Natasha's Awakening

by J. a Melville

  Right at that moment the waitress appeared with their main meals and Natasha pulled her foot free from Eric’s hand and dropped it back down to the floor. For a moment her focus was on the culinary delight before her. Her honey chilli prawns were served in an edible pastry flower and there were so many prawns, she thought she might have died and gone to heaven. Natasha sat inhaling the delectable aromas coming off her meal and when she glanced up Eric was watching her, arousal mixed with a little amusement in his gaze.

  She looked over at his meal which was some chicken dish with cashew nuts and vegetables in it which looked delicious too. “Forget it baby.” Eric growled. “You’re not getting any of my food when you turn me on then leave me high and dry.” He said, his lips curving up in a smile. Natasha stuck her tongue out at him and began to eat her meal, her eyes almost rolling back in her head and a long throaty moan escaping her when the flavours hit her palate.

  Eric watched her eat for a few moments before he started his own meal, throwing the food down like a starving man. Natasha laughed at him. “Hungry are we?” She grinned.

  “Starving.” He said, his eyes burning with desire and she felt her insides flutter like she had a stomach full of butterflies at his innuendo. She just knew from his expression that he wasn’t talking about the food.

  Natasha continued to eat her food as quickly as she dared, not really wanting to risk potential indigestion and once Eric finished he sat and watched her eat. She offered him a prawn which he ate slowly, his eyes never leaving hers and again her stomach fluttered. While she ate, she lifted her foot again and pressed it to Eric’s crouch and he breathed in harshly, his hand going under the table to stop her again. Despite him restraining her foot Natasha still managed to move her toes, curling them and uncurling them against the denim of his jeans.

  Eric’s eyes were starting to look like he was in pain and when he reached out to pick up his glass and have a drink she could see the fine tremor in his hand. She watched his face, the play of emotions across his features and continued to tease him with her toes. Eric wouldn’t put both hands under the table as that probably would have looked a little suspicious but with only one hand, he couldn’t fully restrain all the movement of her foot.

  A fine film of perspiration broke out on Eric’s top lip and he bent towards her, which brought her foot hard against his straining erection. “I would advise you to remove your foot from my cock Natasha, finish your food and stop what you’re doing otherwise I’m going to have no choice but to throw you down on this table and fuck you so damned hard, you’ll scream.” He said quietly. He straightened up and held her startled gaze with his. “Ok?” He said.

  Natasha pulled her foot free and lowered it to the floor, her eyes dilating at his words, her nipples beading and pushing against her dress and she couldn’t stop herself from shifting restlessly in her chair as she soaked her panties at his words.

  Quickly she finished her meal and looked over at Eric to see if he was ready. He sighed and leaned forward. “Thanks to you I can’t get up yet.” He told her. “I can’t walk the length of this fucking restaurant with a raging fucking hard on.”

  Natasha just looked at him, mock horror on her face. “Such language Mr Rothman. Do you speak like that when you’re in a board meeting?” She asked her head tilted to one side as she looked at him, amusement in her voice.

  “Get fucked Natasha.” He growled. “Oh wait, you will, later Ms Barrington.” He said, slowly and very precisely.

  They both sat there for a few minutes longer until Eric decided he could finally get up. When Natasha stood, he put his arm around her, tucking her in close, trying to use her as a shield she suspected if the hardness pressed up against her hip was any indication. He paid for their meal and they left the restaurant. The walk back to the car was done in record time. Eric held her hand pulling her along so quickly she had to trot after him to keep up. Once they were back at the car, he unlocked it and opened the door for her so she could get in and after he’d closed the door he came around to the driver’s side and climbed in, wincing when he sat down in the low seats.

  “God this is going to be torture.” He groaned. The denim of his jeans was cutting in to him. “I’m going to do myself a serious injury.” He moaned and Natasha laughed. “You are a cruel woman Natasha. I should make you take care of this right now as punishment for doing this to me.” He said and she shivered at the thought. She was so tempted to do it too and when she looked over at him and her eyes met his, he shut his, another groan squeezing past his lips.

  “Don’t look at me like that or I’m going to embarrass myself right now and I haven’t come in my pants since I was a young teenage boy.”

  With that comment which make her insides tingle, Eric started the car and headed for home. It didn’t take long and he was swearing as they tried to leave Devonport. For a fairly small town, they got every red light they could. As Natasha looked over at him she could see the frustration and tension etched in his face. He kept dropping a hand to gingerly try and adjust himself through his jeans and she wished she could take him in her hands and relieve that pressure for him.

  Once they got out of Devonport and onto the country roads that led back to Eric’s country home, Natasha leaned over and placed her hand on his thigh. He twitched under her touch, his eyes shooting over to hers briefly. She moved her hand up his thigh until she could cup him through his jeans. Eric’s hands jerked and the powerful car swerved slightly before he got it back under control. “Fuck baby, don’t do that. You’ll have us wrapped around the nearest tree.”

  Natasha moved her hand enough to pop his jeans open, easing down the zipper and Eric dragged in a harsh breath. “Natasha, please.” He begged, his jaw tense as he glanced over at her.

