Natasha's Awakening

by J. a Melville

  Natasha smiled at his impatience. She couldn’t help herself though, she liked to torture him a little and build the pleasure slowly. She loved being so intimately connected with him besides just the mind blowing orgasms she could receive. Still Eric was looking like he was about to grind his teeth down to the gum line if she made him wait much longer.

  Bracing her hands on his stomach, she raised herself up until just the tip of his penis was still inside her and then she dropped down hard, just as he thrust up. As Eric slammed into her cervix, pleasure radiated out and she gasped. She rose up off him again and then crashed down on him, her heavy breasts swaying.

  Gradually Natasha increased her pace as her pleasure mounted. Eric’s groan clearly showed his relief and he dug his fingers into her hips to force her down hard onto him as he bucked up, thrusting into her.

  She threw her head back, her eyes closing as she focused on the orgasm that was slowing building within her. Her movements became faster, until she bounced wildly on Eric, ramming the head of his penis hard against her cervix over and over again.

  Their breathing became more laboured. The sounds of their breathing and the slapping of their skin as their bodies came together, were the only noises in the room. Eric moved one of his hands from Natasha’s hip to between their bodies and he started circling her swollen clitoris over and over.

  At his touch she began to ride him faster, her breasts jiggling with her movements. Eric’s fingers flicked over her hard little nub and suddenly Natasha’s orgasm hit, a high pitched cry bursting from her parted lips. She jerked struggling to keep her rhythm on Eric’s steely shaft going, but she couldn’t. Her inner muscles fluttered around him and she collapsed over his chest just as she heard him shout her name and begin to spurt hotly into her, his hips jerking.

  They both trembled through the last of their mutual release until finally Eric gently lifted her off him, rolling her over so he could tuck her body against his. They lay like that for a while, spooning, simply enjoying their bodies close together.

  Eventually he stirred, his lips against Natasha’s neck. “How about we go and have a shower baby so we can get ready to go down for dinner?”

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  “Have you decided what you’d like to order baby?” Eric looked over at Natasha as they sat in their private cubicle in the hotel’s restaurant.

  “Am I going to get to eat it this time?” She asked dryly and he laughed.

  “Well now, that depends I guess baby. If you think you can keep your hands off me long enough to eat, then yeah, you’ll get your meal. Do you think you can do that?” He grinned at her and Natasha groaned.

  “I’m the one sitting here with no panties on at your request I might add, and you’re asking me if I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you?” Her expression was amused.

  Eric’s eyes darkened, their blue more intense. “Don’t remind me baby.” He slid along the seat, closer to her. His hand disappeared under the table, pushing the hem of her royal blue, silky dress up. Natasha tensed and a small gasp escaped her lips when his fingers slid between her folds, finding her already wet.

  He pressed his lips against her ear, his warm breath teasing the sensitive skin there. “You are such a hussy baby. See how wet you are?” He pulled his fingers from between her folds to show her the moisture glistening on his fingertips. When she blushed, Eric smiled, that sexy smile of his that made her heart flutter and he reached out to trace her bottom lip, smearing her juices along it. Once it was moist, he bent his head, his tongue coming out to lick her lip, before covering her lips with his and kissing her deeply.

  Just then the waitress turned up at their table to take their orders and Natasha ordered the oysters Kilpatrick for the entrée and lobster mornay for the main. Eric gave his order and when the waitress left it was his turn to roll his eyes. “You and the seafood baby.”

  Natasha grinned. “You know how much I love my seafood Mr Rothman.”

  They didn’t have to wait that long and their entrees arrived. Eric had ordered the oysters too, but he had the mornay and they didn’t speak at all while they ate their meal. Natasha moaned after every oyster, her pallet savouring the flavours and Eric did his usual thing of watching her eat. He seemed to never tire of watching her.

  Once they’d finished their entrees and the waitress had taken their empty platters away, Eric leaned in to whisper in Natasha’s ear. “Spread your legs baby.” He said and her eyes widened as she looked over at him.

