“Ok.” She whispered. She glanced down to where Eric’s hands were linked at her stomach and her mind was racing with the possibility that already, a baby was being made in her.
“I need a shower.” She told him. “I’m all sticky and I went to Bondi Beach and the salt spray on my skin…….” Her words trailed off as Eric suddenly pushed her dress up, sliding his hand up her thigh, running his fingers over the gold chain of her g-string. He followed it to where it disappeared between her buttocks and she heard his breath catch in his throat.
“Where on earth did you go today?” he asked her. “Where did this come from and what the hell are you trying to do to me wearing something like this?”
His fingers inched their way down the chain between her buttocks and then curved between her legs, brushing the delicate fabric, pushing it aside to slip a finger over her entrance, spreading the wetness from him over her curls and caressing her tiny nub with the lubrication from their earlier passion. He circled it, then slid his fingers back and forth over it until Natasha’s legs began to shake and her breathing started coming in short sharp bursts from her parted lips. God but she had no control with him, one touch and he had her exactly where he wanted her.
Eric’s arm that was still holding her moved up the front of her, cupping her breast through her thin dress. He plucked at the nipple until it hardened and pushed against her clothing. His other hand was still busy between her legs, flicking and brushing over her clitoris then he pushed two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her, curling them forward until he brushed against that secret spot inside. Natasha could feel her climax coming, her breathing reduced to panting, her body shaking and her legs threatened to give way. They probably would have too if Eric wasn’t holding her so firmly against him.
She pushed back against him, feeling his erection against her buttocks and she writhed against him, wanting more, but he pulled his hips away from her.
“No Natasha, this is for you and you only.” He said before resuming his assault on her body. One hand caressed her breast, the other one thrust into her. He pressed his lips against her neck and Natasha shivered with excitement at his hot, moist breath on her sensitive skin. He wasn’t immune she could tell by his rapid breathing.
“Come for me sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear, tugging on her nipple and plunging a third finger deep inside her while his thumb dragged over her swollen nub and then with a gasp her climax hit, she cried out, her body bucking in reaction, grinding herself against Eric’s hand, her muscles clutching and grabbing at his fingers which were still buried inside her. He kept his fingers deep inside her until the tremors had stopped wracking her body and when he withdrew them, he held them up so she could watch her juices and the residual evidence of his passion running down them. He put them to her lips, running them over her full bottom lip and Natasha’s tongue swept over her lip licking them off, tasting herself and Eric which was deeply erotic to her. She watched as he then held his fingers to his mouth and his tongue licked up the length of them, a deep groan emitted from his throat.
He turned her in his arms and lowered his head to cover her lips with his, caressing her lips with his tongue before sliding it in to deepen the kiss. Natasha responded, but before the kiss could get out of hand, Eric pulled back, releasing her. “You said you wanted to have a shower.” He said. “Alone or can I come in too?”
“It depends,” she said, “what are we doing for dinner?”
Eric grinned at her, “Well, if someone had been here when I got back, she would already know I have dinner waiting in the fridge.”
Natasha’s interest was piqued, “So what is for dinner?” she asked him.
“Just some cold seafood, cheeses, dips, biscuits. Do you think that will be enough?” Eric smirked at her.
Natasha stuck her tongue out at Eric, as he knew how much she loved seafood and cheese, all cheeses except for blue vein though, she couldn’t eat that. “Well, I guess it’s going to have to do isn’t it?” she pretended to sulk at him.
Eric dropped another hard kiss on her lips, “So smart arse, one in the shower or two?”
“You can come in too if you must but I need time after the shower alone. I have a surprise for you.” Natasha said.
“I’m guessing the surprise has something to do with what’s in that bag?” He cocked his head to one side, indicating the bag that still lay on the floor where she’d dropped it. “That’s also where those incredibly sexy panties came from?” Eric slid his hand up under her dress to cup her mound through the ultra sheer and delicate g-string.
Natasha blushed. “That would be the one.” She said, a slightly nervous smile on her lips. Eric tugged her into his arms, one hand cupping her buttocks to bring her hips into contact with his.
“If whatever you have in that bag can cause more of a response than this,” he ground his erection against her, “then I’m in trouble.” He said and Natasha was secretly thrilled at how hard he felt against her. If the g-string could illicit that kind of response in him, she could only imagine what the negligee would do and that little red number that she still wondered if she should have bought.
While Eric went off to get the shower running, Natasha took her bag of lingerie into the walk in robe and left it there ready for when she dressed for him after their shower. She stripped off her clothes and put them in her bag with her other clothes for washing and slipped on the hotel’s robe before padding barefoot back through to the bathroom.
Eric was already in the shower when she entered the bathroom. He had his back to her and was soaping up his chest. Natasha watched the water running down his magnificent back and buttocks, admiring him with open feminine interest. He turned side on, eyes closed, still lazily soaping his chest and she noticed he was still semi erect.
His eyes opened and he saw her, his hands stilling on his body. Natasha untied the sash at her waist and pushed the robe off her shoulders until it pooled at her feet. She turned her back to him and bent down to retrieve it, giving him a clear view of her weeping sex as she was still very wet from their almost primitive coming together from earlier.