  “Let me take care of you.” She said and Eric groaned.

  “While we’re driving baby?”

  “I’ll be quick.” She assured him and he cursed under his breath.

  “It will be fucking quick alright.” He said. “One touch and I’m going to explode if we don’t die first when I lose control of the car.”

  “I have every faith in your ability to get us home safely.” Natasha told him, slipping her hand gently into his jeans to pull his erection free. She left him with his straining penis jutting out of his jeans while she dug around in her handbag for her travel pack of tissues. She pulled a few free from the pack and spread them over Eric, tucking some into the waistband of his jeans.

  He twitched as she arranged the tissues and her fingers grazed his engorged shaft as she worked. “Fuck baby. Do you think that’s going to be enough? The way I’m feeling I think a tarp would be more effective.”

  Natasha smiled at him. “Deal with it Mr. It’s either the tissues or I leave you as you are until we get back.”

  “Fuck it then.” He groaned. “Just do your worst.”

  At the first touch of her fingers on him, he exhaled noisily. She curled her hand around his rock hard shaft and slid her palm up and down the length of him, brushing her thumb over the swollen head which brought a tortured sounding groan from Eric.

  As she ran her hand up and down him, his teeth clamped together, his jaw tense, a muscle twitching in his cheek. His hands tightened on the steering wheel as he fought to concentrate on his driving, still changing gears as necessary.

  Eric said it wouldn’t take long and it seemed in no time at all, he tensed, his knuckles white on the steering wheel and he thrust up as much as he could under the restraint of his seat belt. Natasha felt him swell in her hand and he began to spurt his release, making no sound other than a low groan.

  She hastily grabbed the tissues and wiped him down as he pumped his seed over himself. She licked the traces of his release from her hand causing Eric to moan and once he was all cleaned up, she balled up the tissues and dropped them on the floor of the car then carefully eased his softening penis back into his jeans, but didn’t make any attempt to zip him up again in case she accidently hurt him.

>   Eric reached out and placed a hand on her thigh, squeezing her leg before taking her hand and raising it to his lips to kiss her palm. “You are so fucking amazing. You’re the only woman I’ve ever known who acts like she enjoys doing that. I can almost believe you do love the taste of my cum. I’m used to women who do it reluctantly and they never swallow and they sure as hell never lick it off themselves.” He said and released her.

  “I do enjoy it Eric. I love to swallow, I love the taste and I love to watch you come. It’s kind of a power trip for me to know I can reduce you to this. To know that I’m responsible.” She reached out to brush her fingers down his cheek.

  “Oh fuck baby, you’re making me hard again. I’ve never known a woman like you. You’re one of a kind Natasha.” His eyes met hers briefly before his attention returned to the road and controlling the car as the powerful vehicle took them closer and closer to home.

  Chapter 16.

  When they got home Eric dropped Natasha off at the front of the house while he took the car around to the garage. Once the car was back in the garage he unlocked the house and they went inside. He dropped his keys on the kitchen counter and grabbed a couple of glasses. “Drink baby? Bacardi and Coke?” he asked her. Natasha nodded and watched as Eric poured her drink and a whiskey for himself.

  He dropped down on the lounge and when she sat down with him, he put his arm around her and tucked her in against his side. They sat in silence for a while, sipping their drinks and Natasha kicked her shoes off, stretching her legs out in front of her. Eric hadn’t bothered doing his jeans back up she noticed and her eyes strayed to that patch of thicker hair that was visible where the denim had parted.

  She squirmed in her seat, wondering if this intense attraction to Eric was ever going to stop or at the very least settle down a bit. She shifted restlessly on the lounge again and decided that she needed to have a shower to cool off.

  “I’m going to have a shower.” Natasha said, pulling free of Eric’s arm and standing up.

  “Ok baby.” He replied looking at her with eyes that were closed to narrow slits. She felt a stab of disappointment. She had hoped he’d want to come and shower with her, that maybe he’d make love to her, but looking down at him nursing the last of his drink, he didn’t look like he wanted to do anything more than what he was doing, which was looking very close to falling asleep on the lounge.

  She left him half lying on the lounge and dropped her glass off in the sink before heading upstairs. Natasha stripped off all her clothes and walked into the bathroom turned on the taps in the shower and once the temperature was right, she stepped in. She filled her hands with the vanilla scented body wash and started lathering up her body, running her hands down her neck across her shoulders and breasts soaping herself up. Her body tingled and an ache started up between her legs. She slid her hands down her stomach, slowly washing, caressing her body until she got to the narrow strip of curls, running her hands through them and slipping a hand between her legs.

  Her fingers found her hidden nub, pressing against it, slowly circling it. She stood under the spray of warm water, eyes closed, head thrown back her body tingling with sexual need when suddenly a large warm hand closed over hers between her legs and Natasha jumped, her eyes flying open as she turned her head to meet the intense blue of Eric’s eyes. His body pressed against her back and she could feel his erection slip between her buttocks.

  His other arm came around her cupping a breast, his fingers plucking at her nipple until it was a hard peak. Natasha leaned against his muscled chest and she turned her head to look up at him. “I thought you were going to sleep.” She said.