  His eyes burned as he waited for her to obey him and when she slowly parted her legs, his hand slipped beneath the table again and he zeroed straight in on her clitoris, rubbing it over and over with his thumb then delving two fingers into her soaked entrance, driving them as deep as he could when she was sitting at the table, curling them to graze over her g-spot then out again.

  Something about knowing they could get caught, hearing the other diners chatting in the restaurant, the sounds of cutlery on plates, excited Natasha and it didn’t take long and she started to tremble. Eric was unrelenting, flicking his thumb over her swollen, sensitive nub and thrusting his fingers in and out of her. Her muscles closed around him trying to hold him within her and she heard his low groan as he felt her tighten around his fingers.

  The waitress arrived with their main meals and Natasha kept her eyes down, worried that the woman would know what they were doing. Her skin felt flushed and her heart was racing but if the waitress noticed anything, she didn’t let on and after she’d placed their plates on the table she left again.

  “Eat up baby.” Eric said huskily as Natasha sat staring at her meal. She shot him a tortured look and he kissed her gently on the cheek all while his fingers still worked between her legs. “Come on Natasha, eat.” He ordered her and a spark of anger flashed in her eyes. How the hell was she supposed to eat while he was driving her crazy?

  “Damn you Eric.” She moaned but he just grinned at her, his fingers never ceasing their steady torment on her delicate flesh.

  She picked up her knife and fork and began to eat her lobster mornay. It was delicious but she was having trouble concentrating on the flavours and appreciating it when Eric’s fingers still thrust into her. He drove them in, twisting them, grazing her g-spot, which sent a spark of pleasure through her body, before withdrawing them to brush over her highly sensitized clitoris and repeating his movements over and over again.

  Natasha’s body began to tighten as her climax drew closer. She struggled to eat her lobster, taking a quick peek over at Eric who was eating his meal with one hand, no hint of what he was doing to her showing on his face.

  He leaned over to her and whispered in her ear. “Come on baby, come for me.” And at his huskily spoken words and with him suddenly pinching her clitoris between his thumb and finger, Natasha’s orgasm slammed through her body, making her cry out despite her efforts to be quiet. Her body shook and shuddered, her hand shaking so hard she was forced to put her cutlery down and as she sagged from her release, Eric’s hand cupped her, his fingers still buried in her as she fluttered and clenched around them.

  Natasha was suddenly conscious of where they were and her eyes shot around the room nervously. A couple of people at nearby tables were looking at her curiously and she couldn’t control the tide of colour that flooded her face.

  Eric followed her gaze and nodded to the people dining at the tables near them. “She really loves her seafood.” He grinned at them. “You have no idea how much.” And everyone smiled and returned to their meals.

  Natasha felt mortified. “Eric.” She hissed at him and he turned to her smiling. “You’re not helping damn you.” She said, shooting him a look that should have knocked him off his chair, but he merely tossed his head back and burst out laughing.

  “Relax baby. No one but me knows what just happened and fuck that was hot. You are so hot, so beautiful. I am so fucking hard for you right now.” He took her hand and pressed it down against
his groin. She could feel the steely hard length of his erection under her palm.

  Natasha started to move her hand over the hard ridge of his penis through his pants, but he stopped her. “Don’t baby. I don’t want to come here. The next time you make me come, I want to be buried in that tight, hot body of yours.” He told her.

  Eric removed his hand from between her legs, and Natasha could see her juices on his fingers. As he watched her, he slowly licked them clean before wiping the last off on his napkin. She felt her inner muscles clench at the sight of him apparently savouring her taste and he was enjoying it, if the look on his face was any indication.

  “Hurry up and eat baby, suddenly I want to get back to our room as quickly as possible.” Eric growled and Natasha dutifully picked up her cutlery and continued to eat her meal. They both ate in silence after that. Eric kept shifting around in his seat, one hand sometimes moving under the table to adjust himself by the looks of things, so he was obviously uncomfortable. It still amazed her that their need for one another was so explosive. It didn’t seem to matter how often they made love. All it took was one look, one touch and that overwhelming, all consuming desire would be burning through them again. Eric obviously had one hell of a stamina too although she wasn’t going to tell him that. His ego was big enough at times, as it was.