Once she’d straightened and hung her robe on the hook she turned to face Eric. He was standing watching her, no longer washing himself and he was completely hard again. She was surprised to see he had a hand wrapped around his steel hard penis and he was sliding it up and down the length of his erection as he watched her. He was masturbating in front of her, his eyes sweeping the length of her as she stood there, naked before him.
Eric reached out and opened the shower door and Natasha stepped inside. She was pressed against his side as he reached around her to close the shower door and he turned angling himself towards her, his erection brushing against her stomach. He pulled her into his arms, his lips finding hers for a deep, knee weakening kiss, his penis pressed up hard between them.
Natasha reached down and wrapped her fingers around him, sliding her hand up and down the length of him as well as she could given he was pressed up hard against her. He groaned, thrusting into her hand and she stepped back, working him harder and faster, her grip firm on his shaft. She rubbed her thumb over his tip and he bucked in her hand, a soft groan torn from his throat. She felt her body contract deep inside in response and her breathing kicked up a notch as she continued to slide her hand up and down his length.
Eric gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust into her hand, his movements jerky as his excitement grew. Natasha bent her head, touching her lips to his chest, taking one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked hard on it. He jerked, gasping and he thrust hard into her hand. She moved to his other nipple, licking and sucking on it as the water streamed down over his chest and still she kept up the steady slide of her hand up and down the length of his straining penis.
Natasha released him and Eric groaned, thrusting into her stomach in frustration.
“Baby what are you trying to do to me?” He ground out through gritted teeth, bu
t she just smiled and dropped to her knees before him. “Oh hell.” He whispered and then grunted when her lips closed over the head of his penis. He pushed into her mouth and Natasha opened wide taking him as deep as she could. Cupping his balls, she began to work him in and out of her mouth, licking, sucking, curling her tongue around him, flicking it over the head, tasting the drop of pre seminal that beaded at the end.
Eric’s hands tunneled into her wet hair, tangling in it as he held her, his movements jerky as his hips twitched and he surged into her mouth. His groans were soft at first but then they became louder and when Natasha glanced up between her lashes, he had his head thrown back, eyes shut, lips drawn back and his jaw locked as he clenched his teeth against his rising excitement.
She sucked him in deep until she could feel him at the back of her throat and as she slid back up his rock hard shaft, she grazed her teeth along him. His grip on her hair tightened, his balls tucked up where her hand had them resting on her palm and she felt him swell even more in her mouth. Suddenly with a shout, he called out her name and she felt him burst into the back of her throat, pumping and spurting his warmth into her. She sucked and swallowed fast as he filled her and her hand came up to tighten on the base of his penis, squeezing along the shaft as she milked him until he was spent.
He stood there, hands in her hair, head back, his body racked with tremors and she stood, her arms going around him until he stopped shaking and his breathing was no longer harsh and panting.
“Damn Natasha, you’re fucking amazing what you can do with that sexy little mouth of yours.” He said, the blue of his eyes darkened from his passion. Natasha smiled and lifted her lips to touch them to his before she stepped away and grabbed the soap to begin washing herself.
Eric leaned against the tiles watching her soap her body, his appreciation of how beautiful she was evident in his gaze. She washed her hair and he helped, massaging her scalp and rinsing her off carefully to keep the shampoo out of her eyes. Once she was done, he quickly washed himself given that was actually his second shower of the day and then he shut off the water and they both stepped out of the shower.
Natasha dried herself off, wrapping a second towel around her hair to soak up the moisture from it. Once Eric had dried himself and put on that deodorant of his that drove her crazy since it made him smell so good, he dressed in his faded blue jeans, no underwear again, she noticed and told her he’d go and organize dinner while she went and dressed herself in the outfit she’d bought for him.
“Be gentle.” He joked. “I’m not sure my heart can take much more excitement for one day.” He said and with that slightly crooked sexy grin of his he left the room. Natasha watched him go, her heart aching. God she loved him so much.
She placed a hand on her flat stomach, imaging herself growing big with his child, if only things could have been different. She already knew that if she was pregnant, she wasn’t going to tell Eric. He would push her to have an abortion and she could never kill his child. She would leave her job, much as she loved it and disappear even though that meant never seeing Eric again.
He had obviously pushed his concerns over her possibly getting pregnant to the back of his mind for now but Natasha couldn’t so easily do the same thing. His horror over his ‘mistake’ as he’d called it when he realised he’d had sex without a condom was stuck forever in her mind. That was the real Eric, that look, his terror, that showed his true feelings. He was treating her well, he’d been attentive and caring, but he was getting a week of unlimited sex and what man wouldn’t treat the woman well to keep getting what he wanted?
Natasha could try and fool herself in her mind that Eric cared deeply for her, but his interest in her was sex, nothing more, despite how gentle he’d been with her. He’d shown a side of himself today she wasn’t used to when he’d been out of control and furious with her for going out. He’d been rude and almost overbearing, and ok he’d made up for it afterwards, well, until he’d had that moment when he remembered the no condom thing but there was still nothing in his behaviour to make her believe he cared anymore for her than a man might feel towards a lover.
