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.
Natasha put out one hand and touched Eric's chest, running her hand over it, raking her nails over his nipples and feeling them peak in hard little buds. He shuddered at her touch. As he continued lavishing attention on her nipples, her hand moved down Eric's body, down over his stomach, which tightened at her touch. Her fingers reached the thicker hair that surrounded his penis, and her hand hesitated. She'd never done anything like this before. Not wanting to look like a complete novice in front of Eric, she wrapped her fingers around his erection, running her hand slowly up the length of it, surprised at the feel of it, hard, very hard, but with skin so smooth, it was like velvet over steel.
At her tentative touch, Eric groaned, the feel of it, causing a quiver through Natasha as the sound vibrated through the nipple he still sucked on. He arched towards her, crushing her hand between them as he pushed with growing urgency against her leg. Suddenly he broke contact with her breast and sat up, running an unsteady hand through his hair. Natasha's heart leapt, he looked so gorgeous with his hair messed up.
"I can't do this any longer Natasha, I'm sorry." Eric said looking down at her. Natasha felt a jolt of shock at his words until Eric continued. "I can't wait sweetheart, I want you so much, you're killing me." He reached across into the drawer next to the bed and pulled out a little foil pack, tearing it open with his teeth and rolled the condom onto the long hard length of his penis.
He moved, kneeling over Natasha as she lay there. With one knee he nudged at her thighs and she spread them, welcoming the weight of Eric as he settled between them, the tip of his shaft poised at the entrance to her body.
He reached down with one hand to test her readiness. "God you're just so wet." He groaned. "I'm sorry Natasha, but I can't wait." His voice was strained and she wrapped her legs around his hips, just as Eric slammed into her burying the length of himself deep within her core. Natasha cried out in pain as the thin barrier of her virginity tore at Eric's sudden invasion.
He froze, raising himself on his hands to look down into her face, shock etched in his handsome features. "Shit Natasha! You're a virgin?" He asked her with an incredulous tone in his voice.
"Well, not anymore." She replied, feeling the delicate flesh of her sex stinging from Eric’s forceful entry. She was surprised how full she felt with him inside her and a little relieved that he’d fit given how big he was. Suddenly tears welled in her eyes at Eric’s silence, shock still visible on his face and Natasha couldn’t help but wonder if he was already regretting asking her to come away with him.
When Eric saw her tears, his face softened, "Baby what's wrong?" He asked her.
"You're angry." She sniffed. “I’m sorry, I should have told you, but I didn’t think it would matter.” Her voice broke.
He dropped a swift kiss to her lips. "Of course I'm not Natasha, I just wish you'd told me that you were a virgin and I wouldn't have been so rough with you. How do you feel now?" He asked.
"I'm ok." Natasha replied and it was true, the stinging sensation below had gone.
"Well lets see if we can't make this better for you." He said, withdrawing nearly all the way out of her and Natasha whimpered, tightening her legs around him in an effort to stop him pulling away. "Relax baby." He whispered, dropping a swift kiss on her parted lips.
Slowly he pushed his way back into her and Natasha didn't feel pain anymore, just the full feeling of having him inside her. He eased back out before gently thrusting into her, pressing against her cervix which sent a spark of pleasure through her. Her breathing started to increase and she could feel the tension rising in her body with every stroke of Eric’s penis.
Still he continued with the slow, gentle thrusting in and out. It wasn't enough, Natasha wanted more. "Eric, please." She gasped, "Faster."
Eric looked down at her, tension written all over his face and Natasha realised just how much effort it was taking for him to keep himself under control. He withdrew from her body, sitting back on his heels between her legs and Natasha whimpered, suddenly feeling empty without him inside her.
He reached out and ran his hands up her thighs, sliding his fingers through her tight curls at her seam, until he reached her clitoris, rubbing it and circling it causing her body to jerk at his touch. Eric bent and kissed her and Natasha kissed him back eagerly as his fingers continued working their magic on her. His lips left hers, and trailed down the side of her neck, over her breasts, where he licked and sucked on each nipple until they stood up as twin, hard peaks. He trailed his lips down over her stomach, causing it to flutter under his gentle caress, then lower still until he pressed his mouth against Natasha’s mound.
Natasha felt her body tense, 'Surely he wasn’t going to touch her there?' She thought but then, ‘Oh yes, he was'. She felt Eric's tongue slide lower, parting her folds and then delving in to taste her. He breathed in, directly over her entrance and Natasha squirmed with embarrassment. His tongue found her clitoris and he licked and flicked his tongue over it until it swelled to a hard little nub.