  As soon as she put down her knife and fork, Eric reached into his pocket, withdrew his wallet and threw money onto the table before taking Natasha’s hand and helping her to her feet. Not too subtly, he took her hand and dragged her out of the restaurant as quickly as she could move in her heavily pregnant state.

  He was silent on the ride up to the suite in the elevator and as soon as he’d unlocked their door, pushed her inside and closed the door behind him, he hauled her into his arms.

  Eric’s lips closed over hers, his tongue pushing roughly into her mouth. He kissed her hard, his passion wild and unrestrained. He finally dragged his lips away from hers, his breathing laboured and he dropped his forehead against hers as he fought to get himself under control.

  “Fuck baby. How do you do this to me? It’s only been a few hours since we last made love and here I am wanting you, desperate for you. I feel like a bloody horny teenager again. I just want to sink into your body and fuck you hard. I want you so much, I need you so much. Let me fuck you baby. I swear I’m about to explode.” Eric’s voice was urgent with his arousal.

  Natasha felt her insides clench at his huskily spoken words and when she looked into his eyes, they burned bright blue with his desire. “Bend me over and fuck me hard Eric.” Was all she said and with a groan at her words, he led her into the bedroom and with her facing the bed, he pressed his hands between her shoulders to get her to bend over.

  She bent, hands braced on the bed, her buttocks angled up to Eric and she smiled at his muffled curse and then another string of curses as he struggled to undo his pants before sliding them down his legs. His shoes were kicked off impatiently, followed by his pants and then he came up behind her, his hands caressing her buttocks before one slid between her legs, his fingers brushing her entrance. When he felt how wet she was, he groaned again.

  “God what do you do to my self control? I’m sorry baby, but I need you too much to go slow.” Eric warned her and with one hard thrust, he buried himself in her to the hilt. There was no gentle build up from him this time, he just slammed into her over and over again, so she had to fist the bedding in both hands to stop herself being pitched forward onto the bed.

  The room was filled with the sound of Eric’s balls slapping against her buttocks and his harsh breathing as he thrust hard and fast. Natasha could feel another orgasm building in her despite having already climaxed in the restaurant and she gasped every time he drove into her as the pleasure built inside.

  “Fuck baby, I’m sorry, but I can’t wait for you.” He groaned. He curved over Natasha’s back, his hands holding her firmly as he rammed into her, dragging her back against him with every thrust of his hips. Suddenly he stiffened, a loud tortured sounding groan torn from his lips and she felt him pumping his release deep into her. He kept moving, sliding one hand down to her clitoris and with one brush of his fingers and his shaft hitting her cervix, she came apart, her orgasm exploding through her. Natasha cried out, her muscles clenching around him and he groaned again, his hips jerking in response as her inner fluttering and spasms milked him of the last drops of his seed.

  Once he’d finished Eric pulled free of Natasha’s body making them both groan softly. She normally loved to just enjoy that closeness of their intimate connection but she was too heavily pregnant to spend too long bent over the bed and Eric was mindful of that.

  “Hop on the bed baby. You rest.” He told her and she pulled her dress over her head before doing as he said. She crawled across the bed and lay down with a sigh, her hand coming out to take Eric’s as he tucked himself up behind her, his arm going around her waist to hold her close. “I love you baby.” He whispered and Natasha smiled.

  “I love you too.” She turned her head and Eric kissed her cheek.

  For now, they both just enjoyed their closeness, this time together because tomorrow they went home and neither knew what that was going to bring for them with the spectre of Vivian hanging over them. Natasha could only hope she gave up on her quest to drive them apart, but given she’d gone to the trouble to take the file from work and had possibly followed them today, Natasha wasn’t feeling too confident that the woman was just going to go away, no matter how badly she wished that, that would be the case.

