Natasha watched as he tore the condom from its wrapper with his teeth and rolled it over his length with a hand that she could see was shaking. He backed back down her body and grabbed her hips.
“Roll over baby, I want to do you from behind.” He said, tugging on her hips and she rolled over, drawing herself up onto all fours.
He grabbed her hips and Natasha felt the head of his penis against her entrance. Eric rubbed himself through the wet folds and she trembled at the feel of him so large and hard at that sensitive part of her body. She pushed back, rubbing herself against his erection and with a groan Eric rammed into her, burying his shaft deep inside of her.
He collapsed over her back for a moment, breathing heavily into her ear, his penis twitching and jerking in her. After a moment of being still, he pulled himself up, holding her hips and started to move, sliding in and out of her slowly. Natasha dropped onto her elbows pushing her buttocks into the air and ground herself against him. He groaned and thrust hard, holding her hips firmly as he drove into her body.
Gradually he increased his pace and Natasha was a mass of sensation as the constant friction brushed against her special spot inside and she could feel another orgasm building with every thrust of his penis into her. It was all too much on top of the intense climax she’d already had and she couldn’t stop the tiny whimpers that escaped her lips with every move from Eric.
Natasha clamped down on him drawing him deeper, her muscles hugging him and clenching around him and Eric swore.
“Fuck baby, I’m almost there, come with me.” He groaned, his thrusting becoming more frantic, his hips rotating and grinding hard into her buttocks. He moved one hand around her and reached down touching a finger to her swollen clitoris and Natasha cried out. “Yes baby, yes, come for me.” He whispered and slammed into her again, pushing her over the edge and she screamed through her climax, her internal muscles fluttering around him.
“Fuck, fuck.” Eric gasped and with one final hard thrust that nearly sent her forward on the bed, she felt him spill into her, his warmth flooding her, pulsing into her.
Eric continued to thrust a few more times the sound of him moving in and out of her body, wet and noisy in the quiet room. Natasha suddenly exhausted collapsed on the bed and he dropped down with her, laying over her back, his penis still buried deep in her, twitching. She clamped down on him, milking the last drops from him and Eric moaned, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her back, which mirrored her own frantic heart beat.
They lay like that for a few minutes until Eric seemed to suddenly be aware that he had his full weight on her pressing her down into the mattress and he slipped from her body, pulling himself up to flop down on the bed next to her. He rolled Natasha onto her side, dragging her body against his until they lay tucked up against one another, just enjoying the closeness of their bodies until their heartbeats finally slowed and their breathing evened out to regular breaths.
Eric dropped a kiss on her cheek and lay there with her, cheek to cheek. Natasha gave a soft mewing sound and she felt him smile against her cheek.
“Tired baby?” He asked, his voice rumbling through her back.
“Mmm.” Was the best she could squeeze out and her eyes closed. Suddenly she was completely exhausted.
“Sleep sweetheart.” He said, kissing her again and Natasha barely acknowledged his kiss before sleep overcame her and she gave into the darkness.
Chapter 10.
Natasha woke to the touch of lips on her bare shoulder. She smiled when she felt the pressure of Eric’s morning erection pressed up against her back. He must have realised she was awake and his hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, then teasing her nipple until it was a hard peak.
His hand moved down her body, over the curve of her hip and turned in towards her inner thigh and Natasha shifted her legs, parting them enough to give him better access. His finger brushed over her clitoris and she sucked in a deep breath at his touch on that sensitive part of her body. After circling it a few times, he slid a finger deep in her and she heard Eric groan when he encountered how wet she already was.
“Hussy.” He whispered into her ear and she smiled sleepily. She stretched pushing her buttocks into his erection, stretching again so she could move subtly against him. Eric released another groan and thrust up against her, his finger still sliding in and out of her body, before resuming its lazy circling of her hardening nub.
Natasha’s breathing started to increase, a flood of moisture pooled at her entrance and it was his turn to draw in a harsh breath. He pushed one leg between hers, parting her thighs and tugged on her hips until her entrance was pressed against his erection. She lifted her leg over his and felt the head of his shaft at her weeping opening. With one hand holding her hip steady, Eric surged forward, burying his penis in her and they both let out soft groans at their joining.
He began a lazy, slow thrusting in and out of her and Natasha moved her hips, pushing back against him as he thrust into her. With every movement, their passion started to rise, their breathing increasing. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he pressed into her, his hand clamping down on her hip as he held her against him.
He moved the hand that held her hip down between her legs, massaging and rubbing her clitoris as he continued moving in and out of her. Natasha gasped as a sharp burst of pleasure speared through her from his caressing fingers on that sensitive part of her body.
She could feel her excitement growing and she wanted more from Eric. “Faster.” She gasped and cried out when Eric’s teeth bit into her neck.
“No baby.” He said, continuing with his slow, sensual pace and Natasha groaned with frustration. She writhed against him trying to get him to do as she wanted, but he stubbornly refused to give into her, keeping up the maddeningly slow and steady pace, his fingers still working her into a frenzy caressing her swollen clitoris.
She jerked and twisted, grinding herself against him and realised she was breaking through his controlled movements, when she heard his breathing kick up a notch, rasping hot and moist against her neck.