She started squirming, her embarrassment forgotten, as the sheer pleasure of Eric's skillful tongue brought her closer to her release. He was unrelenting, licking, sucking and gently grazing his teeth over her.
With her heart pounding and her breathing reduced to panting, the pleasure continued to build in her. Natasha’s focus was centred on what Eric was doing with that amazing tongue of his. She really didn't know how much longer she could take it before she exploded.
Eric lifted his head to look at her and Natasha's fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at h
im. "Let go sweetheart." He said to her, before returning his attention to her clitoris. While he licked and sucked, flicking his tongue from her clitoris down to lap at her entrance, he found one nipple with his hand, tweaking and lightly pinching it.
Natasha's body was a mass of sensation and the tension kept building and building within her until suddenly her back arched and her orgasm tore through her. It was so intense, a scream burst from her lips and she thrashed her head from side to side, tearing at Eric's hair, without even realizing she was doing it.
Eric kept her thighs pinned down as her body still shuddered and quivered through the most intensely pleasurable thing she'd ever experienced. He rose suddenly spreading her legs wide, sliding them up his arms and onto his shoulders.
At that angle Natasha's rear rose off the bed, exposing her wet and glistening vagina to Eric's gaze. He bent, kissing her, and she could taste herself on his lips just before he pulled his lips from hers. Eric’s hands moved to either side of her body and with one smooth lunge he thrust deep into her, grinding his hips against her as if he was trying to immerse himself completely within her . He pulled out and then immediately plunged back hard, slamming against her cervix, sending a burst of pleasure radiating throughout her, causing Natasha’s toes to curl.
Amazingly, she could feel the tension rising in her body again. Eric pulled back, then drove hard into her and that was enough to tip Natasha over the edge. As her orgasm broke, her body convulsed and her internal muscles fluttered and grabbed at Eric’s shaft as the room filled with her cries of pleasure.
With a loud groan, Eric gave up with the slow assault of her body and he started to thrust hard and fast into her, his breathing harsh, colour high on his cheeks and his eyes burned with his own desperate need for release as he lunged into her.
He plunged hard, over and over, rotating his hips a little and as he did, amazingly Natasha felt her body responding again. He was so deep in her and it felt so good. She reached up to touch his face which was damp with his sweat and Eric’s eyes dropped briefly to hers, his gaze unfocused as all his attention had shifted to reaching his own climax.
"Eric." She gasped and suddenly she couldn't stop it. Her body bucked under him in another powerful orgasm and for a brief moment everything went black. Natasha’s nails scored his arm as she shattered around him, her vaginal muscles clutching at Eric’s steely shaft dragging a tortured groan from him.
That was enough for him, he gave two more hard thrusts into her, before suddenly shuddering through his own release, calling her name, swearing, as the pleasure racked his body, making him convulse and jerk over her uncontrollably. Natasha felt the warmth of his release as it pumped deep within her and her body closed around him again milking him.
Eric lowered her legs to the bed and collapsed on top of her, his breathing harsh in her ear, the heavy frantic thud of his heart going through her body. She raised her arms, to wrap them around his shoulders. His skin was damp with his sweat but Natasha didn’t care, he just smelt so good, the weight of him on her felt wonderful, the feel of him still buried in her was amazing. As he jerked with tiny aftershocks that still ran through his body, Natasha’s inner feminine muscles fluttered around him and Eric responded, by pushing himself more firmly into her.
They lay like that for a while until their breathing started to slow to normal and the sweat cooled on their skin. They didn’t speak, both just enjoying the closeness of each other’s bodies and Natasha idly ran her fingers through the damp hair at the back of Eric’s neck before trailing her fingers over his shoulder blades, drawing circles against his smooth skin.
When Eric finally raised his head to look at her, he smiled and dropped a kiss on her nose. "How do you feel?" He asked her. Natasha smiled weakly at him, suddenly so tired her body felt like it was incredibly heavy. She opened her mouth to try and answer him but yawned instead and Eric grinned at her. "Bit tired sweetheart?" He asked and she nodded sleepily at him.
He climbed off her and Natasha shivered once the warmth of his body was gone. "I'll be right back." He said reaching down to remove the condom before turning away and heading off to the bathroom. Despite her fatigue, it didn’t stop Natasha from enjoying the view of Eric's gorgeous, muscled back and tight butt as he walked away.
She rolled onto her side fighting not to give into the overwhelming fatigue she was feeling. The sex with Eric had been amazing but if this is what it was going to be like all week then she’d never make it out of the bed. Natasha couldn’t help smiling to herself over that thought but she needed to close her eyes, just for a moment while she waited for him to come out of the bathroom.