  The following morning, they packed up their things and headed down to the hotel’s lobby. Natasha felt a little sad to be leaving. The hotel was the one place where they could pretend everything was fine. Going home represented the unknown due to Vivian. It was frustrating this close to the birth of their twins that the focus had been taken off them and they were going to have to start looking over their shoulders in case Vivian made an appearance.

  Eric and Natasha were quiet on the drive home in the limo. Eric made a couple of calls, one being to Alice to let her know they were returning a day earlier, filling her in briefly on what was going on. He also wanted to know if things had been taken care of there and although Natasha couldn’t hear Alice’s response, her answer must have satisfied Eric because he smiled, his eyes shifting to Natasha’s for a moment.

  She couldn’t help feeling a spark of curiosity over his comment. What did he mean by had things been taken care of there? She contemplated asking him but once Eric had finished with Alice, he straight away made another call to the private investigator he’d hired. From the one sided conversation, it seemed Vivian hadn’t been seen and it sounded like she had flown out of the country again.

  When the limo pulled up in the sweeping driveway of Eric’s home, Natasha couldn’t shake a feeling of dread that filled her. It was a relief to hear that Vivian definitely was out of the country, that had been confirmed, just no one knew how long she was gone for at this stage as she hadn’t booked a return flight.

  Alice came out to greet them, hugging them both and she took some of the smaller bags as Eric and Henry carried their larger ones inside.

  “Lunch will be ready in half an hour Mr Rothman.” Alice said, “That should give you time to see to things upstairs.” Her eyes moved from Natasha to Eric and when Natasha saw a look being exchanged between them, she knew something was going on.

  “Thank you Alice. I have a private investigator coming here in a couple of hours so I’ll take Natasha upstairs now before lunch.” Eric turned to Natasha. “Come with me baby. I have something for you.” And he took her hand, walking her over to the lift so they could go upstairs.

  “What is it Eric?” Natasha’s curiosity was peaked as they rode up in the lift but he just grinned at her, “Patience baby. All will be revealed in a minute.” His response just made her groan. He was being so mysterious and Natasha didn’t want to be patient. She felt more like stamping her foot like a petulant chil
d rather than be patient.

  When they stepped off the lift, rather than go to their bedroom as Natasha expected Eric stopped at one of the other bedrooms. The door was closed but her first clue as to what would be inside was what was hanging on the door. There were two name plates, Erica and Nathaniel.

  Eric watched Natasha’s face as she read the name plates before turning to him, a glimmer of excitement showing in her eyes. He grinned at her and tilted his head towards the door, encouraging her to open it, so she did and as her eyes fell on what was in the room, she gasped.

  Slowly she moved forward into the room, her eyes wide as she tried to take in all she was seeing. The first thing that hit her was the smell of new paint. The walls were a deep moss green down the lower half of all the walls and the tops were painted a creamy yellow which had been sponged over in a couple of deeper shades of yellow and some spattering of the moss green. An ornately carved length of timber ran around the walls where the two paint colours came together and it was painted white as were the skirting boards and the timber around the windows.

  There was a white blind on the window with lace curtains and drapes made from yellow and green fabric and the carpet was a buttercup yellow colour. At each side of the room there were identical wooden cradles but the kinds that Natasha had wanted, the ones that rock by themselves. One was filled with pretty pink bedding and the other one had blue. Above the pink one was a mobile of butterflies and over the blue one was a mobile with spaceships and planes.

  At each side of the room were matching change tables, both stocked up with nappies and everything Natasha could ever possibly need for changing the twins. There were even bins for the dirty nappies to be disposed in and a baby monitor attached to each cradle, plus night lights that were like flat discs, secured to them. In one corner was a large comfortable rocking chair covered in dark green fabric, which Natasha recognised as her chair for feeding the babies and there were white cupboards on each side of the room too. When she went to have a look, each was filled with the baby clothes she’d been buying.