A waitress approached, well groomed of course, like everyone that worked in the hotel. Natasha tensed given she had no panties on and had a man's hand between her legs. Something that was not only alien to her, but not exactly a position she wished to be caught in, in a hotel of this elegance.
The waitress asked if they were ready to order and Eric asked Natasha if she was happy to let him order for them both. She nodded since her voice seemed to have deserted her tonight. He quickly ordered their meals, but Natasha didn't even pick up on what he said since her whole body and mind was focused on Eric's hand between her legs.
Once the waitress left, Eric turned his attention back to her. "Open your legs." He said quietly.
"But." She started to protest, looking anxiously around them. Suddenly Natasha wasn’t so sure about this and in the hotel’s restaurant at that.
"Don't worry, no one can see what I'm doing." He assured her. His hand pressed more firmly between her legs to encourage her to open them. She did slowly, feeling her knees shaking with anticipation and nerves. Without the menu to distract Natasha now, she picked up the glass of water on the table and took a sip.
Eric's hand continued on its journey, reaching the few curls she kept that marked the entrance to her sex. His fingers didn't stop and he tugged gently on the curls of her pubic hair. Natasha had never been willing to go for the Brazilian like so many women, so she did keep a narrow band of curls, often referred to as a landing strip by some. Eric's fingers were running through those few curls, then he suddenly parted her outer lips to gain better access and one finger grazed against her clitoris. Natasha jumped at the touch of his finger, nearly spilling her water. A jolt of pleasure shooting through her body and her fingers tightened around her glass, as she attempted to not show any outward response to what Eric was doing.
He continued to brush his finger back and forth over the pleasure point of her body. When he added a second finger, gradually increasing the pressure and speed of his wandering fingers, Natasha's mind left her and everything became centred on Eric's fingers. Her breathing started to increase and she could feel the tension building low in her body.
Suddenly he changed tactics, his hand shifted, moving beyond her clitoris, and he plunged two fingers inside her. Natasha leapt so suddenly, she spilled a few drops of her water on the tablecloth. She placed the glass down since her hand was shaking too much to hold it anyway. Eric pressed his fingers as deep inside her as he could, then twisted them, before dragging them slowly back out.
As his fingers grazed over her G spot, causing another burst of pleasure, Eric’s thumb brushed over her clitoris and the combined assault on her senses made her gasp. Natasha fell back in her seat, her legs opening wider, giving him even better access. He continued with the slow caressing of her body, his fingers delving deeply into her, his thumb grazing over the hidden nub that was starting to swell under his touch.
Natasha seriously didn't know how long she could take what Eric was doing to her. Her body was wound up tighter than a spring and there was a feeling of pressure building. "Eric." She attempted to beg him to stop, but her voice came out sounding husky, filled with tension.
"It's ok sweetheart." He whispered, not letting up on what he was doing to her. "God, you're so wet." His voice sounded hoarse, strained. "Let yourself go baby, stop fighting it." He said to her.
Eric started to increase the rhythm of his fingers, plunging them deep into her, then pulling them almost all the way back out, then plunging in again, each time he twisted his fingers, grazing her clitoris over and over again until it was so sensitive, she thought she was going to scream. She was shaking hard now, all pretence of trying to act like nothing was happening was gone, she couldn't focus anymore on anything or anyone, but what was happening to her, what Eric was doing to her.
Suddenly his hand stilled, Natasha struggled to focus, her body screaming in protest as he suddenly withdrew his fingers from her and his hand came back up onto the table. Just when Natasha had turned to him, confusion in her eyes, it registered as to why he had stopped, the waitress was approaching with their first course. She placed the two plates of food in her hands on the table, smiled at them, then turned to go. Eric stopped her before she got too far and asked her to close the drapes around their booth as they both wanted privacy to eat. The waitress looked at them, smiled slightly to herself, then did as he requested. The drapes fell across, closing them off to the rest of the restaurant.
Natasha glanced down at her plate, struggling to get her brain to register what the food was sitting on the plates. She finally managed to acknowledge that it was oysters, done about 3 different ways by the looks of things. Of course Eric would choose them, given their reputation.
He was studying her face carefully. "Do you like oysters?" He asked.
"Yes." She croaked out at him. Her body was tense, rigid with frustration from her denied release. Natasha wasn’t sure she could face up to her meal when her body teetered on the brink of orgasm. She might be a virgin still, but she was familiar with her body’s needs and did occasionally indulge in a little self pleasuring, especially after a long day at the office when being around Eric for too long left her feeling tense from constant exposure to his blatant sexuality.
He smiled suddenly his eyes not missing any emotion that crossed her face. He bent towards her again. "What do you want Natasha?" He asked her, whispering the question up close to her ear, so his warm breath teased her skin. "Do you want this?" He asked, trailing kisses up the side of her face. "Or perhaps this?" He said cupping her chin and turning her face to his. "Or maybe you just need this?" He whispered, just moments before his lips touched hers, lightly, before drawing back to study her features.
Natasha still couldn't say anything, her breathing had become jerky and harsh. She watched helplessly as Eric bent towards her, powerless to move. He kissed her again, running his tongue gently along her bottom lip, before deepening the kiss, parting her lips. She opened her mouth to him but he pulled back, his eyes moving over her face to gauge her response.
With a groan of frustration her arms came up, snaking around his neck, and she plunged her fingers into the soft, thick hair at the back of his head, dragging him forward and covering her mouth with his, kissing him with all the pent up emotion that was running riot through her body.
Eric groaned, a deep groan low in his throat, and his hands came up to either side of her face. He pulled back from her slightly, gazing into her eyes that had turned a deep aqua with her arousal, before he leaned forward, covering her quivering lips with his.
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.
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