her hands from his chest and wrapped her fingers around his penis, at its base and Eric sucked in a noisy breath at her touch.

She positioned herself over his hard shaft and started to lower herself touching the head of his penis against her opening. Natasha then swept him up, using him to brush over her clitoris. Around and around, back and forth she rubbed him against her opening then swept him through her folds until she could press him against her clitoris, rotating her hips as she did so.

It felt so good and she threw her head back, her breathing coming faster as she used Eric’s body like a toy. Faster and faster she guided his penis from her entrance to her clitoris, her breath panting through her parted lips.

“Natasha!” Eric’s voice cut through her pleasure, his tone holding a note of warning to it. Slowly she opened her eyes, struggling to focus on his face, her hand stilling. She gazed down at him her body tingling with her excitement, her sex throbbing with need.

Eric’s face was strained, his lips tightened into a hard line, his eyes burning with the depth of his desire and a hint of desperation on his face.

“As much as I enjoy watching you having fun sweetheart, keep that up and you won’t have anything to play with very soon.” He warned.

Reaching between their bodies, Eric pushed her hand aside, positioning himself at her entrance where he thrust up hard into her, making Natasha gasp as he filled her. He grabbed her hips, pushing her down on him until she felt him nudging her cervix.

With his firm grip on her hips, he controlled the pace, pulling her down hard on him as he thrust up, into her. Natasha started to move, her hands on Eric’s chest, rising up slowly, then lowering herself back onto him, impaling herself on his hard length. She could feel the pressure starting to build inside again as he filled her so completely.

She started moving faster, removing her hands from Eric’s chest, shifting them until her hands rested on his thighs behind her. She continued to move, gradually increasing the pace, bent back as she was she could feel him rubbing against her internal pleasure spot. When she lowered herself and ground against him, he brushed her cervix, the combination working towards the climax she could feel building inside.

Eric’s fingers suddenly moved between them, pinching her clitoris between his thumb and finger, rubbing and squeezing it. The feeling was too much for Natasha and she reached her orgasm, throwing her head back, her hair tumbling over Eric’s thighs and his name burst from her lips, her body clamping down hard on him, before she collapsed forward against his chest.

Her body stilled, and she lay there, cushioned on Eric, gasping for air, while she quivered through the last of her climax. She could hear his breathing in her ear and she felt him hard inside her still. Eric hadn’t come yet.

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.