  Eric chuckled. “Now how could I do that?” He asked. “What happened in the car was only a teaser for me. I wasn’t going to be truly satisfied until I could sink this.” He rubbed his penis against her. ”Into your warm, wet and very inviting pussy. Plus I owe you baby. It’s my turn to make you come now.” He said and Natasha’s insides quivered at his huskily spoken words.

  He pushed the hand between her legs aside. “Did you seriously think I was going to leave my girl to take care of herself?” He asked, his lips trailing down the side of her neck. Natasha tilted her head to one side to give him better access, his words making her shiver with excitement, her heart leaping when he called her his girl.

  He turned her in his arms, his lips finding hers and they shared a deep, passionate kiss, tongues caressing one another, teeth nipping gently at each other’s lips as the warm spray from the water cascaded down over them.

  Natasha could feel Eric’s hard shaft jutting up between their bodies and her hand curled around the length of him. She felt the condom already on him and she broke the kiss to look down at him. “You’re already wearing a condom?” She questioned eyebrow raised and Eric smiled, that slow sexy smile.

  “Pays to be prepared baby.”

  He began to move his hand backwards and forwards between her legs, his fingers teasing over her clitoris and she gasped. He buried two fingers deep inside her groaning at how wet she was already. “Oh hell baby, I want to be inside you so badly.” He whispered against her ear and Natasha felt her muscles clench around his fingers in response to his words.

  She brought one leg up, hooking it around his thigh, tilting her hips to try and press that aching part of her body against him. She ground her mound against his thigh, her need for him suddenly urgent and Eric seemed to know what she wanted. He cupped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me baby.” He said and Natasha didn’t need to be asked twice.

  She wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his neck and her eyes locked with his which burned with his arousal. He pushed her up against the cool tiles of the shower and with his blue gaze fixed on her blue green one, he thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt, deep inside her. Natasha cried out, writhing against him and Eric pulled back until just the tip of his penis was against her entrance and with another hard thrust, he slammed into her again.

  Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Eric’s lips pressed into the side of her neck as he thrust violently into her over and over, their bodies slamming together with the force of their love making. His hands bit into her flesh as he held her. His possession was rough, urgent and Natasha couldn’t get enough, her hands tearing at his shoulders, scoring him, making Eric grunt in pain. He thrust into her harder, driving her up against the tiles and Natasha gasped, her orgasm building in her rapidly as he slammed against her cervix over and over again. She tightened her legs around his hips, writhing, her movements uncontrolled, desperate, her need to find her release overwhelming her. “Oh god, Eric.” She gasped, twisting and rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest. She heard Eric grunt in response as he continued to thrust into her hard, his need for her seemingly as out of control as hers. Her orgasm built within her and she moaned. “Oh Eric, oh god….I’m going to come.”

  With one more thrust of his rigid shaft into her, Natasha’s climax hit her, her muscles grabbing at him as she came apart around him, her nails tore into his skin, leaving bloodied score marks in his shoulders. Eric grunted again and slammed into her a couple more times before his body went rigid momentarily. She felt him pumping into her and he continued to thrust against her until he was spent.

  Natasha sagged in his arms, her body racked with tremors and Eric sank to the floor, his arms holding her tightly so she wouldn’t fall. He pulled free from her body and they sat in one another’s arms on the shower floor, the warm water falling down on top of them.

  They sat like that, their hearts beating rapidly, both panting, desperately dragging air into their lungs. Finally their heart beats returned to normal, their breathing slowed and Eric climbed to his feet, pulling Natasha up with him. She leaned weakly against the tiles while he opened the shower door long enough to toss the condom into the bin. He gathered her back up in his arms, kissing her cheek, her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck before working his way
back up, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose before finding her lips to give her a long, slow, lingering kiss.

  Gently he began to wash her, filling the palm of one hand with the vanilla scented body wash and lathering it over her, carefully washing her between her legs and she twitched when his fingers found her swollen clitoris that was still so sensitive to the slightest touch. There was an ache between her thighs from Eric’s rough possession of her and she knew she was going to feel that in the morning.

  His touch was soothing as he bathed her and once he was finished, he held her under the spray while he rinsed her. Natasha just stood there in his arms letting him take care of her, loving how gentle he was. Once he was finished he turned off the water and lifted her up to carry her out and placed her down where he began to dry her.

  He dried every inch of her body then wrapped her wet hair in another towel and rubbed the excess moisture from her auburn strands. His fingers massaged her scalp and she groaned, loving every minute of the pampering he was giving her. “Does that feel good baby.” He asked softly and she groaned which drew a quiet chuckle from Eric.

  When he was satisfied, he began to run the brush through her hair, carefully untangling it so it wouldn’t pull at her scalp and hurt her. He worked with one hand still around her, holding her in his strong embrace as though he thought that she might fall. Natasha knew she could stand without his support but she let him do it, loving this Eric, this caring, gentle Eric and she couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it would be like if he truly loved her. He touched her like he cherished her and for now, she was happy to lap up his attention, to indulge her fantasy that he did really love her.