“Are you going to stand there all night are you?” Eric’s voice suddenly broke through her thoughts and Natasha jumped. She blushed, swinging around to face him. His eyes dropped to the hand which she still had pressed against her stomach and his expression changed.
“I’m sorry Natasha, don’t worry about it please, we’ll deal with it once we know one way or the other, ok?” He said, and she looked at him with a confused expression. Eric gestured to her stomach.
“If you’re pregnant, we’ll deal with it, this doesn’t have to ruin either of our lives.” He assured her, but Natasha felt herself die a little more inside at his words. He just confirmed it yet again how much he didn’t want her to be pregnant, how much it would inconvenience him.
“I know.” Her voice was low. “I don’t want to talk about it please.” She said, her expression guarded and she really didn’t want to talk about it, there was no point. She would be happy to carry his child, he would be horrified. He really didn’t have to keep going on about it.
“Give me a few minutes will you Eric, I’ll be ready to come and eat soon.” She said and turned away from him, unwrapping the towel from her head to brush the tangles from her long strands. Eric watched her for a moment before turning and walking quietly from the room.
Chapter 9.
Once Natasha had her hair free of tangles, she dried it with the blow dryer, flicking it and curling it lightly until it cascaded around her shoulders, a healthy shine on it under the overhead lights in the bathroom. She put some light make up on, a dusting of colour to her cheeks and some mascara and eyeliner before touching a spray of perfume to her neck and wrists.
When she was satisfied with her appearance, she walked through to the walk in robe and pulled the emerald green negligee from the bag and the feathery shoes. She slipped the negligee on, loving the feel of the silky fabric against her skin, carefully pulled on the matching panties that tied at her hips and stepped into the matching shoes.
She then put the hotel’s robe back on over the top as she didn’t want Eric to see the way she was dressed until later. She took one more quick glance at herself in the mirror, dropped her head and tossed it back to plump up her hair so it had that wind blown, sexy look or she hoped it did at least and headed to the kitchen to see what Eric was up to.
He was in the fridge when she walked into the room, digging out covered platters and placing them on the benchtops. Natasha just stood watching him, the way the light played over the rippling muscles in his back and shoulders through his white t-shirt as he dug around in the fridge. He must have finally got everything he needed because he straightened, shutting the fridge and turned, spotting her standing there watching him.
His eyes travelled down the length of her, stopping on her emerald feathery slip on heels. One brow shot up and he grinned. “Am I right in assuming that those shoes are a preview of what’s underneath?” He gestured to her robe and Natasha nodded. “So why can’t I see what’s underneath?” He asked and she smiled.
“Now that would be cheating.” She told him. “We’re about to have dinner, I can’t sit here in what I have on underneath my robe, it’s not appropriate dining attire.” Natasha pulled the neckline of her robe tighter to make sure he couldn’t see anything of what she was wearing underneath.
Eric moved around the kitchen counter and started walking towards her, his stride predatory as he advanced on her.
Natasha backed up. “No Eric, go away.” She held her hands up to ward him off. “You have to wait, just show some patience, ok?”
He kept coming, stopping just inches from her and Natasha could smell the cologne he wore, her nostrils flaring as she inhaled that scent of his that was so sexy. Eric bent his head, his lips capturing hers, sucking her full bottom lip between his teeth and he nipped her gently before releasing it again. One hand snaked up and with a finger, he
pulled the neck of her robe forward, dropping his eyes down, trying to sneak a peek but she closed a hand over his, stopping him. “Eric, stop it, I told you no, you have to wait.” She scolded him.
He backed up, hands held up in surrender. “Ok, you win, I’ll wait. Come on lets eat then.” And he turned back to the platters picking up a couple to carry to the dining table. Natasha picked up some too and they arranged them on the table.
Eric grabbed them some plates and then he disappeared back into the fridge, emerging with a bottle of wine and two glasses he’d been chilling.
Once he’d placed the bottle and glasses on the table, he pulled out a chair for Natasha and she sat down arranging her robe carefully so it didn’t reveal anything of what she was wearing underneath. Eric dropped a kiss on her head, reaching down quickly before she even had time to react and slipping a hand down the front of her robe. “Eric.” Natasha shrieked, slapping his hand away. “Well you can’t blame a man for trying baby.” He said as he sat down, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Natasha studied him for a moment as he opened the wine and poured them both a glass. “Let me guess, you were spoilt as a child right?” She asked. “You got everything, whatever Eric wanted, Eric got.”
Eric’s amusement faded away. “Actually no.” He said. “We had no money. My Father passed away when I was very young, I don’t even remember him and my Mother raised me alone. She had to work two jobs to support me and she couldn’t afford to get me whatever I wanted. I never even had new clothes, they were always second hand.” He told her.
“That’s so sad.” Natasha said. “I had no idea, I just assumed given your wealth now that you’d come from money.” She placed a hand over his.
“Don’t feel sorry for me Natasha.” He warned. “My Mother did the best she could, but it was hard, but I know she loved me. We might not have had money and often we went hungry, but she never made me feel anything but loved.” There was a small smile on his face but pain in his eyes as he remembered his childhood.
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