She closed her eyes, telling herself again that it was only until Eric got back, but within seconds, she was pulled down into a deep sleep. Natasha never heard him come out of the bathroom or stand by the bed looking down at her as she slept. She never saw the conflicting emotions that crossed his face as he watched her. Natasha just slept deeply and peacefully even when Eric climbed back into bed and pulled her body up against his, she never stirred.
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Natasha slowly surfaced from her deep sleep, opening her eyes, to see the canopy of the bed above her. She blinked for a moment, her foggy brain gradually clearing and memories of last night filled her head. She shifted her legs, rolling onto her side and felt the slight tenderness between her thighs from what had taken place with Eric. She smiled to herself and then turned her head to look for him. He was sleeping soundly alongside of her, his face softened in sleep, those gorgeous eyes of his hidden from her gaze.
At some time, he'd pushed the sheets back and he was bare to just below the waist and one long lightly tanned leg was hanging out the side of the bedding. Natasha took the time to study his features as he slept. The man really was perfection as far as she was concerned. His hair was ruffled with that one lock that always hung over his face resting just above his eye, his lips were parted slightly, but even asleep, Eric still managed to look sexy. Natasha's gaze lowered to his chest with the light covering of hair, which then narrowed, spearing its way down to disappear under the sheet.
Unable to help herself, Natasha put out a hand, and touched his chest. Eric didn't move, so she gently ran her hand over his chest, slowly sliding it down, following the path of the strip of hair until she got to the sheet. Eric twitched slightly, but he didn't wake up. Very gently and carefully, Natasha's fingers slipped under the sheet. She quickly glanced at Eric's face, but his eyes were still closed. Her fingers touched the thicker hair that surrounded his penis and again her eyes shifted to his face.
Boldly, she continued to slide her hand down until her fingers found the sleeping length of his penis. As her fingers brushed him, she felt his manhood stirring under them. Quickly she glanced at his face again, but his eyes were still closed. She wrapped her hand around the length of him, her fingers sliding down the satiny smooth skin of his shaft, which was definitely showing signs of life under her feather light touch. Tentatively she caressed him, watching the sheet rise and tent around him as he got harder and longer. Suddenly Natasha heard a slight gasp from Eric and lifted her eyes to his face. He was watching her through narrowed eyes that burned intensely blue with his growing desire.
"Good Morning." She said softly to him, suddenly unsure about what to do with her hand.
"What are you doing?" Eric asked her, his voice husky.
Natasha's hand stilled. "Don't you like it?" She asked him.
"What do you think?" He replied, lifting his hand to run his fingers through the tangle of her auburn curls.
"Come here." Eric tugged lightly on her hair and Natasha moved back up so she was face to face with him again. Gently he kissed her, his lips moving over hers softly and slowly. Natasha kissed him back, opening her mouth and touching her tongue to Eric's bottom lip. He groaned, his lips parting and his tongue thrust into her mouth, tangling with hers.
Eric shifted, rolling towards Natasha, his mouth
still on hers. He pushed her back against the pillows, kissing her hungrily and dragged her body against his, the hard ridge of his erection sandwiched between them. Gently he rocked against her and Natasha sighed into Eric's mouth.
With his lips still moving hungrily over hers, he cupped her breast with one hand, flicking her nipple until it had formed a hard peak. After he’d given the same attention to her other breast, Eric’s hand continued downwards, over her ribs, down over her flat stomach until he reached the curls at the apex to her thighs. His fingers parted her folds, dipping into her moist entrance, slowly pushing them into her as deep as he could. Natasha's muscles contracted around his fingers and Eric groaned softly, impatiently thrusting against her thigh.
“Please Eric.” Her voice was strained, although she wasn’t even sure what she wanted.
“Patience baby.” He said pulling his fingers out of her and directing his attention to her swollen, sensitive clitoris. He swirled his fingers around and around the swollen bud, dipping into her entrance to lubricate his fingers occasionally before returning to her clitoris.
Eric was unrelenting circling it and brushing over it until Natasha started thrashing her head from side to side as the pressure built within her. She cried out when her orgasm hit, her body bucking off the bed, her hips gyrating against Eric’s hand as he drew the last ripples of pleasure from her.
As she started to come down from her climax, Natasha was aware of her ragged breathing, and the tremors that racked her limbs. She opened her eyes to see Eric watching her, his face strained and passion burning in his eyes and when she put her hand out to cup his cheek, he trembled.
Natasha ran her hands up through his hair until she got to the back of his head, and she dragged him forward, kissing him tenderly. Eric groaned tearing his lips away from hers, “I need you now sweetheart.” He said. “I can’t wait any longer. Are you sore? I don’t want to hurt you but fuck I need you so badly.” He groaned.
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