Suddenly Eric pulled out of her, rolling onto his back and tugged on Natasha. “Get on top baby.” He ground out through gritted teeth and she didn’t need encouraging, hopping up to straddle him.
She grasped his straining penis that glistened from her juices and slowly lowered herself onto him until she was impaled on his hard length. They both let out sighs of relief at being together again as intimately as two people could be joined and bracing herself with her hands on his muscled chest, she started to raise and lower herself, grinding down until he rammed up hard against her cervix.
Eric thrust up, grasping her hips to hold her still, his eyes dropping to watch where they were joined, obviously enjoying the sight of his long, thick shaft sliding into her and her juices coating him, her delicate tissues hugging him as he surged in and out of her body. She watched as his eyes darkened even more, arousal causing his cheeks to flush.
He released his firm grip on her and she started to move faster, rising up and slamming down as Eric thrust up, the sound of their bodies coming together and their harsh breathing, the only sounds in the room.
As Natasha rhythmically rose and lowered herself, she watched Eric’s face, his eyes burning dark with passion. He bared his teeth, gritting them as he fought for control, the veins in his neck standing out. She could feel herself starting to lose control at the feel of him hitting into her deeply. It excited her to watch him in the throes of passion, a dark flush staining his cheeks and it thrilled her that it was her that could make him like that. His need and passion for her, so great.
“Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna come, hurry, come with me.” He ground out and Natasha lost control riding him hard and fast, determined to make him lose control before her.
“Fuck, Natasha.” He yelled and bucked hard, thrusting up forcefully and she felt him pumping his release deep into her. She kept
riding him watching as his eyes shut and a deep groan was torn from him. A shudder ripped through his body and she could feel him pulsing and jerking inside her as aftershocks chorused through him.
His eyes opened, glazed and unfocused but he continued to thrust into her, reaching between their bodies to circle her swollen clitoris. He worked it hard, pressing it, brushing over it, circling it with his fingers until with a loud keening cry, Natasha’s orgasm rolled through her, her muscles clenching down on Eric’s still hard shaft and she collapsed on his chest, tiny tremors quaking through her. They both lay like that for a while, their hearts pounding, still intimately joined.
When her breathing had settled, Natasha sat back up, running her hands over Eric’s chest, making tiny circles around his nipples, watching as they hardened. She traced the light covering of hair on his chest with a fingertip and then followed it down his stomach lower and lower until she got to where they were joined.
She felt him harden again inside her and her eyes lifted to his in surprise. “Surely you can’t be serious.” She said and he grinned.
“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his hips so he surged into her. “Still, first things first.” And he lifted her off him, reaching down to remove the condom and toss it into the bin.
“When did you get that?” She asked surprised that she hadn’t even noticed it earlier.
“While you were sleeping.” He said. “A man can be hopeful can’t he? I wanted to be prepared in case I got lucky.” He joked.
Natasha smiled, but it was a strained smile. Obviously he was being very careful to make sure there were no more accidents which could lead to possible unwanted pregnancies, well unwanted by him at least.
He reached under the pillow, pulling out another condom, tore it free from its wrapper and rolled it onto his hard length. He lifted Natasha and lowered her back onto his shaft, thrusting up until he was buried as deep as he could go.
Eric pushed up onto his elbows and covered her lips with his, deepening the kiss until her lips parted and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She touched her tongue to his, and caressed him, curling her tongue around his and with a deep groan, he dropped back onto the bed, his hands coming up to cup the back of her head, tangling in her hair and pulling her down to him, never breaking the kiss.
With every thrust of his tongue into her mouth Natasha felt the pull deep in her and her internal muscles, fluttered and clenched on Eric’s penis which was still buried to the hilt inside her. He broke the kiss, his breath rasping.
“Fuck baby, that feels so good, you could make me come from doing that. Those muscles of yours are like a vice, you’re so tight.” He said. “But I want to watch you come too baby.”
He reached under the pillow again and Natasha wondered what else he had hidden under there. He opened his hand, revealing the egg and this time Eric moaned when she felt the pull inside as her body remembered the pleasure that small plain looking little device had brought her.
He turned it on and the egg buzzed to life. He touched it to Natasha’s thigh and she twitched as it vibrated against her. He started moving it up her leg, curving inwards until he reached her thin strip of curls. She held her breath as he got closer to that sensitive part of her.
When he touched it against her clitoris Natasha jumped, the sensation so intense she gasped and the feeling rocked her to her core. Eric circled her with the egg, the vibration of it driving her crazy.
“Eric, it’s too much.” She whimpered. It was so intense she bit down hard on her lip, rotating her hips, riding Eric’s engorged penis, desperately trying to relieve the feelings that were almost too overwhelming for her to cope with.
He ignored her pleas, continuing with the maddening circling of the egg and she started panting as she fought her rapidly rising passion.
“Oh god.” She groaned. “Eric, please, I can’t take it…I….I’m going to come, I can’t control it.” She gasped.
At her words, Eric touched the egg over her clitoris and Natasha screamed. She threw her head back, her long curls cascading over his thighs and an orgasm so strong it nearly made her black out, pierced through her body. She braced herself on his chest, her nails digging into him as shock wave after shock wave pulsed through her and she tightened around his shaft, her internal muscles grabbing at him until she faintly heard his deep groan over the roaring in her ears.
Finally the violent tremors racking her body started to ease and she opened her eyes to see Eric watching her, his eyes dark with desire. His cheeks were flushed after watching her climax before him and he hardened until it was almost painful. He pulled her down to kiss her, cupping her face in the palms of his hands. Her cheeks felt hot and flushed, a fine film of perspiration coated her body.
“Fuck that was amazing baby, you’re fucking amazing, that was so hot, you almost made me come. Now I want you to make me come.” He said huskily.
His words sent a burst of excitement through her body and she clenched around him, tightening her core until she was like a vice holding him.
“Oh fuck Natasha, that feels so good.” He moaned. She watched the emotions cross his face and when she spotted the egg that he had discarded, lying on the bed beside him, she picked it up and rising up slightly, she touched the egg to the base of his penis and turned it on.
“FUCK!” Eric’s eyes shot open and he bucked wildly under her, almost unseating her and making her drop the egg. “Don’t..do…that...again!” he ground out and grabbed the egg off Natasha throwing it across the room.
“Oh, so it was ok to use it on me, but I can’t use it on you?” She complained, pouting at Eric.
“No you bloody well can’t and I bought it for you, not for me.” He said and with one hard buck of his hips he slammed into her, forcing a gasp from her lips.
He grabbed Natasha’s hips and flipped her over until she lay beneath him without breaking contact and began to pound into her, hard and fast, grunting with each surge into her body. She wrapped her legs around his hips, her hands coming up to clutch at his arms as she hung on through his frenzied thrusting.
She felt a drop of sweat from him fall onto her and opened her eyes to look at his face. His eyes were open and his expression focused as he continued his unrelenting assault of her body. He started to thrust into her even harder, his hips moving like pistons as he worked his way towards his own explosive release.
Natasha dug her heels into his buttocks, encouraging him to go harder, faster, his frenzied, frantic pace exciting her more than she could have imagined. Suddenly Eric paused, bucked hard then drove into her holding himself deep in her, his eyes squeezed shut, teeth gritted and his breath hissed out between his teeth as he erupted inside of her. He thrust a few more times, his hips jerking until finally he was done and Natasha could feel the last of his release pulsing through him. He collapsed on her, his weight pinning her down on the bed, his breathing almost tortured sounding in the room. His heart pounded against her so fast she momentarily wondered if it could take that frantic pace and she ran her hands down his back, his skin damp with sweat.
With a groan, Eric pulled free of her body rolling onto his back to lie beside her, dragging deep breaths into his starving lungs. One arm covered his eyes and Natasha rolled onto her side to watch him as he slowly calmed down again. He lifted his arm enough to peer at her from one eye. “Fuck me woman, you’re going to kill me.” He panted.
Natasha just smiled at him, then reached over to kiss his cheek. “I need to go to the bathroom.” She told him climbing out of bed and wobbled a bit on legs that were still shaky after their love making. “I’m having a shower too. Alone.” She said when Eric’s eyes got that glint in them that she’d come to recognise. “I think you’ve done enough for one morning.” She scolded him and he smirked.
“Baby, I can never do you enough.” He said giving her his attempt at a smoldering look and sexy voice.
“Oh shut up.” She said, picking up her pillow so she could throw it at him. He easily b
atted it away and sat up to watch her walk through to the bathroom. Whistling at her as he watched the graceful movement of her hips and the curve of her buttocks as she walked away. She turned around when she got to the doorway to their bathroom, smiled at him, then in a not so lady like way, she stuck her finger up at him, blew him a raspberry and closed the door, smiling to herself when she heard Eric burst out laughing.
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When Natasha emerged from the bathroom 20 minutes later, her naked body swathed in the hotel’s robe and her hair brushed until it fell in a ripple of auburn waves down her back, she was surprised to see that Eric was asleep. She walked over to the bed to look down at him. He lay on his back, one arm flung over the pillow above his head, the other arm on his chest. He had his head angled to one side and his legs were sprawled out, one foot hanging off the side of the bed. She allowed herself the indulgence of just studying his gorgeous features as he slept, the way his hair fell across his forehead, that one lock that never stayed in place, his long lashes brushing his cheeks. Natasha had to wonder why he got the kind of lashes most women would kill to have. His lips were parted slightly and his face was relaxed in sleep as were other parts of his body she noticed, her gaze moving down the length of him.
She bent down and dropped a kiss on his forehead, but he didn’t stir, he was obviously exhausted after all their lovemaking. She couldn’t help but smile as she watched him. He was so handsome, so sexy, her heart ached with the intensity of her love for him. To know that in just a few more short days, they would be going back to life as it was prior to this week away, sent a pain piercing through her. She honestly didn’t know how she was going to do it, act like they were nothing more than boss and employee. If he went back to his usual behaviour of short term relationships and her having to send the flowers and gifts to the women as they came into and exited his life, it would break her heart.
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